october.

dig me a deep grave,
to the center of the earth.
throw me in and let everyone forget.
mark my grave "unknown"
and let everyone forget.

Joe Anderson

Hey Jude
Don't make it bad
Take a sad song
And make it better
Remember To let her into your heart
then you can start to make it better.

Hey jude
don't be afraid
you are made to go out and get her
the minute you let her under your skin
you begin to make it better

Anytime you feel the pain
Hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulder
well you know that its a fool
who plays it cool
by making things worse
a little colder
na na
na
na na
na
na na
na

Hey Jude
don't let me down
you have found her
now go and get her
let it out and let it in
remember to let her into your heart
and you can start to make it better
better
better
better
better
better
na
na na na na na
na na na
Hey Jude
na
na na na na na
na na na
Hey Jude
na
na na na na na
na na na
Hey Jude
na
na na na na na
na na na
Hey Jude
na
na na na na na
na na na
Hey Jude
na
na na na na na
na na na
Hey Jude.

you can make it.

"Did you know that when a bone breaks it heals to be stonger than it was in the first place. But it hurts to break bones, and wearing a cast is frustrating. It takes a lot of tender care for a break to fully heal, and it's not easy."

save me.

God,
If you're up there,
watching over me..
I'm lost and I'm broken.
Take the pain away.
Show me love,
only in your arms.
Take my life.
I'll scream it to the world,
I am YOURS.

Strut.

A huge mistake is being made right now.
They know it, she knows it, they don't care.
She's in it for herself , he's in it for himself.
He's in it for her.
He knows what he's doing, he's done this before.
But thats not the huge mistake.
This is how it begins.

Some mistakes are made in public, some private.
Which one is this?
Not everybody cares.
Maybe they should.

This is a lesson she's about to learn.
Pretty girls like this usually land on their feet.
Although hindsight would be very helpful right now.

The comfort you spend a lifetime accumulating, is quickly crushed by a stranger.
Humiliation is the great leveler.
Now she knows.
This one moment of her life, she realizes she won't get it back.
But one moment is not a lifetime.

she is not undone, she is not undone, she is not undone.

where are you, where are you, where are you?

Who am I?
It's a question we all ask, but aren't able to answer.
Not yet, maybe never.

Intense.

Free to waste his life away,
forget about everything and waste his days.
He wants no one with hands to lend.
Fuck religion.
Fuck family.
Fuck his friends.
He's going to die alone when is all comes to an end.
He has a problem,
that no one will fix.
Where's God to help him?
Where's God to answer his prayers?
"Gone." he said. "Who cares."
"He's there." They say. "Have hope and pray."
Where is the hope?
Where is the hope?
"Gone." he'd say. "It's gone."

written by: Tanesha Schalk.

PSAMLS 88

1-9 God, you're my last chance of the day. I spend the night
on my knees before you.
Put me on your salvation agenda;
take notes on the trouble I'm in.
I've had my fill of trouble;
I'm camped on the edge of hell.
I'm written off as a lost cause,
one more statistic,
a hopeless case.
Abandoned as already dead,
one more body in a stack of corpses,
And not so much as a gravestone—
I'm a black hole in oblivion.
You've dropped me into a bottomless pit,
sunk me in a pitch-black abyss.
I'm battered senseless by your rage,
relentlessly pounded by your waves of anger.
You turned my friends against me,
made me horrible to them.
I'm caught in a maze and can't find my way out,
blinded by tears of pain and frustration.

9-12 I call to you, God; all day I call.
I wring my hands, I plead for help.
Are the dead a live audience for your miracles?
Do ghosts ever join the choirs that praise you?
Does your love make any difference in a graveyard?
Is your faithful presence noticed in the corridors of hell?
Are your marvelous wonders ever seen in the dark,
your righteous ways noticed in the Land of No Memory?

13-18 I'm standing my ground, God, shouting for help,
at my prayers every morning, on my knees each daybreak.
Why, God, do you turn a deaf ear?
Why do you make yourself scarce?
as long as I remember I've been hurting;
I've taken the worst you can hand out, and I've had it.
Your wildfire anger has blazed through my life;
I'm bleeding, black-and-blue.
You've attacked me fiercely from every side,
raining down blows till I'm nearly dead.
You made lover and neighbor alike dump me;
the only friend I have left is Darkness.