Where’s My Savior?

Where’s my savior?
Someone come rescue me. I need some guidance, come set me free.
I can’t behold my life any worse. I can’t see past this hurt, my curse.
I hate my life! She screams. She yells to no one. I amount to completely nothing. I swear I’m done.
I can’t live this way anymore with no one to in my corner sent.
She curses God with great resentment.
I’m alive yet I feel so alone. People try but they just don’t know.
No one understands, and I’m tired of explaining.
Maybe I’m just not fit for His training.
I had happiness, but it probably was false.
Everything good in my life defrauding should be lost.
I don’t deserve anything, look at the life I’ve lived?
Look at me. I’m the thing that God could never forgive.
Where is my savior? No where in view.
So to her life she says a quick adieu.
As she lay there cold with her last breath she asks, “God why couldn’t you free me?”
He responds hurt to his heart “Because… in every good moment I gave you, you refused to see me.”

I’m afraid the quarrel of my life and body has gone on too long. Has been drawn out by the taunts of hopefulness…
How daunting is its cries.
How powerful are mine
My cries are as overwhelming as the waves of a broken dam yet are hidden to the naked eye… As the gears of my heart, my mind, my emotion, my life force grinds slower with my remaining strength i hope for them not to rust.
I hope, i hope and wish only to my demise. My doom. For there is nothing anyone can do…
I’m afraid the quarrel of my life and my body has gone on too long. Too long…
But not nearly long enough.

Quarrel

I feel an agitated sadness in my stomach forming into a depression i can feel coming up through my throat like vomit. Pouring out even from the empty cavity in my chest, the arid case of my body mentally and emotionally at the same time raging like a river the emotion of pain wanting to release its stream through my eyes yet i don’t let it. For what good would that do

I feel an agita…

Not alot of people even think about wanting to go to hell.or dying.. But do you kno wat ur gettin into if you make it to heaven? im gonna give you a point of view and you tell me if you believ the hype afterwards. Its a paradise. an oasis if u will. no violence, no sadness no lost loved ones no danger. sounds perfect. but fer how long will it b that way? your bliss will begin to…”Decay” if you will , once your lovely afterlife becomes routinely perfect. when you become disgusted by the fact that there will Never be anything to run from , ne’er in sight will there be anything thrilling. your anxiety fades within you as u find out Paradise is extremely lack-luster, making your life there obsolete. and to make more sense of this. the reason … the SOLE reason that we contemplate the existence of Hell is simply cus’ an angel got bored. even Jesus plans on visiting again. mistake me not. i am not trying to sway u. As mind numbing as the oasis is As youre fed on those silver platters with golden spoons i hope this entices you to keep the spoon and dig through those clouds back to reality….For your sake of course.. with my point proven i only have to ask u do u believe the hype now?

Prisoner in Heaven- a poem by Devonta Boston

Speak boldly: state the truth…yet wish no one into harm.
For what one does with deceit: another can do with charm.

Tell the world of your imagination and rely on your senses…yet you must take head against the warnings.
For you can be outspoken and feel truly free: but you may cease to live another morning.

Let your emotions show, and your feelings known…but do not wear them; put them were you can manage.
For your heart may be innocent and pure: But the goals of some are to take advantage.

So be all things [considerate,wise,young] that you are…nothing you are not.
For is you speak boldly within your aspect: you will always have found what you sought.

Speak boldly

Joy for Joy, and Pain for Pain:those who live by the power of hate.
You can not love those who are imperfect and hate others for their imperfections.
Who deserves hate?
For all are sinners and all have hurt and likewise have been hurt.
Love those… there fore you
Trust those… who show faith in you
Care for those… Those…
Those are the people who have hurt you…
Care for them, Show Kindness
Not Weakness
That you may prove witness to this love. Live by the power of love.
For you can not hate those for their imperfections and love others who are imperfect

Reciprocated- a poem I wrote

Reciprocal

I am willing to lift up any soul come under to me for shelter
To the best of thy power, to the lengths of thy ability…
Thou shalt not falter
Give me the hands of those in need, take them at will.
Turn no one down who asks for little, in need of much…
For he that turns away has and will face the very torment of their onlookers
…onlooking
Thou shalt not falter
Thou shalt not fall into the pit of darkness..
For there is always light, there is always hope.
Empathize.. and participate…
Sympathize… and leave not to fate…
What desicions you make…
and
Thou Shalt Not Falter

Thou Shalt Not Falter- an original poem