Inside the Rebellion of Saints

this is for all the kids who glow in the dark. I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue.

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Lover of the Moon

I fell in love with the way the moon reflected off my skin

and cascaded down my bedsheets.

He shot through my window with his mysterious glow.

Illuminated with his nightly hue.

"Come to me."

He would sing ever so softly.

And I, restless, would have to follow after him.

Hopeless abandon.

Sleepless nights, turned into sleepless weeks, as our love grew deeper.

My devotion to him I expressed through song and dance.

Basking in his pure delight.

I swayed in his shadow, humming a tune stuck in my head.

The world however, was fast asleep.

And night was mine for the taking.

It was just he and I.

Alone, but couldn’t be happier.

I fell hard and fast for the gracefulness in his touch.

The magic feeling his presence would awaken within me.

The moon is my lover, my friend and companion.

He knows my darkest secrets and my heart’s deepest desires.

From him there is nothing I can hide.

At night I am embraced in his shadow.

I fall asleep as he slowly fades away.

When night is captured by morning.

All the day long I crave his soft touch, as the heat from the sun

beats on my fair back.

The calm of the night brings about such delight.

At times it leaves me speechless.

I am entranced by his beauty.

His grace.

The moon fills every space with his gentle glow.

I hide in his arms, as he wipes away my worries.

Only if for one night.

This is when I truly come alive.

He sees my true colors.

He highlights the lines of my body.

With him I’m safe from the world.

I am a lover of the moon.

A lover of the night. 


-Mary Beth

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Some say an army of horsemen, others say
A host of warriors, or a fleet of ships
Is the finest sight upon this dark earth.
But I say it is the one you love.
Sappho, Ancient Greek female poet known as the “tenth muse”

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He has many names but I have only one motive.

I want to fall in love

in my own time

on my own terms

I want to know that he feels the same way

I want to hold his hand

run my fingers through his hair

feel his strong arms around me

suddenly I’ll feel all warm and secure

I’ll fall asleep with a smile on my face

I want to breathe in his scent left on my shirt

I want to feel his breath pressing against my lips

we’ll dance late late at night when everyone else is asleep

we’ll be loud and we won’t care

every day will be adventure

and we’ll always talk about a future

the days will get cold, but we’ll still be warm

every morning I’ll wake just to see his face

we’ll be the envy of those around us

and nothing will matter but the love that we share

every love song will be about us

and everything will be deep & insanely rich

you’ll say that I smell sweet

and I’ll kiss your cheek

I’ll be your biggest fan

we’ll smile for cameras 

and capture each memory we make

I’ll take your breath away

and leave you wondering how you ever got so lucky

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Reflection:

So many bodies and endless voices. 

The possibilites are beyond my calculation.

Many are strangers or quiet aqaintences.

I wish this journey would end.

I still smell his cologne clinging to my shirt.

The fragrance is sweet and warm.

The comforting tones of a gentleman’s voice dance wildly around a restless heart.

There’s too much noise to hear Your voice.

Besides, I’m afraid of silence.

If you want to discover an endless lover, look no farther.

I’m dreamer in need of a savior, a damsel desiring a prince.

My lips are lonely and I wish that only your wish would be my heart.

So I sit here waiting and contemplating the odds of this game we call “love”.

When we truly depart, will there be enough to finish what I’d like to start?

I’m beginning to feel that heaven is real and heartache is a role I’ve landed.

I’ve memorized the script, every last bit and the character I’ve taken on.

But this is more than a play, too complex to be a game.

It’s become the life that I’ve made for myself.

Desire what I can never have, still God has that “plan”.

I just wish things would go my way.

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I couldn’t forget the color of his eyes if I tried. His eyes are brown like the rich earth. Mine are blue like an eternal sky or a deep ocean. His lips are perfectly curved and tempt my kisses all the time. His smile shoots warmth through my chest. I wouldn’t let myself fall, so I tripped instead. Now I’m hung up on him like laundry on a line. Just blowing in the wind and biding time. It’s easier not to love, but impossible to try. I did. Oh Romeo, why must you pull on my heart so?

- Romeo”

a little ditty of mine :)

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50 Random Things About Me

1. My name is Mary Elizabeth Michael V.

2. I love guy names.

3. I wish I was named Michael, John, Peter, Kepha, Max, Konstantine or Corrie. It would be cooler. Idk just something original.

4. I don’t like red meat at all. I eat my burgers (IF i have to)…burned.

5. I like most music before you hear it. [nothing conceited or anything]

6. My last name is french.

7. skinny jeans are so fine! I LOVE them. I’ve slept in skinny jeans before.

8. I love super skinnies personally. [jeggings were a blessing to womankind]

9. I plan on studying apologetics deeply one day.

10. I LOVE learning and sharing my Faith.

11. I love Jesus Christ with all my heart.

12. I’ve played piano for 9 years.

13. I’ve written thousands of poems since I was 11 years old. I’m a poet who writes overally exaggerated epic poetry.

14. I can type 100 words per minute.

15. I believe in vegetarianism. 

16. I once epically failed at being a vegetarian.

17. In my next life I want to be Queen Latifah, or at least Beyonce. I might be albino, but inside I KNOW I was born a black woman.

18. I wish I was tan, but I love it when people call me ‘snow white’. it makes me happy. [kinda] nowadays I just use it as a joke.

19. My friend Hayden gave me an iPod when we couldn’t afford one. [thanks for that :]]

20. I spend most of my 24 hours with music in my ears.

21. one day I’m going to buy a pair of toe shoes even though I’m not a ballerina, just because I want to.

22. I mostly write in cursive, but my handwriting is very inconsistent in style.

23. I had a twitter before I had a facebook…I started it in like January 2008 [how cool am I?].

24. school is my least favorite subject.

25. I ADORE top hats.

26. I wish I lived in 1905 very much so.

27. I want to be a national speaker and talk at youth conferences.

28. I want to have a big clan of my own one day.

29. I’m normally singing a tune.

30. I want to work with disabled people.

31. I’ve been romantically involved with each of the 4 Gospels: a Mark, Luke, John, & Matthew (my amazing boyfriend).

32. I believe in Peter Pan.

33. I pray about EVERYTHING. I have a very unconventional faith.

34. I don’t like wearing shoes in places that require them.

35. my perfect day begins when my little sister Maggie wakes me up in the morning witha kiss.

36. I dont lie. I am brutally honest.

37. My favorite color is black. It’s beautiful, edgy, and mysterious. On top of that it goes with everything.

38. I LOVE my job at Cracker Barrel.

39. define hopeless romantic, I qualify.

40. If it’s weird and wearable…it’s on my body right now.

41. I like when people stare at me as if to say “WHAT IN THE WORLD IS HER PROBLEM? PEOPLE SIMPLY AREN’T LIKE THAT.” No they aren’t, that’s why I am.

42. Someone once called me a ‘hipster’ and I liked it.

43. My nick name is “Barbie” or “Barbie Girl “and I love it. :) lol

44. I prefer to be called “mary” not “mary Beth”, but it truly does depend on the day, my mood & who’s saying it.

45. I believe in actions more than words.

46. I’m ADD which is why I can create 30 things at once & why I say random awkward things in the middle of conversations that make no sense.

47. My mind is in constant motion, my body prefers not to be.

48. I gain a freckle daily. Eventually I’m going to be tan, but until then in the meantime God is teaching me the virtue of patience.

49. I can stay up all night writing a heartwrenching tale of passion & romance of my own design. And I have. More than once.

50. I once erected a fantastical story I was quite proud of  & was told it needed to be a film on the Hallmark Channel. Some people can’t appriciate art even when it’s in their face.

51. Modeling agencies wanted me, I turned them away.

52. The glass is CLEARLY half empty & I’m missing out on the free refills, thank you.

53. I’m loud & proud. I dont stop talking ever.

54. I hate silence. It’s scary.

55. I am so excited to start my studies at Franciscan University of Steubenville this fall!

56. I got a bad haircut, well yeah for no reason, and I regret it.

57. Cheese is my favorite food/fruit/vegetable/drink/substance.

58. I am so blessed to have such a wonderful family.

59. I did 59 because its special.

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yeah that sounds beautiful but it’s just words.
it stops there.
we don’t live by this.
this poetry isn’t put into action.
it’s left at a nice idea.
UNFORTUNATLEY THERE IS NOT “LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL” and we certainly are NOT “under God”.
for instance, if you aren’t born yet, America gives the right to doctors to end your life inside your mother’s womb.
We conceal our Christian faith in public, because it is “offensive”. 
Liberty and justice for ALL?! No. Try liberty and justice for SOME.
whenever I have to say the pledge, that’s how I end it.
Because I believe in always telling the truth.
and THAT^ right there is a lie.
I’m not proud of what we stand for unless we start standing under God once again.
I’m a Christian, not American. 
I stand for Christ. 
Not for a government that pronounces hypocritical lies.
Give this world back to God.

yeah that sounds beautiful but it’s just words.

it stops there.

we don’t live by this.

this poetry isn’t put into action.

it’s left at a nice idea.

UNFORTUNATLEY THERE IS NOT “LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL” and we certainly are NOT “under God”.

for instance, if you aren’t born yet, America gives the right to doctors to end your life inside your mother’s womb.

We conceal our Christian faith in public, because it is “offensive”. 

Liberty and justice for ALL?! No. Try liberty and justice for SOME.

whenever I have to say the pledge, that’s how I end it.

Because I believe in always telling the truth.

and THAT^ right there is a lie.

I’m not proud of what we stand for unless we start standing under God once again.

I’m a Christian, not American.

I stand for Christ.

Not for a government that pronounces hypocritical lies.

Give this world back to God.

(via bettertogetherrxo)

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IN THE MOMENTS OF OUR LIVES
BOTH THE JOYOUS AND THE TRAGIC
IF THE TRUTH IS TO BE TOLD
WE ARE ALL PURSUING MAGIC

AND THE MAGIC THAT WE SEEK
AS WE’RE SURE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED
CAN BE FOUND IN CERTAIN PLACES
FAR MORE EASILY THAN OTHERS

IN THE SAND BENEATH THE SPHINX
IN THE DREAMS OF CANDLELIGHT
BUT THE SUREST PLACE OF ALL
IS IN THE FORGIVING WORLD OF NIGHT

AND OF ALL THE NIGHTS THROUGHOUT THE YEAR
THAT COME AND GENTLY LEAVE
NONE HOLD THE DREAM OF MAGIC
LIKE THE EVENING, CHRISTMAS EVE

Trans-Siberian Orchestra, Christmas Eve & Other Stories

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The Play

Watching the clock as the hours tick by.
Life like this hardly seems real.
Another life, another time.
If this is a test, I’m failing miserably.
So much of life is like a play.
The plot falls apart and the writer starts again.
We eagerly await our scene on the stage,
With lines we’ve rehearsed a thousand times…
…until we believe our very own lies.
For a play is mere distorted reality.
A script is for those who can’t dream up their own lives.
Obedience to a director is nothing short of slavery.
We will fall to our short memories.
What was it like before my life was written on a page?
Before my heart danced for kings and princes
Upon a humble stage?
My life is a story,
My life is a play.
I must fall into character, or destroy the storyline.
Blunder on stage.
The crowd is dying for a climax.
I, behind the curtain, fall out of context.
This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.
Another day slips by.
A new scene written upon the hour.
When will I be finished?
When the pen is taken from my hands.
The curtain falls.
This story ends.

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Growing :)

I’m growing now
too large for this skin
too large for the shell you put me in
it’s time to shed
it’s time to break free
this - this time it’s really me
I’m stretching out of this cocoon
I’m growing, growing
out of my skin
believing, dreaming
it’s another world I’m in
you gave me wings to reach the sky
now it’s time for me to fly
I’m growing, growing
I’ll burst out of this cocoon
I’m growing, growing
far too large for you
not holding back
not afraid to break free
hello world!
this is me!
I’m breaking free - I see the sun
I’m growing, growing
not afraid to look backwards
but not afraid to move onwards anymore
…into the sun
I touch the sunshine
clutch it in my hand
I’m growing, growing
like He planned
I’m growing, showing
you must understand
these wings are so beautiful
I reach so many new heights
so many wonderful sights
things I couldn’t see down there
and now I fully understand
'cause I'm growing, growing
all’s outta my hands
'cause I'm growing, growing
all according to plan
you gave me wings so I could fly
to help me reach right up to the sky
now it’s time for me to try. ~

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many thanks to my wonderful sister in Christ, Deema, who perfectly explained that I was growing out of my ‘bubble’ and becoming a new person and that it wasn’t sad to let go of the past. I love you Deema! This is for you. God bless.

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