Uncategorized

Shine Bright

Shine Bright

Starring at the sky whilst I make a wish for me, wishing to be as bright as the diamonds on Orion’s belt,
But today is the closest I have ever felt to fulfilling my God given purpose. I urge you to find out what your purpose is, why on earth you were created. I speak greatness over your life; God never makes mistakes or create junk. You are fearfully and wonderfully made, with an amazing gift, a gift to change lives. Don’t let the enemy rob you from your shine, Arise and shine.
Written by Laurna Guiste

Uncategorized

Some of my desi…

Some of my desires

 

Lately I have been wanting to travel, wanting to explore and discover new territories and make my mark.I  see myself getting lost in a forest, pitching my tent, setting a camp fire and roasting mash mellows. Sharing stories of long ago, making new memories. Taking a few pictures, rowing up a river, observing nature, appreciating God’s art. I long to make my own tree house, go fishing and bike riding. I want all the good things life has to offer and have good fun. I want to learn a new language, take karate classes, embrace a new culture and live freely with an independent tribe. I want to raise a revolution, march down the streets with protestors fighting against the oppressors. I want to feed the hungry, cloth the homeless encourage the youths to use their talents for God.

I pray God makes me cross paths with people with similar desires, for all these one day I shall do.

Written by

Laurna Guiste

Brueghel_Jan_the_Elder_Village_Scene_with_Canal_480
Writers Space

Second Part to Upcoming Story..

Weeks after, Mattis sat in the village market selling the few potatoes his mother had managed to plant. She was moving about as normal, with little mention about the incident which happened. The sun was beaming causing sweat to slither down Mattis face. He wiped the water from his brow then placed the parcels together, waving them at every passing pedestrian.
“Nice, potato! Sweet potato! Three for $4.00, hurry and buy it quick’’ He would say with the widest grin, the rich folks couldn’t resist his charm and zest and would purchase the parcels by two, living customers asking for more. Unfortunately Ruth was unable to produce beyond their demands as many of the plants died in the hot climate. The amount they received would cover their food products for the week and barely meet any other need.

Ruth was a 32 year old widow, who raised Mattis on her own ever since her husband died of a chronic illness weeks after their son’s birth. With half her family and in laws deceased, living too far away or basking in similar meagre conditions Ruth was tied to her husband’s village called Salybia. A community where the rich owed half the village and the remaining portion by a care free, convoluted government. The poor were fortunate enough to get seeds to plant gardens, but the amusements were held behind crystal gates, and music was forbidden in the streets and couldn’t be enjoyed by the less fortunate. The village was depressed, reeked of weariness and was believed to be under the curse of the witch doctor who resided on Morne Diablotin the tallest mountain in the village.
Because of Ruth’s financial condition she couldn’t afford sending Mattis to school, so at an early age he was a devoted potato planter with his mother. She saved a penny from every acquired fund on the dream of sending him to school one day. Mattis was determined to accomplish this dream as he worked extra hard and sometimes late at night. But no matter how hard they both worked the money just never seemed to be accumulating as their nourishment took priority.
About noon he startled as he heard the chatter of children, looking nervously over his shoulder he saw a few of his peers coming from school, he felt uneasy as they drew closer, knowing his tormentor Travis, was close behind.

Written by Laurna Guiste

Continuation of upcoming story,do i still hold your attention?

iStock_000002144287Small-600x250
Writers Space

Get up, and Get it together..

Get up, and Get it together..
Today I met this young man, lying in the bus stop, but I knew he wasn’t headed to a destination. His clothes were dirty, dirty, his clothes were dirty, and he held his pants in his hand, getting closer, I recognized the young man.
I recollect meeting him in college and we became acquainted, we were about the same age, but today he was different, face painted in mud, reconstructed, and lost some weight. He didn’t seem like the young, ambitious man I knew back then. So sitting down, asked him what was going on, and expressed his deepest regrets as he told me his story. He didn’t have anyone ,a loner often found in the hands of the law, searching for love but never seemed to find it, had no job, no money, no one he could talk to.
He had goals, he had plans, started college but never finished, he started well but somehow he lost his way, and he was struggling to get back, blamed it all on not having a home, a family.
So many of us today are going through struggles if not like that young man but we are facing a challenge in our lives and we just need someone to talk to, we need help, we need deliverance. Well Jesus is there, and He says to cast ALL your cares upon Him for He cares for you, He can carry your load today, he will listen to your problems and He is able to solve them.
I wish I could have provided that man with a job, but all I could was encourage him to get up from where he was, get himself together and ask God to help him. I encourage you you to do the same, Get up, Get yourself together and ask the Saviour to help you. For with God nothing shall be impossible, but you need to make that first step!!!

Written by
Laurna Guiste<

Family, Poetry Corner

My Mother,Her Memory Remains

images2END6GAO
Three years now seems like only yesterday since my mother’s death,24th April marks the day she parted us. Was the Loveliest mother and wife in the whole world. Gone but never forgotten, Love you mother.

Like dew drops on roses,
Models an poses I needed your love,
How do I go on knowing you’re gone. Life has no fun,

I miss u so much your kiss an your touch your yelling which I couldn’t stand now I wouldn’t mind hearing over & over again!
WHY did u have to go? what u mean 2 us only heaven knows. Every moment holds a memory of u how can I go on without thinking of you

Everyone seems to be going on but I stand still caught in a memory,

And when I hear your favorite song, see your favorite movie or food I jus get angry an in a sad mood
why cant Jesus take me away too. So I can spend forever with you?
But my life is not yet over there’s more
I have to do so until we meet again mummy I am thinking of you.

Written by
Laurna Guiste

Uncategorized

Let me wash your Locks..;)

Lay still my dear let me wash your locks, let me lay you gently on my thigh .sing you sweet lullaby fall deep into me, close your eyes sweetly,

Let me wash your hair thoroughly, run my fingers deep into your roots, massaging my way through,

Rubbing, pulling working the ends, and rubbing again,

Close your eyes, you might just pass out again,

Sweet lavender, perfuming, take it all in.

Written by Laurna Guiste

Writers Space

upcoming story …

Ruth lay sort of stiff on the bed, when a sharp burn streamed through her abdomen causing her to grip the clothes that were rumpled at her side, her eyes barred in pain. Soon after her moans were heard on the outside.outside. Mattis quickly dropped the wood he was cutting and run inside”Mamma,are you OK?’ He run to her side with fear in his eyes as he saw she was in pain, he held her shaking hand and kissed it, “what’s wrong mama, please tell me?’
She placed the other hand on her stomach “It is just my stomach, but I be fine “she muttered trying to smile. “yo don’t look fine, mama did you eat?”
“Yes I did, don’t worry be…” her eyes widened as she shrieked in pain, holding her sons hands tightly now, “Mamma! What is it, I go get help “he turned about to run out but she pulled him back
”Wait, Mattis, I may not be here when you get back,’’
He panicked “What? Where are you going? Mama please don’t tell me you gonna die, please “he cried coming back to her side
She gently touched his face, and looked at him “There is a time for everything my son, a time to live and a time to die and “
“No! Mama don’t talk like that you are all I have you can’t…”he cried she motioned him to hush.
“Listen, son it is something that can’t be stopped, must happen one day “
“But I am going to the village doctor; he must be able to help you!”
She frowned,” I don’t want you going to that man”
“But why? He’s a doctor “he pleaded tears forming at the corner of his eyes
“He is a witch doctor, dealing with all sort of voodoo nonsense! I want you no near him, do you hear me!” her voice amplifying, he nodded sadly,
“Do you hear me? “She yelled squeezing his hand,
“As long as you get better, I won’t mamma” he kissed her hand again.
Written by Laurna Guiste
Please live comments on what you think on this as part of an upcoming story.

Poetry Corner

The Awakening..

 

tumblr_n426viV5Uv1rog5d1o1_500

 

Vision being captured behind screens see what they want me to be, taking away my innocence capturing all my attention, shortening my attention span,

LCD’s, PSP’s that’s all I need don’t take them from me, it’s like all I need lately, Take your lessons, extra class, I don’t need that, got my swags on, can’t pretend to be right on, cause I got some, And I’m right on,

Role models get in trouble, everygrl tryna be a model, every player tryna hit a double, and parents seem to be starting trouble,

What do kids do, when no one motivate them to, live right and to be bright,

Take school seriously, work hard and play soft, whatever happened to playing sports?

Lack of grammar, plenty drama, up in the hood wit baby mamas,

Why gaining an education seem so farfetched and giving up is so well catched,

Face booking, tweeting, twerking and drinking, staying up late, No one disciplining,

All that which is happening, what are the parents are doing?

Written by Laurna Guiste

Uncategorized

Lets make a pos…

Lets make a positive change in our generation

 

Rise to make a change in your generation,the world needs you.The children need role models,we are slowly losing our grip on a focused selfless youth to one of rebellion,selfishness and technology.I am concerned about the level of focus,its difficult for we adults to concentrate especially in today’s high demands far less for the young ones whose role models are lost twerking,drinking and smoking”. Let us play our part to help the young ones by using the little we have to give,share and inspire positivity”

Laurna Guiste