*All my pain and loneliness
scribbled in a paper
hoping that some day
everything will be okay.
Even the air that I breathe
the butterflies that fly around
even the leaves that fall on the ground
I take note of it
because those little things that were barely noticed
fill the void inside of me.
It calms my soul
it’s where I find my rest
Your creation sings a song
that only my heart could hear.
You know that I’m like a child
who marvels at the beauty of Your creation
it’s where I find my hope
to look forward to tomorrow.
I am not alone at all
for You are there
You are everything that I see
and all along
it has always been You,
my Comforter,
my Savior,
my Father,
my Creator.
-a.g.*
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 7:11 AM UTC
*When you walked in the room
It’s like flowers started to bloom,
When I see your smile
It blows my mind for a while.
There’s a rhythm that my heart beats
It goes like labdab3x, what does it mean?
Days passed by, I started to write on few sheets
Sweet love poems from an inlove teen.
And every time he glanced on me
I’m melting like a cold ice cream,
The time you said a word to me
I would burst out my loudest scream.
I felt so happy
The time your love was shown to me,
I’m like a song with a tune
A bride meets the groom
A book with a tale
A princess in a fairy tale
A love story that never fail.
-a.g.*
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 3:00 AM UTC
*Falling in these lonely lands
where sorrow is known
I carried my heart in both hands
in fear of becoming a stone.
For bruises and scars
piled up my body,
that I wailed to the stars
hoping for a remedy.
Now I've become coy
in battles unseen
and how I wished joy
would finally stay with me.
O hear the pleas
of my troubled soul
I long to spread my wings
that darkness stole.
I fear pain will soon be my home
Living in lies
is where I shouldn’t roam
and the light in me silently cries
crying for the chance
of a happy life.
-a.g.*
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC
*Judgments everywhere
Criticisms you must bear
The wicked chuck you with hatred
Keep in mind, you are sacred.
Dejection and rejections
Standards set in magazines and televisions
From painful yet glorious birth
Why measure one’s worth?
Allow it not to scar your mind
Nor the voices blind
Wear the strength in your skin
Free the radiance within.
For He lavished you with gifts
His love uplifts
Behind the scene or on stage
You are beautifully weaved in His image.
-a.g.*
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC