Author: OOWEE

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN TIME IS WASTED AND WE CAN’T GET BACK TO THE SURFACE OF OUR LIFE TO AT LEAST HAVE THE CHANCE TO BEGIN; AGAIN. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THERE’S NO ONE AROUND TO ASSIST US; ONE; TWO; THREE; AND WE’RE DOWN.
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE WERE TOLD NOT TO JUMP HEAD FIRST INTO THE DEEP END BUT BEING HARD-HEADED NEVER STOPPED US BEFORE, SEEING THAT IT’S FAR BETWEEN THAT ANGELS ACTUALLY LEAVE OUR SIDE.
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE FRIGID COLD OVERWHELMS US INTO A CHAOTIC SCENE.
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE SALTED WARMTH ENCHANTS US INTO BELIEVING THE CONFUSION MAKES SENSE.
DROWNING WITHOUT ACTUALLY BEING IN WATER HAPPENS WHEN…

I wanted to be left feeling invisible because to remember would be unfeeling; compassionately socializing with the enemy shouldn’t deliberately weigh on my feelings.
Why would my sanity truly depend on your survival; that can’t be.
Why can’t the feelings of being down have its window shut; spilling to the ground.
The explanation of when I rage; has been shut up so long that I’ve forgotten the rules and pleasures to openness; if there’s really still a place for me.
The only thing that’s changed is that the applause is quieter.
The bright lights of ‘insane’; frightening nights is what my soul knows to be forgotten amongst the sane. I try not to weep or willow but out-casted is, as out-casted does.
Don’t cry for me because I hide part the way; let’s get it straight.
My forgetting my whole self because I have been born again and again and again and…; I ain’t mad, I go on.
How do you unscramble a rattled mind that’s struggling to be born again with the hope I have left; I’ve lived in the flesh, now die in the Word. God has plans for me, as soon as I figure at what they are.

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If I could just get a glimpse to retain my self’s induced preservation; if only the brightness shone through, up and around my darkness, just to refresh in my conscience that hope shall be there; I’d rest helping, screaming.
I can’t open up wide enough to hopefully express how my inward feels.
It stopped being called lonely eons ago.
What truly helps I’m hoping is perseverance and patience and renowned faith.
I can’t I can’t I can no more.
Pain is reserved for the tough at heart.
Seeing that I died eons ago, this death on me has no fear.
Sadness dried and died before I knew what hit me.
Guide me back to living before this death is permanent.
Fight.
Fight.
Fight.
kw

Why are so many people needing to be UNEXCEPTABLE. Why do they reach out to me in such a forceful manner. Do I appear to relinquish my RIGHTS as an achiever in any given effort. Read me my MEMORIES and the answer will reach out and touch someone; any one. The remedies that reside within my mind are consequences that may render one USELESS in their efforts. Recycle mandatory affections and reside amongst the COMPETITION that may master anger’s rejects.
What we fail to sometimes realize is that we make MISTAKES but we are not to be held accountable for the such. RECAPTURE every demeanor that may fight to survive and within that circle, may become beknownst to you.
When a TIGER cries and that they do, we can’t hear it as well as when a TREE falls and yes, it does make a SOUND. Feel me when you can’t and even when you won’t because everything I ATTEMPT to become only remembers that which may bring about my DEEPEST fear. ROARING is a call of the wild. Screaming comes from inside the closet and the mercy never rest. FAILURE can never be accounted for if the attempts are MEASURED. Record the evidence and scream it from within. Never allow FORCES to be with you; there is a heaven and the only way to know that, is to FORGIVE. Forgive when you can’t or simply when you don’t want to. Escape and FREE your…..
Know their mind and the PLEASURE revolves around what I resolute; and the REWARD will be all mine, no yours too. Support that which is MANDATORY. I don’t think so far that which we accept is only as far as the eye can see and to only see can bring about UNBLIEF. Boldness is a fortified ELEMENT that will extinguish an enormous, burning DESIRE; there is another understanding which must be LEANED on.

Gently she watched as was laid another child’s soul, this scene replayed over in her nation’s mind. Her heavenly duty was to love all the kids that came from above to cuddle them in her arms to keep them safe from harms. On earth, her mothering, her job, which she tried to do with TLC;(Terribly Lacking Concern), found her losing her kids in such a horrible, yet expectant way, a way her surroundings forgot to relay. Not able to go on without them she prayed good God would bring her wilted life to an end because there was no one else for her not to defend. God called her to judgment where He thought to place on her angelic wings, instead He placed on her the tears of her beloved babies so she could feel the lonely little lullabies and their simply sweet innocence that was to cling and forever hear their dying sting. What glorious job she didn’t do. What maternal disease with which she was infected. You must have listened to their cruel cries for you before hatred was injected. OOWEE!