Though I was born into sin
My Savior, He died
To bring me back home once again
And Heaven did shake
And the saints they did cry
For salvation of sinners and I
Now this I know
From the scars in His hands
That He died, with me on His mind
He died then He lived, and He rose up on high
The gifted eternal is mine
Now someday soon
The Bride and the Groom
Will join in the sweet by-and-by
The angels will sing
And the trumpets will sound
As we join our dear Savior in the sky
If life was like a letter
And reality a dream
If love was somewhat better
Alive but less extreme
If the past was dead and rotten
And Death was just a door,
Then I could bear your loving scars
For now and evermore
Scars
By JFarrell
I suppose,
We all have scars;
Visible ones,
Not the ones that scar our hearts,
Our minds,
Those are important too.
Today,
The scars on my wrists,
Are what draw my attention.
Ugly white lines,
Whiter than my skin;
Healed now, it was many years ago.
What should be ugly white lines,
Looks more like a tally score,
The scars from the stitches,
That stopped the life,
Pumping out of me.
The visible pulse of the artery
Brings a strange kind of life to the scar,
Makes it smile, as if laughing
At the eternal joke that is life.
I still remember that night,
My feelings,
The darkness of my thoughts,
The pain that drove me.
How can I not,
It was the last night I lived.
Until recently.
Someone, an angel, my queen,
Breathed life into me,
This long dead corpse.
I cannot say “Don’t do it”
That would make me a hypocrite,
After all, I did it.
But,
There is always hope.
Please, be strong, believe;
There really, truly is HOPE.
And it is beautiful.
When I sweat my scars until they run off my chest like a landslide,
paint them on a canvas in galaxy colors,
they look an awful lot like magic.
That is, until I can’t paint them anymore
because they’re sewed like boulders to my flesh
and I can’t loosen the fist clenched around everyone and everything I’ve ever left behind.
How I walk is how you watch me,
the words I speak are unapologetic,
I’m not trying to hold on by the curve of my standout speech,
I’m just a lantern at the edge of the sky.
What I mean is maybe loneliness is exactly what makes me dance in a crowd on a blazing summer night,
even when my heart is freezing from the inside out
and my hands are burning up with everyone they haven’t held.
I believe promises are together
and together is alone
and alone is drowning in a flood of your own unreached finish lines.
But I love my scars,
scratched like sandpaper,
throbbing to the rhythm of love lose lost,
falling to the ground in a dust storm only I can see.
There’s a certain beauty to be found in bruises, but only if you’re looking from the right angle, with the perfect amount of darkness in your vision.
My scars look a lot like learning when you hold them up to the light.
November.11.1997
Trisha Barrek Hopkins
Look at me
Look past the clothes
Look past the skin
Look into the soul
Tell me what you see
My heart does not play around
Hurt my feeling you made a sin
God brought us together
He is the one that found
The beautiful relationship to be
The one that will last forever
God knows it will be him
A broken heart....In pieces...Never
In this passionate love we will swim
Trueness is forever
Fate brought us to one another
Hearts intwined are even better
We will wear on us a heart to show our love
It replaces the scar-let letter
Our relationship will fit tighter then a glove
We will never neglect
True romance will reflect
Treat eachother with respect
Promise truthfully we will never part
Promise I will not get a broken heart
Look at me
I hate the way I must be
Can't you see
I liked you from the start
I would not want you to leave my sight
If we disagree
Lets not fight
Promise you'll keep away the fears
Help me with the hurt
Keep away the tears
Do not be a tease
Playing with my mind
My love is what I will freeze
Trying to hurt me is so unkind
Be sweet to me
You'll see what you find
Let our spirits free
Understanding
rearranging
Look inside
sick of paging
Hope you had not lied
Forever
Such sins
Finding out the truth I've cried
Together
It just begins
Leaving eachother
Look at me
Look beyond
Can't you believe
That we have a special bond
So I guess this means I have to leave
Copyright
Tell me, is it ever really "Okay?"
At times I wish I could disappear, away from the day.
Tell me, was it really all a mystery?
Or was I really something plagued by history?
Judge me, try to reason my scars,
Yet, were you there for my unreasonable wars?
Did you ever set foot in my shoes?
Taken account of what brings the blues?
Tell me, does it really matter?
If I was any more the sadder?
Perhaps it's just my business, only my trouble.
Not another place to intrude into my bubble.
I'll solve my self alone, and myself alone only
Not for you to break my silence, maybe tonight, I'd just like to be lonely.
Blame my shortcomings for my scars if you dare.
For me, it just occurred, the past isn't something I ever chose to wear.
..............
remember the days
you lost your cool?
and screamed at me
like a thoughtless fool?
remember the day
you forgot your
wallet?
and i sat waiting
in the restaurant til
you went home
and got it?
think me crazy,
wrinkle that brow,
and i know i never
told you this until now,
it's not just how
you gaze on me
like one would
at the stars,
it's because
i love you,
and i also love
your scars.
you're always
so diligent,
at being the
best you can be,
and i know
you won't change,
at least i hope
not for me,
because if you
only knew,
how i see through
that act,
and it's why
i so appreciate
all those things
you think you lack.
so go on,
think me crazy,
wrinkle that brow,
and i know i never
told you this until now,
it's not just how
you gaze on me
like one would
at the stars,
it's because
i love you,
and i also love
your scars.
the cute little
way you admit to
your wrongs,
the way you look
at me when i
sing you a song,
that twinkle
in your eye
that can get so
very dim, but
lights up like a
diamond when
you see me walk in,
wouldn't be so
amazing if i
never knew
your pain,
and it nurtures
this love so,
as sweet as a cello,
i know it will
always remain.
so go on,
think me crazy,
wrinkle that brow,
and i know i never
told you this until now,
it's not just how
you gaze on me
like one would
at the stars,
it's because
i love you,
and i also love
your scars.
4:33 PM 7/13/2013 ©
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Conflict's repitition leads to progression severed;
a life in which the enemy you're no better.
Outrages, rampages, fights beyond any cause
lead to a world in which you're no better off.
The only resolution to a problem so unreal
is to find a place where you no longer feel.
The pain of others on your life already cold,
forces you to hide to cover up what you're told.
I need to escape from all these lies;
these indescribable pains, all the time..
I need to recover, to get a hold on myself.
I will discover what truth is left at all.
I sit alone in the blackness of reason;
a pathetic target for the others to tease on.
I don't want to face the pain of publicity,
but I cannot stand the pain of no honesty.
Cover me in paint, lock me in my coffin,
never let me see, let not any light in.
I need to be concealed, need to be away
from the lies, scars, and pains of every day.
Courageous is the man who speaks openly
Of his afflictions, his addictions,
Who is under the 'dark night of the soul',
And can corraberate his admissions
Exposed in gratitude, to understand the path
That led him to his personal hell,
And bring meaning to his suffering
In a way that raises his spirit to higher ground.
Through the journey of tracing the scars
Carved upon his soul by his weaknesses,
He procures and acclaims his strength
As the gracious hands of wisdom
Untether the ties that bound his sapience,
And he learns what it means to be free
Whilst donned in the shackles of the flesh
Binding him to an earthly existence.
1:26 AM 5/5/2013 ©