Everything is falling like rain around me
And all I can do is muster a smile and a
Hallelujah.
Everything is falling like rain around me
But my feet are stuck to the ground like concrete.
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
I had a dream,
Not one filled with
The Rainbows of
A small child,
I was overwhelmed
With constant fear
Running.
Running from what,
I do not know,
But I was mortified,
That when I called out
To you,
You did not answer,
So I was blindly
Running into hell.
One Sweet day,
I got the courage
To stand up to
The terror and fear
And saw that I
Was actually running from You.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
Once again
I am all alone,
Living a life of
Solitude.
Your smile
That once greeted me,
Is a fleeting existence,
In what seems to be my
Expanding unconscious.
Why?
Why did I let
You escape my wavering hands?
I allowed myself to confess
To you,
The only one I loved,
But it seemed the feelings
You had for me were
Nonchalant.
Someone, any wake me up.
Wake me from this dream
Where you don't talk to me,
Where you ignore me.
Wake me from the dream
Where I told you I love you
And those words became my enemy.
Please someone send me back
Let me take those words
Back
So we can become what
We were before,
Because I am becoming lonely
And the Guilt
Is rotting my soul to the
Dark Core.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
You have scorched me
With scalding words
And a scorching glare.
The humiliation was like
An inferno had sparked in
My chest and then spread
To consume my body and soul.
I was too scared to move.
It hurt to think.
But like the Phoenix,
I will rise again.
My tongue will be like a sword-
Painfully beautiful,
Swift and sharp.
You will marvel
You will wonder
You will be proven wrong.
Your words are fire,
I am celestial bronze.
Come now,
Purify me.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
"You save me from myself."
Every time something goes wrong
I know I have You to count on.
This is more than beautiful words
This more than a beautiful song
This is more than just a day at church
More than speaking in tongues.
This is so much more than any act of
Prophesy
I hope you can see
That.
This more than life.
This is more than logic.
This is more than I can ever hope to
Articulate or explain
For how can I express Your glory
When my lips are not holy enough
And my mind not pure enough
To speak or know Your name?
How can I expect to be
Expect to do all that You have called me to?
How can I expect to be perfect like You?
How can I?
You have made everything anew
But once I get in the way of things
Everything goes askew.
Though I struggle and try
And most days simply succumb
How is it possible that You can
Save me from myself over and over again?
I never understood what a wretched man
That I am
Until I tried to live for You truly.
You knew me from before I was in my mother's
Womb
And you know exactly what day I will be
Laid to rest in a tomb.
Yet I still find it hard to trust You
When You take away certain people or things
Or when You instruct me.
I can't see past the pain or my desire
I can't see past my inherent need for control
For success
Yet
What is success without You?
What is love without You?
What is happiness without You?
What am I without You?
Sometimes I feel like abandoning You
But how can I after all You took me
Through?
How can I?
Two things am I sure of
Your love
And that I will die.
Yet why can't I allow myself to
Accept the love You give?
I just don't deserve it
But I need it.
You are the breath I breathe
How I stand when my knees
Buckle.
You are sunlight
You are bright
You are dazzling
You are my life.
Though I may run from that simple truth
I'll always find my way back to You.
What a paradox is this
An imperfect miss
With a perfect God
Called but uncalled to Him
Afraid to let a love
She craves and needs in.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
N. a deviation from the common norm. Something or somebody who does not fit in.
A glitch, an error in systematic method.
Something abnormal.
Something strange.
Something mind boggling.
Exactly what I was meant to be.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
She was an angel
But I turned her into the devil
With my lies
With my carelessness
With my anger
With my hate
I set fire to a flower
And was shocked
When the flower
Fell in my lap
And set me on fire
All the flower needed
Was attention
And love
And effort
And everything I wasn't ready
To give
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
Could you find your own identity
And stop trying to be me
I am sick and tired of trying to
Swallow back my words
In order to avoid me being a part of
The herds
Others who
Who all look the same.
Could you please find you own identity
I am sick of you trying to be me
Sick of you mimicking me
Sick of you trying to do
All that I do
And passing it off as your own.
Where has uniqueness gone?
And why do you
Regard me with scorn
As if you are the one who
Hadn't succumb to
Stealing another's identity
Oh would you please stop trying to be me?
Be you
Do you
Do not compare yourself to me
Can't you see
That you are beautiful
In your own unique way?
Listen to me
And listen to me well
It would be a cold day in hell
That I would allow anyone
On anything
Take away my own originality
And you as sure as the sun shines
Can never have the talent or personality
That is mine.
You can never be me.
Can't you see that it can never work?
Why don't you put more effort
Into finding yourself
Instead of trying into cash in on
The wealth I have found in myself
Because the same riches lie inside of you
Could you please please please
Stop trying to be me
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
The seven deadly sins of man
have just slaughtered a
mocking bird.
The sound of willow drums
& laughter at 1 a.m.
The Lion's sin of Pride
"Hail the poet within you."
The Dragon's sin of Wrath
"Your words forge death on the page."
The Snake's sin of Envy
"The clock counts more words than time does."
The Fox's sin of Greed
** "Crave the words as if they disgusted God."**
The Grizzly's sin of Sloth
"Immortality flocks to your pen and paper."
The Goat's sin of Lust
"Dress like a daydream or a nightmare to write with blood."
The Boar's sin of Gluttony
**"Don't be afraid to **** to suffice your poems."**
Oh poets,
for those of you who've figured
it's also a sin
to ****
a
mocking bird.
The secret is in the eighth deadly sin of poetry,
**Don't.
Tell.
Poets.
What.
To.**
Do.
.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
I know it's best for me to be alone
But my heart sincerely wants a home.
I don't know where to settle
My mind is whistling like a tea kettle.
Time ticks bye
Time flies
Things are changing.
I know it's best for me to be around
But I don't think I can bear the sound
Of bickering
Or handling the ludicrous singing.
Here I am,
All over again
Hand with pen
Wondering when
My peace will be turned upside down,
Wondering when
The next heartache will come around.
I know it's best for me not to worry
I know it's best not to hurry
Things along
But I can't quite contain
My mind's wondering song.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC