Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness--
Rights promised to us by men too old to remember.
Happiness is hard to Pursue,
Hard to find.
And sometimes the search leads you
Down paths that steal your Liberty...
Leaving you to wonder,
What's the point in Life?
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
To feel your hand in my hand,
Your words in my ear,
Your heart beneath my palm--
I would give anything.
I picture your soft voice
Chasing away the sadness
And lending hope to my broken heart.
My world feels empty,
My forces lacking.
How am I to tackle this war
With no one on my side?
True--
My God is loving;
He is strong and compassionate.
I know that in him,
I cannot fail.
But staying ahead of failure
Is not the same as finding success.
If I am to succeed,
This emptiness must be filled.
I need strength beside me,
As well as within me.
I need a hand to hold,
And a smile to return.
Why did God give you to me,
Only to let the distance keep you from me?
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
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Much Madness is divinest Sense—
To a discerning Eye—
Much Sense—the starkest Madness—
’Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail—
Assent—and you are sane—
Demur—you’re straightway dangerous—
And handled with a Chain—
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
The world swirls around, constantly moving in never ending circles of emotion
Sadness and sympathy surround me as I watch friends struggle up mountains and through jungles
Hope runs through my veins as I watch from afar, wishing for them that the pain and hardships would end
Suddenly I'm turning, spinning, whirling, falling as I get dizzy and disoriented
When I come to, I'm enveloped in lies and dishonesty as I watch loved ones fall farther and farther down a hole they don't realize their digging
Forgiveness overwhelms me as I slowly watch them sink, longing to run over and help pull them out
Again I'm reeling, spiraling, twirling, collapsing onto the cold ground
I fearfully raise my head, for who knows what I'll encounter next?
As I slowly stand, I'm encircled with charity and love as I watch my loved ones laugh and smile with one another
Amity fills my heart as I run to them, appreciating every moment I can share with them
Encountering hardships and struggles are inevitable, but we build each other, shape each other, and comfort each other through all emotions.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
*These woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.*
My woods are but a figure of speech.
Still, they are lovely, dark, and deep
And we have promises to keep.
The miles separate me from you.
Love and friendship stay through and through,
But a broken heart will stay true.
Your strong arms are wrapped around me,
Holding me close, helping me see.
We don't have to touch to feel.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC
What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!—
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,—act in the living present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
I try to find the words I want to say,
But they just won't come.
I want the things I feel, to be the things I write.
But the words won't come.
When I write a poem,
The words in my heart must be translated
Into a language
That can be both seen and heard.
But sometimes the translator gets stuck,
In trying to read
My deepest, truest emotions
Amongst the jumble of my thoughts.
And so now I'm stuck
With a plethora of locked-up feelings,
Yearning to be said.
And this is what they call, the writer's block.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
She was a prisoner,
Trapped in the shadows of the night,
Caged in the gloom of the world.
She sang songs of heart throbbing emotion,
And played melodies of continuous tragedies.
She wrapped herself in life's desolation
And felt the pull of never ending stress weighing her down.
But she stood under the relentless pressure,
And never wavered.
She heard tunes of everlasting joy and peace,
And never strayed.
She found her way through the darkness,
And never doubted.
A girl once born in clouded adversity,
Now blossomed in ceaseless exultation.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 9:28 PM UTC
We are beacons of light,
Whose beams radiate joy to all those who see,
Whose rays give hope for a bright new day.
We are the stars in the night,
Whose gleaming sparks light up the dark sky,
Whose glint yearns to fulfill a wish of a longing heart.
So continue sharing your light with others,
For you never imagine how your glorious streak of light could impact another in this never ending world of darkness.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC