I still lift my voice in song
To a God I no longer believe in
Not for my sake,
but for yours.
I am afraid of your heart breaking in two
When you find out that mine no longer yearns for Jesus.
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC
Your kisses taste like
My morning cup of coffee
Awakes me inside
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 3:12 PM UTC
A birdwatcher
A bus driver
A golfer
An airman
A man
With strong hands and a firm heart
And “the nosiest man alive”
According to his wife
A great-grandfather
A grandfather
A father
A friend
With unconditional compassion for all
Remembered by everyone who encountered him
The truest example of love and kindness
Now, may his legacy live on through the hearts he changed
For his soul is now at peace.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
Discovering you is like discovering the ocean
A vast oasis of never ending secrets
Which have the power to captivate, confuse, convict, and cut
Deep into the hearts that care so deeply for you
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
A fool, unaware, naïve, and immature
Invincible through all my bones
How wrong I was
Slowly slightly changing
Now counting down days until tomorrow
Unsure of what tomorrow holds
Restless soul of mine
Refuses remain still
Adventurous spirit flows throughout my veins
Creating new ways to love
Giving forth my all
Proving them wrong
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
Does the number of times you caressed my face and kissed my lips make up for the number of times you made feel like ****
Does the number of times you wrapped me in your arms while I cried make up for the number of times you caused the tears yourself?
Does your old soul make up for the ugly side no one should ever have to see?
Does it matter than you helped me through the rough, even though I spent so much ******* time covering for you when you couldn’t face it yourself?
Where do I draw the line between being selfless and forgetting to take care of myself?
Am I a selfish ***** for wanting to give up on you?
Should I listen to what they’re telling me?
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
and all the while I would have never thought
that you would be the one to save me from the fog that
kept me stuck inside the rut of abusive affairs
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC
The best part about high school band
Is not the trophies
The awards and medals and ribbons
Those things are great, but there’s more to it
The best part about high school band
Is not the stadium lights
Late nights spent laying on the warm turf during water breaks
The August heat and November snow
These things are wonderful, but there’s more to it
The gift of being able to hold an instrument in your hand
And produce the sound of the human soul
You are able to create an unforgettable experience
for hundreds and thousands of people
Simply with the breath in your lungs and the apparatus in your hands
This is the best part about high school band
You have the ability to combine notes and rhythms and chords
And bring tears out of the eyes of the audience in the process
Cherish this gift, for not all will have the chance to possess it
You’ll forget the scores and placements and how tall the trophies stood
but you’ll remember the power, the family, the passion
Hold tightly to these things, because four years will flash before your eyes
And you will miss it more than you could have ever imagined
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
Dear Cody,
You have been and always will be my brother, filled and overflowing with love I could never comprehend.
Dear Tim,
You are my protector, my safeguard and stronghold, seeking justice when you know injustice is present.
Dear Paul,
Joy radiates from your smile, and you chose to smile despite everything you've been through.
Dear Micheal,
I'll always cherish the years we had together, though I wish you were sitting next to me on the piano bench instead of a prison cell.
Dear Ty,
Originality and authenticity are difficult to find these days. May you never lose that spirit.
Dear A.J.,
I've never met a man who stood so strongly by his convictions. I hope we can make music together again someday.
Dear Ben,
Thank you for the years of consistent handshakes and hugs. I could never articulate with words how much they've meant to me.
Dear Brigham,
The love you want so badly to give away could overflow the oceans. Never stop being reckless.
Dear Cole,
After three years of painful silence, reconnection with you is the sweetest redemption I've tasted yet.
For all:
Now go, conquer the world, follow your convictions, keep your candles burning, fuel your own flame, and spread the love you posses like wildfire.
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
Dear Micheal,
I'll always cherish the years we had together
Filled with heavy metal music and terrible singing sessions
Though I wish you were sitting next to me on the piano bench
Instead of a prison cell
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC