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Darkness is not the absence of light,but the cover for it.
When you feel only darkness or pain or see it in another.
Look beneath this.
There is light there in the Soul.

As water reflects the face,so one's life reflects the heart <3

I am a soul of many faces,sometimes dark and then light reflects my inner soul,coming into being.
My poems all come from within,deep down the words are engraved upon my soul and hidden within my brain.
I cannot stop writing,cause that would be the death of me. I have tried,but the words keep flowing.Only stopping for moments in time.
I shall always be what God intended for me to be.His light shines deep within the shadows that surround me.
Darkness is not the absence of light,but the cover for it.
When you feel only darkness or pain or see it in another.
Look beneath this.
There is light there in the Soul.

As water reflects the face,so one's life reflects the heart <3

I am a soul of many faces,sometimes dark and then light reflects my inner soul,coming into being.
My poems all come from within,deep down the words are engraved upon my soul and hidden within my brain.
I cannot stop writing,cause that would be the death of me. I have tried,but the words keep flowing.Only stopping for moments in time.
I shall always be what God intended for me to be.His light shines deep within the shadows that surround me.

A quiet space is where we are still in thought.
A place to be still before God.
Bringing our daily thanksgiving
A time to be near God.
Draw close.
A chance to grow and to be shown higher places.
First we must daily seek the cross.
Be still and hear his voice.

Why are we always so busy,
with our daily tasks.
Leaving behind precious time.
Our Father longs for us to be quiet.
Grinding our day to a halt.
Seeking his face while we can.
Stop, for a moment listen to his still small voice.
Not putting God in a box

Weeping willow
Weeping willow
4 days ago

In heaviness and despair
My heart enfolds
in prayer
Aching pains lie deep
in silence
At the bottom of my soul
Drifting inside like a weight
Drowning my troubled mind
Till sleep brings slumber
Slowly closing the open door of awaken
Asking questions as I drift
Why wasn't I something more
Still small answers came
You became a beautiful flower
Growing in deep shadows
Where light shines along the darken floor
Deep inside the caverns of your soul
a tiny light still flourishes
Sending out love to others
who walk in sorrow in life
as you
Forgetting God's hope lies deep
inside the tinniest flower
Blooming along the forgotten
path of sorrow
Somewhere in the desolate land
of loneliness
A light shines
Guiding lonely souls
home.

By Weeping willow
Written-2015
Posted- 2017

Just voices speaking inside my depressive mind
;-\
  5d  Weeping willow
NB
NB
5 days ago

I've made a man from the shade of a time
A spirit that's drifting from mind to mind
It dwells in a parallel universe
Like a song unheard in a dream in reverse

I've made a being, never known as one
The sound of all songs I left undone
Have you heard it ring..? did it sharpen your tears..?
The mist ruling for days, but remembered for years

With every caressing wind, sight of a fallen star
You'll know I'm within it, as much as you are
'cause all the words whispered to the night skies were true
Hoping that, in dreams, they'll find their way to you

I've made a man, from what I could've been
A shadow of life on one side of the screen
It's still alive, from a trip created rhyme
To echo beyond the wastelands of time


N.B.

  5d  Weeping willow
The Unknown
The Unknown
6 days ago

What if I told you that my happiness was encased in glass, and that
I shattered it when I was just a kid?
I cried and scambled to pick up all of the pieces
Cut up by shards of glass, I left some of it on the ground

What would you think if I told you that I took my remaining happiness and
wrapped it in a cloth that I put inside of a bag?
That bag was dropped in a river
I swam after what I could
There was pain in my heart at all the pieces that escaped my grasp

How would you feel if I told you that I placed it under lock and key, but
someone convinced me that they could protect it?
It was stolen
I tracked down what happiness was left

Now I carry my happiness in my pockets
Sometimes a little falls out
Sometimes I find a little in obscure places
I cherish what I have left but I do not hold on as tight as I did before

Inside my heart
Cracked and worn
by this life
Stands a small still light
Steadily burning
Casting it's light through tiny holes
Upon the trail
I must follow home
Where voices lead
within this darken tunnel
A light comes
Shinning across the shadows
Inside the night I hear screams
of sorrow
Plagues my heart like a disease
Deepening my depression
Though sorrow seems to reign
within my heart
Deep in the troubles of my soul
This light stands
Ever burning brighter

At night his song is with me
A constant prayer
Weighing upon my soul
Where voices whisper
Where is God inside your troubles
Weariness sets in
As my heart is faint
My soul's voice is lifted
in quiet solitude
To the one who hears
and feels every tear
Like small drops of rain
upon my cheeks
His presence is near
Surrounding me in his light
Burning deep within my trouble life.

By Weeping willow
Written-2015
Posted-2017

The Lord is near to the broken Hearted
and he saves the crushed
in spirit.

Words pile up
inside
like  a  puzzel
I'm not sure
where they fit anymore
They seem all broken
into tiny pieces
as they line up along my soul
Slowly inching their way
within
Penetrating
Plunging deep
Slicing my heart
As words slip inside
my veins
Running constantly through
till they reach the other side
of my brain
Exploding words
to touch the sun inside my eyes
Where they burn
Leaving black holes within
my head
Thinking I am dead
Yet words flow through my mouth
to touch my soul
Tracing it's path along the bridge
into the great divide

I am finally alive.

By Weeping willow
(c)2017;-\

Words never stop in me,if they did I think I would burst.
Always thinking,Reading,Praying.
It's a constant moving within.

Star within a mist
Carries my dreams
inside the light
My life takes flight
among the stars
Shinning bright
in a dark sky
I step upon the stars
in the night
Leading my soul
HOME
Where my true dreams  await me.

By Weeping willow
(c)2017;-\

Thoughts and Dreams are placed within
to carry my wandering soul
HOME ;-\
#lonely   #tired  
 
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