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Black Friday

There was a lot of hustle and buzz

The news spread far, the lines were long

People from all over came, that’s just what everyone does

But they all had an opinion, some right, most wrong

This was a once in a while event

But today it drew more attention

Everyone who could go, went

The place was packed with people, gossip and tension

Black was the Friday when our Savior hung

From a cross where He drew His last breaths

Seven last words He withdrew from tired lungs

Before His collapse and ultimate death

But Sunday was coming with more than expected

Despite what the cross displayed

The plan of salvation remained unaffected

By the events of that Black Friday


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Love: Blind or Superficial?

To be able to see the defects and still love regardless of these, is a love that isn’t blind but not superficial.


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Amor ¿Ciego y Superficial?

El ver los defectos y poder amar a pesar de estos, es un amor que no es ciego pero tampoco superficial.


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Te Perdoné

Te perdoné
porque pensé que te hacía un favor,
pero en realidad me liberó del dolor,
y me dio el valor
para salir de la cárcel del odio consumidor.

Te perdoné.
¿Quién iba a pensar,
que al yo perdonar,
sería libre nuevamente para amar?

Ahora a quien perdono es a mi,
porque carga me añadí
y dejé de ser feliz
por no perdonarte a ti.


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Amar es una Decision

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The Weekend

WARNING:
I don’t usually do this, but due to the nature of the poem, I feel there must be some sort of disclaimer for the reader.
It’s no secret that in the past I struggled with the thought of taking my own life. Thanks to many tear-filled prayers, a new outlook on life, and a renewed faith in Christ as my savior, I was able to overcome these feelings. However, sometimes it’s like expecting it will never rain again once a hurricane has passed. This is simply not the case. Bad days will still come, a negative thought may try to creep in, but the key is to know that the answer is never suicide and always Jesus!



This weekend I wanted to kill myself

It’s not the usual thing to do
But I was sick and tired like the flu
I was a Crayola in the box, feeling blue
Thinking: Everyone wants a piece of the pie or two

This weekend I wanted to kill myself

Because I couldn’t seem to get anything right
My mind was a battlefield in a constant fight
People’s comments were like birds that took flight
And made nests in my head, pulling me away from the light
Making me blind to everything but the negativity in sight

This weekend I wanted to kill myself

Because I couldn’t find one person to hear me out
I was a steaming teapot with nowhere to point my spout
Part of me considered a chemical blackout
Thinking a bottle of pills would do the trick, no doubt
Except I did, doubt, because I didn’t want to be a dropout
And so I went on to writing to hideout

This weekend I wanted to kill myself

Everyone seemed to have a complaint
Not good enough, you never have time, what’s wrong with your brain?
All their comments and teases were a runaway train
Aimed straight at my heart, call cardio I’ve got chest pain
It doesn’t matter what I do, my efforts are in vain
I’m about to fold, this poker face I can’t maintain
My vision is cloudy, I forecast a sobbing rain
And yet I feel, in all of this I’m the one to blame

This weekend I wanted to kill myself

Yea, it’s true
I know it’s not the usual thing for one to do
Good news is, the signal was weak and the message didn’t go through
So I’m here now, writing to you
We never know what a person is going through
Or what storms are stirring inside just by plain view
Maybe an act of your kindness is long overdue
Maybe that’s all they need to undo
Because we’ve got one life to live, no redos
This weekend I wrote this, and now I’m sharing with you.
What was your weekend like, what did you do?


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Oración de Lágrimas

Aveces nuestras oraciones no son formadas por nuestras palabras sino lagrimas. Pero puedes confiar que Dios las entiende todas.


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