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My Patron Saint

Jeanne d'Ark 1412-1431

PARIS, FRANCE -- She was just nineteen years old when she was burned to death by religion. She knew she was a messenger sent by God. In that day the English controlled France, now religion and sin control this country. In a small shop near Notre Dame Cathedral and the River Seine someone asked, "Where's the Jeanne d'Ark remembered. Every souvenir shop in Paris has a plaque of who they think was their greatest general. Napoleon Bonaparte was not France's greatest general. The greatest was a servant to the most high God. She lived in holiness and died as a martyr. Americans call her Joan of Ark. Joan of Ark (Jeanne d'Ark 1412-1431) as we know her is a testimony of a great individual controlled by a living God. Napoleon served himself and brought a different type of glory to France but it wasn't Gods' glory.

Called France To A Dedication To God

This young girl called upon men to dedicate their lives to Christ for the glory of God and France. Joan's men knew hat she walked with God and they would walk into hell with her heavenly cause. She was a prophet and she is with God today. In her trial she named the year, the day and the month that the English would be driven out of France. The next day she burned but what she said happened to the very day. Religion called her a witch but later they would call her a saint.

She Heard The Supernatural Voice of God

People like Joan are called from childhood, the supernatural visions she received from God and the direction He would give her were questioned by the church. It doesn’t matter what denomination you are in, when the outside forces of the supernatural begin to occur, religion will do anything possible to destroy that vision. The bible says in Proverb 29;18 Where this is no vision the people perrish. Joan was raised up at a time when people needed hope. It was 500 years ago but her struggle was no different than today. The politics of relgion and the politics of government always crush the hopes and the dreams of the future. France had no future at the time and the vision became Joan, she had divine inspiration to speak to the poor and the commoner of France who were tormented by the English. Vision interpreted in the Hebrew means, "the revealed word of God." It is a time and a place where God reveals Himself supernaturally to His people, and the vision usually happens when all hope has been lost. Joan became the vison for France and the French people, God would not allow his people to be destroyed.

She Died As A Human Sacrifice

The greatest lesson in the New Testement was the life of Christ, His supernatural ability to touch and to heal caused the established denomination of that day to want to kill and destroy His work. Once again those who were without hope saw the reality of a loving God of kindness who would meet the needs of the people. The Supernatural part of God is always taken to task by established religion. There was no place where Jesus didn’t go that He did not release that power. For three years he stayed on the outside of Jerusalem because of the timing of his momment. He was chosen in time to be a sacrifice. Joan of Ark was chosen to be a sacrifice, the rightful King of France and the established denomination desided to offer this 19 year old lamb for sacrifice. Today you do not see half of France with a British Flag over it, today you see the vision of God that Joan provided by being an obedient servant.

She Was Frances Greatest General

No France, Napoleon was not your greatest general, it was Joane of Ark (Jeanne d'Ark ). The shop keeper said her name and pronounced it as one word, but Jone of Ark would never have an image of her in a Paris souvenir shops because she was too humble. Yes she did something maybe no other person has ever did or will ever do again, she lead France back to Jesus. Pray for the Nation of France that they may return to the thing that made them great as a people, a dedication to Jesus, saviour of France, saviour of the world.

What can you see?

What can you see?by Katie Lorraine

Look into my heart
what do you see
a broken girl
yeah that's me

lost and confused
my blade my best friend
the only one i can trust
the one that can help my heart mend

the voice in my head
the one that tells me i'm fat
i must obey her
there's no doubt about that

i'll get there in the end
with the help that's come my way
and it will be thanks to that special person
who helped me see another day

Razor Blade

Razor Blade Art by Scarlet Razor

I'll draw you a picture
I'll draw it with a twist
I'll draw it with a razor blade
I'll draw it on my wrist

And if I draw correctly
A red fountain will appear
Washing away my sorrow
Washing away my fear

All of my cuts are a piece of art
And every last one comes straight from the heart
Leaving beautiful red lines
Looking at my arm and seeing how much it shines

Oh my razor make me bleed
Cut my body in which I plead
Hurt me, cut me, scar me
And everyone will see

The monster that I've become
That I'm nothing more than just scum
Dead in my eyes
The person that I am is someone that I despise

So like I said, I'll draw you a picture
I'll draw it with a twist
I'll draw it with a razor blade
And I'll draw it on my wrists!!!

My Love

by Queen of darkness

I wasted my tears on you
bitter tears of my broken heart
tears of depression,lies,misery and regret
I've cried so much i have no more tears to cry

now I've masked my feeling
no more tears
no more frowns
there all hidden behind my mask

i walk around all day
like a emotionless robot
no more smiles no more tears
a sacrifice I've made

i have now realized that
the words i don't love you can mean so much
and can change your life
and can make your life hell

i no longer feel pain
nor love,happiness and satisfaction
I'm just a girl tired of the tears
I'm just a numb twisted soul
looking for a purpose...

A Puzzle of a Broken Heart

A Puzzle of a Broken Heart
© By Alicia A. Cohen

My heart is like a whore
For I've given it to many men.
Without questions, without expectations;
With only one exception:
The only thing I've ever asked for;
The only thing I've ever expected
Was for their love in return.
But without exception, without fail
Each one took my heart,
Crumpled it up, and threw it away.
Like my love was worthless, a simple piece of trash;
Something that was easily and frequently discarded.
So now pieces of my heart are floating around,
Like pieces of paper tumbling in the wind
And I have to gather them up.
But some of them will be lost forever;
Some of them I'll never be able to find again.
But those pieces that I do regain,
I will try to put back together with what remains
So my fragmented heart will once again be whole.
For now I realize that it isn't worthless
My love is valuable, priceless
And I'm saving it for someone who will treasure it;
Who will treat it like a special gift
That I've given to him and no one else.
And I hope that he will forgive me
For the pieces that I gave away before.

Outside myself

Outside myself by Iola
You say you feel empty
Hollow inside
I say I feel hollow
My mind is outside

Outside of my skin
Is how I feel now
Just nothing within
No feelings allowed

You say you feel hurt
Icy cold heart
I'm out of my skirt
Removing your dart

Outside of my pain
I look down on us
A tear in the rain
Analyzing this cusp

You speak of love
Love and hate me?
Remove your glove
Let me fly free

Outside those fine lines
In which you box us
Away from these crimes
I love and I trust

... only you

Question?

Would u be pissed if ur mother said - "I think u need to talk to someone about ur problems i scheduled for u to see the priest for confession this week."

Me-" I don't have a problem (glare) so get out of my room"
Sister-" U know mom thinks ur obsessed with the devil"
Me-" I don't give a shit what she thinks"
Sister-" maybe she's right u do have problems."


Really this is a "normal" conversation in my house can u tell me who's the normal one and who's the nut?

confessions of a broken heart

by: Daisy aka Armygirl

The day you left was the day I died, I can't escape the hurting feeling inside
I can no longer hide you took with u a part of me
I feel like I'm caged and can't be set free
How could I love u so much while u cause me such pain
What is there to gain, when my days without you are filled with rain
You took my heart swept it away, and...now I'm suffering thinking of you day by day



If u have someone who loves you cherish them... .unlike me......I pushed my true love away broke his heart and never looked back...now I live in regret wondering what could've been.....don't make my mistake.:heart:

Because of HIM

by AngEl Of dEAth
Blood dripping @ my wrists, rope burn around my neck.
is my pulse still going? I'm gonna do a double check.

i remember last night when he said he never cared.
that night was the hardest night that i have ever bared.

when he said he never loved me, i didn't know what to say.
i just stood there looking shocked in dismay.

every single word jabbed into me like a knife.
thats why tonight I'm gonna end my life.

he has caused me so much pain.
he played with my love as if it was a game.

sure its stupid killing yourself because of a useless guy.
but he was my everything, so see you in the next world, goodbye.

Blood instead of ink

Blood Instead of Ink by Darien

Blood Instead of Ink

He didn't realized how much pain was inflicted
When he wrote the title it was slightly restricted
What he had written in blood, he could not erase
But all he could think of was her conniving face

First verse told a story of love's once upon a time
When all he cared about was the girl on his mind
It was the schoolboy crush he never grew out of
Maturing into something he thought could be love

The second verse consisted of some romantic events
Which included his memorable Birthday presents
Long walks on the beach and dinner by candlelight
Stargazing in an open field on a late summer night

The next verse was the collapse of his relationship
Where things were going wrong and he let them slip
For some reason she didn't feel the same way anymore
And that's where she left him and walked out the door

In the fourth verse tears were pouring from his eyes
Streaming down his face onto the paper as he cries
But those tears turned into angry words as he wrote
His impaired thoughts were wishing to slit her throat

Verse after verse malicious words begin to appear
Hastily creating torturous scenes as if he didn't care
The words bled onto the paper but no pen was found
Hands working frantically and the pen on the ground

Finally he wrote the last verse with utmost perfection
His poem had taken a twist but he liked the direction
It paralleled his emotions and also made him think
Next time he writes he will use blood instead of ink