light breaks through my window
i can see through every pane
where there is trial
there is triumph
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC
Monotony leads to hazy recollections,
Pushing us into mundane professions,
Careers of which we never desired,
Bags under eyes deepen as we grow tired,
Repetitive motion never fulfilled,
So why do we turn to old habits at will?
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 3:57 AM UTC
Your mind was an open pit, a chasm that was open far too wide,
ready to accept any passing thought as truth and security.
Incapable to discern between truth and lie your identity made its home in any remark.
Seeking affirmation in the hearts of man while ignoring what your God has to say.
Blocking out who you were meant to be and replacing it with a societal normality. Telling you that you are your own god, that you are your peace.
with the same hand it gently feeds you these promises it will shove comparison down your throat. You are not good enough, you will never be loved. At least not sincerely. And how could a kid like you possibly contribute to greatness. You are nothing.
What seemed to be a promising hope that you were in control leads you to a restless and dark reality. When identity is found in what makes you happy you'll never be truly happy.
Truly I say to you, where there is light the darkness cannot overcome. You are not what the world says you are, not who you're expected to be, you are not another face in the crowd, you are not who you are trying to be.
True identity is found in your creator
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
Seasons gradually shift into one another until they return to their natural state of existence.
Cycles of change that are an inherent testament to the cumulative passing of my oldest friend, time.
She has stood by patiently through trial and triumph, and unbiasedly forced progression in everyone she's touched.
With constancy her lungs take in the past, heart beats life, and she breathes out death.
All that is known has experienced her and all that will be will feel her closely.
She is all that is loved and feared. She is.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
a distinction in lack of words and loss of heart would be desired
though disheartening to know I'm losing words
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 3:49 AM UTC