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This sounds like something I woulda said to one of my teachers.. lol... [23 Jan 2002|10:38am]

goddaughter
[ mood | amused ]

A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales. The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though they are very large mammals, their throats are very small. The little girl stated Jonah was swallowed by a whale. The teacher reiterated a whale could not swallow a human; it was impossible. The little girl said, "I believe it because God said so." The teacher said that a book, even the Bible, could not go against biological facts. And besides, there was no proof that there really was a God anyway. The little girl said, "When I get to heaven, I will ask Jonah." The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?" The little girl replied, "Then you ask him."

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[13 Jan 2002|01:35am]

goddaughter
raven black velvet, blood red lace is the dress she wears..
raven black sorrow, blood red pain is the cross she bears..
loss
she stands in silence and waits for someone to hear..
she stands in silence and waits for them to listen..
rejection
no one sees her invisible tears as they flood her soul..
no one hears her muted screams as each one echoes..
lonliness
as she sits and gazes across the room..
as she sits and gazes across five aprils..
contemplation
the times she spent with those she loved..
the times she spent with those who couldn't love her..
confusion
she reflects on it and contemplates in awe..
she reflects on it and contemplates how..
inquisition
oceans of love and joy flood her memory.. still waters run deep..
oceans of agony and frustration flood her heart.. still waters run deep..
conclusion
slowly she sees the light at the end of the tunnel..
slowly she sees her release..
exit
she picks up her liberator..
she picks up the revolver..
curiosity
hand to her head, prayer for release..
hand to her head, kill the death..
desperation
slowly pulling the trigger, never a freedom..
slowly pulling the trigger, 5 of 6 are empty..
patience
say farewell, for this is the end..
say farewell, this is my life..
close your eyes and squeeze..
hold your breath and don't release..
silence fills the air, and an air of sadness looms..
silence fills the air, death, not today..
realization
angel wings brush the sorrow away..
angel wings make the tear's sting die..
frustration
she cries out to Him, bearing her soul..
she cries out to Him, He holds her in His arms..
forgiveness
He releases her from her cage, her spirit flies free..
He releases her from her cage, she lifts her hands in praise..
restoration
they see what they have ignored, that fragile little girl..
they see what they have ignored, this wonder that they missed..
regret
she stands tall and lovely, her beauty ever shining..
she stands tall and lovely, all her sins forgiven..
wholeness
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haha. silly me [12 Jan 2002|05:03am]

goddaughter
[ mood | tired ]

guess it woulda made it a lot easier for you y'all to sign and do the poll if you knew where to look.. the links are under the bio section of my user info page. haha. yeah.. love and God bless, ><>jennifer

farewell to forever...

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something new... [12 Jan 2002|04:52am]

goddaughter
[ mood | tired ]

hey y'all. i know i am supposed to post poetry up here, but this is special.. i created a guestbook and a poll for y'all.. PLEASE SIGN MY GUESTBOOK AND TAKE MY POLL!!!!!!!! :'o( i am begging!! ok, now that i am over it. i love you guys and God bless forever.. ><>jennifer

ok, here's a piece of poetry for ya.. i wrote it about my friends (y'all) who i can't wait to spend forever with praising God in heaven...

farewell to forever, when from this world i go.. but when i wake up, this one thing i know.. that then i'll see angels around heaven's throne.. praising God with you eternal, nevermore to be alone..

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it's all in what you hear [05 Jan 2002|12:49pm]

punx_grrl
[ mood | blah ]

she spoke
but no one payed attention

they listened
but never heard

she screamed
but silence rang clear

she cried
alone, no comforter

where were they?
the ones who once cared
the ones that used to love
the ones who now leave her broken

he saw her
scared and alone

he cared for her
amidst the persecution

he knew her
the pain, the sorrow

he listened, he listened

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[Skip X.] Something Familiar... [03 Jan 2002|05:59pm]

skip84
He had it all, before the fall;
it wasn't even him who fell,
it doesn't matter, it's gone to hell.

Why does it have to come to this, this mark must miss;
and all he can do is stand and look,
and this weathered, broken, open book.

When I said every poem I wrote was for you,
every word I've ever said was true.

~x.skip.x~
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Thanks God... I love You forever.. Jennifer [30 Dec 2001|03:14am]

goddaughter
In her corner sits a little girl, being punished for a wrong. She is innocent of all crimes, but yet she still feels pain. Those around her beat and kick, punch and hit, relentlessly. She sobs so hard she is silent. She screams so loudly, but she's never heard. She is taunted, teased, and mocked by self-righteousness, rejection, hatred, ignorance. She walks around everyday, all about her normal activities. She is bypassed by hundreds of people everyday. On the outward, she is perceived as a normal woman, but on the inward, she is a tormented little child struggling to be free. No one sees the battle that constantly wages against her.
He watches over her by night, by day. She is His child, and He, her Father. He sees her broken figure bruised and scarred--the huddled mass looking for darkness, but aching desperately for light. He sees each tear that streams down her face. He calls her attackers by name. Each demon, He rebukes back to the pit. He picks her up, and dusts her off. He brushes away her tears with His loving hand and soothes all her fears with His gentle voice. He bathes her in forgiveness... He clothes her in virtue... He feeds her with the Bread of Life, and eliminates her thirst with Living Water from the Well. She rests peacefully in His healing arms of tranquility.
She is bypassed by hundreds of people everyday. On the outward, she is perceived as a normal woman, but on the inward, she is a warrior for her King, dancing in freedom. Everyone can plainly see the love, joy, and peace that constantly is lavished upon her.
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Ask and You Shall Receive..... [27 Dec 2001|02:30am]

goddaughter
[ mood | grateful ]

a man died and went to heaven. as he was being led down the streets of gold by an angel, they suddenly came across a huge building. the man inquired as to what it was and the angel immediately explained to him that it was only a warehouse and that he needed to know nothing else about it. however, the man pressed the issue and after a fair amount of coaxing, was taken inside. as far as the man could see, there were nothing but rows of shelves all the way through the warehouse covering from floor to ceiling. as he began to study the shelves, he noticed that boxes wrapped in beautiful paper and tied with lovely ribbons and bows lined each space of the shelves.. the man saw that every package had a tag on it, each inscribed with a different name. after finding the one with his name, the man asked what was in the box. the angel only told him that it was something he would be better off not to open, because it would only bring sadness. however, once again the man was overcome with curiosity and was very compelled to open the package. so he did and what he found inside were gifts of love, peace, joy, and countless other gifts. he asked quietly what these gifts were, and why they had never been given to him. with tears rolling down his face, the angel solemnly replied that the gifts were not given because the man had not asked for them. he explained that God will not give us something that we do not want, and that it is only when we ask, shall we receive. and that we have not because we ask not. the angel told him that if he had only asked God to give him the things he so longed for, then each thing his heart desired would have been given to him freely.
the bible tells us that whatever we ask, if we ask it in the name of Jesus, God will be faithful to supply it to us.. it also says that God will withhold nothing good from those who are in Christ Jesus.. if you want something from God whether it be love, acceptance, peace, joy, or salvation, go to Him. ask, and ye shall receive. for it is only through Him that any good gifts will truly be given and received.

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A dream I had. [18 Dec 2001|10:32pm]

emotionvampire
Can't do anything right.

Dreaming in a crowd of people, little girl wants her momma.
Pick her up, and toss her to the sitter.
Oops didn't make it, babies skull on cement.
I fear the knowledge of what has taken place,
Fear the parents, and the looks on there face.
When someone tells of what has been done,
I am forced by a force to stay and not run.

The parents, O no they are coming near.
To see what has become of their poor, poor dear.
The mob leaves, and I try to explain
That I was the one that caused all the pain.
Through my tears and broken sobs.
They stare in disbelief at the child I had robbed.
I wish for forgiveness, a single word of peace.
But accept their silence, as they stare and grieve.

I need to leave, I need a bucket of chicken.
Something to forget, something finger-lickin.
Babies skull on cement.

-Ev
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emo [16 Dec 2001|09:23pm]

punx_grrl
[ mood | emo ]

emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo emo




my thoguhts exactly

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[X.] Thought 1a... [09 Dec 2001|10:20pm]

skip84
thought1a; change is a horrible and ruthless beast of burden which cannot be dawdled, distorted, or wavered in the slightest. change is impossible to evade and must be embraced with the ideal that all things new may within hold something great and that from everything can spring forth goodness.

~x.skip.x~
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[Skip X.] Something More Than Aspect... [03 Dec 2001|11:02pm]

skip84
They're burning our books,
they're taking our lives,
they say it's for the best,
to keep us alive.

But how can we live?
By closing our eyes?
By keeping our feelings,
emotions, inside.

You say that I'm screwed up,
You say I'm a freak,
Your wrong in all the points,
I am merely weak.

But weakness is good,
But weakness is fine,
Bleeding in heart,
but solid in mind.

~x.skip.x~
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[Skip X.] Appendix A... [03 Dec 2001|11:01pm]

skip84
I am alone, outside, this cruel world.
You cannot understand me.
I feel like no one can, but words do justice.
Emoting how I feel, inside.
When everything is closed: my heart, my eyes.
I'm sleeping with a demon.
Let me be, so I may rest.
And dream of you again.

~x.skip.x~
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[Skip X.] Salute to Moonlight... [02 Dec 2001|09:50pm]

skip84
I want to drive, under moonlight sky,
and I don't know why.
And I want you there, 'cause you're beautiful
driving in cars,
under shining stars.

~x.skip.x~
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Pride of the Highest [01 Dec 2001|10:55pm]

punx_grrl
excuse me sir,
can i speek to you for a moment?
yes, i'll wait.
excuse me sir,
can you give me a moment of your time?
a moment to explain.

excuse me sir,
can you get off your high horse?
just so i can see your face
excuse me sir,
the battle would cease,
if only you'd leave your high horse

well, excuse me, but i can't call you sir anymore
well, excuse me, but you need to listen this time
well, excuse me, but there's no need for excuses
so you need to figure this out yourself

excuse me sir,
please report to your friends
please dont be afraid
excuse me sir,
please fix this deep problem
please help

please sir,
put your differences aside
and please sir,
listen once in a while
please sir,
be nice for His sake
and please sir,
love as He would want you to


"Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God."
-1 John 4:7
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God bless America... God has blessed America... [30 Nov 2001|12:29pm]

goddaughter
[ mood | contemplative ]

O my God!! Blessed am I to know You. Just to speak Your holy name is privilege beyond compare.. O Lord! Hear my plea! That I, Your servant may be found worthy in Your sight. Worthy to be called Your own... Your daughter... Your child. Worthy to be found faithful to enter Your kingdom... worthy to run to You. O Lamb of God, precious Saviour, may You be edified in all things... in times of trial and in times of peace. May Your will be obeyed in my life... I want more of You. I will never be close enough! I want to find You when I seek You! O my God!! Hear my plea!

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A Message for the weak in Heart [28 Nov 2001|04:04pm]

punx_grrl
[ mood | satisfied ]

you're broken heart sits on the floor
as stress keeps knocking at your door
you feel you need to take a break
but time just wont let go

and mom keeps checks to see your work
and dad is acting like a jerk
you wish they would just let you be
the girl they just dont know

you're feeling lonely, far from hope
and all you seem to do is mope
but dont you worry, hope has come
prepare to bring your sword

the fight is on, fight for your soul
fight with pride not in a hole
but do not fear, you're not alone
hope is in the Lord




(this is not a poem of my life but one that i thought might, hopefully, encourage someone, somewhere along the line)

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[Skip X.] A Poem to Express Exactly How I Feel... [25 Nov 2001|08:44pm]

skip84
We are lacking words to even say,
how we feel and exactly which way.
Right this moment, my heart is like a book,
opened, hidden, in a quiet little nook.
Somewhere inside an old dark library,
but where are you tonight? It's just me.

I'm sitting in this corner, my head in my hands,
trying to come to terms and understand.
This corner is dark, the window is drawn,
I am merely in a game, a simple pawn.
But as the last stanza draws near,
my heart is quaking, filled with fear.

Here comes the part where I admit it's true,
that I'm growing certain that I like you.
I won't say love, for we are young,
I won't say love since I am dumb.
But every moment I spend with you,
it's everything I'd ever like to do.

~x.skip.x~
my heart is in my hand...
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[Skip X.] Shamelessly... [22 Nov 2001|06:53pm]

skip84
I put new song lyrics up at say forever if anyone wants to check it out. I think it's one of my best so far.

~x.skip.x~
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[Skip X.] An Attempt at Reason... [21 Nov 2001|09:29pm]

skip84
I can't say a thing, nothing at all,
my mouth is closed, for I fear I do not trust myself.
I can't even look at you, without feelings this way,
everything you do, makes me feel,
someone I never knew,
could be so real.

~x.skip.x~
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