Every morning and every day,
If you’re still saying El Roi (God Who Sees),
You know you’re still in the best of hands.
My world
Is just me and my glass castle,
It seems.
Though every so often,
I can make a glass panel swing out
And I can pop out an arm or leg –
Barely enough to be seen.
And every day,
I try to believe that I’m more or less broken,
As that seems to be comforting,
Though really each day’s pain is likely the same.
I’m allowed to be thankful for closed doors.
They’re truly a blessing in disguise.
They're an indication of His sovereignty,
Our hope, and our being human –
Indeed, they're a fragile opportunity to beautifully let go.
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 11:27 PM UTC
Thoughts and feelings
Of a wanderer
Grow near and fond.
But why winter,
And life’s beatings,
Make this grow to be my love.
My life depends on God.
I am a servant to Him.
This wanderer – that feels as a whisp’ in the wind –
Is certainly not lost.
Though I may be broken -
Pieces flying everywhere -
The puzzle is being put together.
I trust this.
Is Your will something I should know,
Or something powerful I should come to know?
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 1:56 AM UTC
I am a cloud in a world full of clouds.
People call me shy;
I see myself as low-lying fog.
Fog-the thick stuff right in front of your eyes,
so think you can’t see through it…
Until you’ve crossed into the inside.
I don’t see myself as above others,
so I’m low to the ground.
Other clouds –
Storm clouds, and those clouds you can imagine
as anything your heart desires,
and the wispy ones high up in the skies…
They are dramatic and charming, but what are they really?
Some clouds become ripped apart by cars,
but others are ripped apart by planes.
Is there even a cloud never caught, never ripped apart in any motion?
For really, we are all as each other.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 4:25 PM UTC
If you could sing a song,
What would you sing?
None can truely breathe,
all have gone dumb into silence.
Once I dreamed of things deep,
but now I have forgotten how.
I have forgotten my name,
and your name is lost too.
If you could talk,
what would be your first words?
Would you describe yourself,
or describe someone else?
Would words be of love or hate?
Would they even be words at all?
Are the bones made of fear,
or of mercies and compassion?
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
Please just tell me why
Tell me the meaning of dreams
They haunt my footsteps
Breathe in and breathe out
Do not repeat your praises
You will hear my shout
You will cry in pain
I will then feel much sorrow
You will faint tonight
I'll battle onwards
Leaving nothing in my path
I now watch your corpse
Under a fleeting light
More than you could ever see
I envy your pain
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
I will try to put all your thoughts together
Put them on my spindle, wove them in the loom
You cringe to no avail
Please evacuate the premises.
The shotgun is sitting in the corner
Waiting for the voice to lift up its bones
You have no life without the powder
Your barrel, stained only by me.
Wake me up when you sing again
Your life-blood is dry.
I will lie with you in waiting.
I won't ever leave your side.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
The forgotten soul
Dreaming of reality
Sick inside myself
Diligent times stained
Remembrance dropped in the night
Deaf to others minds
My friends have no love
Waiting forever, sought none
Belief is silent
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
Snowflake drops on heaven
Dreaming of serene stumbles
Delicate like dew
Freezing the snowflake
A rainbow soft as a tear
A winter's tramping
Feeling the river
In ever expense of ours
Fearing the fearless
Oh dearest alone
Another close folly here
Splendid days ended
These screams of laughter
They fill your heart full of love
We're left to wonder
Walking through your grave
In here lies my lovely foe
I miss you a lot
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
I hold you in my palm
The star tells all
How grateful I would have been if you were here
Here to share my memories, and my misfortune.
As another one leaves
A beautiful tree disappears into the atmosphere
And I'm left to hold your presence,
Like a balloon, floating forever.
Sympathizing with the safety
Resonating from the bones of the weak
Dreading the events
Everyone feels a hole
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 2:53 AM UTC
Scared to lose my consciousness
So I asked my momma
What a person thinks when they're out
when they're sedated
And then I realized that if I was seeing stuff,
I was dying.
And I don't wanna die yet.
My eyes, my mind are so screwy.
Noone understands how I can make
Rainbows and pictures from nothingness.
Times like these,
I feel scared, pointless.
Likewise undoubtedly to the rest of civilization.
Its been done before
But people keep thinking the worst
And I know some thoughts become true.
If people stop scaring me,
I just want to live and love...
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC