He sits at his desk
anxiously tapping his foot.
Unable to concentrate,
and how long time took.

He had a date that night
and that's all he thought about.
He had some exciting thoughts,
but some left in doubt.

He was nervous of what to do
or how to act.
He wanted to be flirty,
but also show tact.

Work was finally over
as the clock hands fell.
He rushed out of the office
hoping his date would go well.

Soaked in
clemency and grace,
into this place
I search for Your face.

Blood stained
on your nailed wrists,
into this place
showers endless bliss.

Darkened nights
grow colder and colder,
but into this place
I lay warm on Your shoulder.

Serene security
resides deep inside us,
and into this place
we are right beside Jesus.

I feel full
but yet empty.
Intensely sharp,
but yet dull.

I'm stable
yet unbalanced.
I feel willing
yet not able.

I feel in the dark
but yet a blink of light.
Cocooned,
but ready to take flight.

E v e r y d r o p
o f r a I n
matches along
with m y p a I n.

F l o o d I n g p u d d l e s
overflows the g r o u n d.
E v e r y t e a r I m a k e
into the puddle I d r o w n.

M u d p I l e s
overcome my l a s h e s.
E v e r y drop
I feel soon s u r p a s s e s.

Petals unfold from
the sunshine you bring
into my life.
Joy and comfort open
wide as you sing
sweet songs.
My heart rises
when I hear your
uplifting voice.
I feel my wings
want to soar
as you encourage me.

Broken
like shattered glass.
Damaged,
lost in the past.

If you hold on
to this debris.
You'll stay broken
and never be free.

Let go of shards
from the hurt you had.
If you let go,
you will be glad.

Letting go is never easy to do,
but sometimes your broken heart
needs to be mended through.

This will take a bit of time,
but you will be all right
Everything will eventually be fine.

I know you are hurting right now,
but you will find answers
and you will figure out how.

So look up, you did what was right.
You will see the sun one morning
instead of a moonless night.

Her long brunette hair
soaked up the tears from her eyes.
She sits on a porch alone
as time flies.

Her heart is broken
like the wilted petals of a flower.
Every time she thinks,
her spirit decreases every hour.

Spring may be here
and the glistening sun is bright,
but her mind is dark
like the cold winter's night.

She lives just day by day
waiting for something.
Wondering what that
sun might bring.

in the darkness

she hears the silence echo

like the air has a voice

and it follows where the winds go...



she listens for bats

to shriek through their wings

after fleeing from the light

her flashlight brings.



she stumbles on each crack

and shivers from the thought of breaking,

the light flickering on the path

from her frightened hands shaking.



soon her fear subsides

when a light appears at the end.

a great relief to her eyes

only the sun could send.

Trees of many colors
from burnt orange to gold.
So many words to be written,
so many stories to be told.

She drove past all these,
mind already writing poems.
Gazing at the hues
with the winds just a blowing.

She lives in a world of words
rather than in reality.
The world may be a bad place,
but she sees the beauty.

Shattered pieces fall from the mirror.
Is this my reflection?
Why am I here?

Is there more to me?
Is there more than my body and my brain?
Do I have destiny?

When I look in the mirror
I see broken, an unfinished project.
Is there something bigger?

Embrace the broken in the mirror.
Let your brokenness shine.
Let your brokenness shimmer.

You are more than your fractured pieces.
You are a king or a queen.
Your beauty, your heart, never ceases.

Deep ocean currents
channeling under water.
A glorious night appears
as the waves grow stronger.

Swim up to the moon
as it glares across the waves
searching for light
for the moonlight it craves.

Soar for the sky
as light ceases on the blue
Don't stop sailing
until you reach on through.

I'm a broken radio.
No static, no noise
can be found.

No station can be reached
No melodies, no buzzing,
no sound.

Empty echo waves
cannot connect
to any towers.

I'm left in silence
trying to connect
for hours...

Time passes
left channeling
for a connection.

I'm a broken radio
who can't even find
their own station...

A secret place
but only to you.
Such peace
will break through.
A giant mass
full of the skies' tears.
Waves and ripples
echo in your ears.
Breathe the lake's aroma
and taste the salt.
Enjoy God's creation
from Heaven's water vault.
Peace surrounds
every rock, every view
around the land
and around you.

she grabbed a soft stone

and eyed  the skipping it does.

she inhaled the misty, fall air

and twirled her auburn hair.



she glared up to the canary leaves

dangling thinly on their limbs.

her flats tapping to the music making

of the trees strumming and shaking.



she beckons down

at the candy corn fronds

wading in the morning stream

like an autumn's dream.

If you were never born,
there would be no tomorrow.
So you think that's great.
No more sorrow,
but you would never see the sun
or live to be happy.
Never embrace life to the fullest.
Nothing to wonder, nothing to be.
You were given a life for a reason.
Live it, don't live in the past.
All will be gone in a sweep.
Life goes by too fast.

She laid in her bed
with a pad and a pen.
Too many thoughts in her head
rotating over and over again.

Her eyes brewed with tears
dripping down to her notebook.
Thinking about all the years
so she wrote as her hands shook.

She gaze in the window
as her heart sank down.
She wondered when did time go
and why her heart was to the ground.

She thought there must be more to life
than this pain she had been enduring..
Take away all this strife,
and have a life worth exploring.

The rose gold strands of her hair
diverted with the tide of the wind.
The leaves from the cedar trees
brushed leaves growing old and thin.

She gazed up at the overcast sky
full of hanging, dark green limbs.
She liked the sounds of the crackling
like it was singing sweet nature hymns.

She touched the rough bark
of the dark, musky wood.
She inhaled the aromatic smells
which smelled quite good.

She finished her walk in the woods
with a sense of pleasure and glee.
Every smell, sight, and feeling
was ever so lovely.

When I wake up in the morning
I remember you are gone.
I keep regretting what I did.
I did too many things wrong.

Every night I lay in bed
thinking about you for too long.
Again regretting what I did
and what I did wrong.

During the day I try not to remember,
but the process goes on and on.
How I regret what I did
yet again what I did wrong.

Behind the walls and cement is me.
I keep myself hidden behind this wall.
The wall is built quietly.
After all these years, it has grown so tall.

This wall is built by hurt of others.
The pain wrestles with broken hearts, broken promises, and being back-stabbed.
It's hard to trust these acts of followers.
I deal with these feelings of feeling robbed.


God, help us, from this spirit of brokenness.
We have searched far and wide for an answer.
God is the only one who can help us.
It spreads like cancer.

This hurt aches in our hearts.
It stabs in our backs.
It breaks our bones.
It also confuses our minds.

Our Father will heal.
Then we will find what is real.
The people we need. The words they say.
Let our eyes see what is in our way

Poetry, the words of life.
That are told to shine a light.
That show our emotions and fears.
That make us fall in tears.


Poetry, a love of words.
A love that never disturbs.
A love found in a book.
A love that makes you look.
For things deeper inside.
Words that will make you cry.

Poetry, a world of wonders.
In words that make you ponder.
In a place you would never go.
But in a book, you are known.
In poetry, you want to try.
And in those words, you want to fly

Her bare feet beneath her...
Walking slowly through darkness.
Her heart is black from pain.
There is no happiness.

She is lost.
She is going through grief.
A pain that is slow and painful.
Dark clouds surround her beneath.

She hopes the sun will shine soon...
Adding color once again to her life.
Grief is never easy...
But the sun will come bright.

her vanilla dress
lay against the grains
of the tannish sand.

her eyes match the sea,
the whites of her eyes
watch the pebbles in her hand.

the waves brush against her feet
as she runs away laughing
her smile shines so bright.

not a gray cloud in the sky
on this lovely sunny day
where the clouds are pearly white.

look to greater things.
let up your head
to see what it brings.
look up to the sky.
lift up your arms,
and let go and fly.

If...
If it ever happens.
Feeling like it never will.
If...
If this can help fill...
a gap deep down.
If...
If I can stop feeling bound.
If...
Will become a when.
When...
When it does
you will be free
When...
When makes an if
a possibility.

I can't sleep



  most nights.



Restless,



   rigid,



   breathless fights





Laying in an



  anxious cocoon.



Overriding,



  callous,



    darkening moon.



droopiness,



  my eyes beg.



staggering,



  struggling,



    longing legs.





​​​​​​Missing the

warm

  bedtime

         nights.



endless,

  

  harrowing,



      sleepless fights.

What a sweet kitty.
So cute and so pretty
laying in the sun
rolling around for fun.

Her belly covered in fur
So soft when you pet her.
She blinks showing love
while the sun shines above.

Looking like she's getting a tan.
Stretching as much as she can.
So cute, it makes you smile.
Watching this kitty for a while.

scarred
abandoned
and lost.
she tried so hard.

her heart
bleed,
reached,
scavenged for more.

alone
she played,
cavorted,
along with the keys



euphony was her
escape,
get away,
retreat from it all

Every day I always
pray for more.
I ask myself
what I am getting up for?

Every day it's the same,
no excitement, no fun.
Most days are cloudy.
Just wish something could be done.

I do have hope for the future,
but it never seems to come.
Every day makes me feel
so idiotic and so dumb.

Wishing is my only chance
for this to not be this way.
Although this is my current life
every single day...

It's time to grow.
Grow together.
Goodness will flow.
Flow righteously.

It's time to let go.
Let go of fear.
Falling like snow.
Snow turned to a warm heart.

It's time to sow.
Sow in someone's soul.
Love will show
when you change.

Her pen strayed on the paper.
Not a word to be penned
Her thoughts were blank
as with the paper would blend.

She sat and sat.
She wondered and wondered.
Her heart was trying
but her mind was plundered.

She would attempt for hours
but nothing would come.
Not even a slice,
not even a crumb.

She would eat, think,
and stressfully walk.
She couldn't find a cure
for her writer's block.

She walks in the streets
with her heart bruised and broken.
Her heart is bound with repulsive beats
and no words from her mouth can be spoken.

Her life is an utter mess
of repetitive problems she can't fix.
Too much heartache and bounding stress
overlaps on her body as the clock ticks.

No tears can come in her eyes
for she feels she can't be weak
but at the altar those tears come to a great size
and through those tears God hears her speak.

After that long cry,
her heart feels energized and relieved.
She gazes to God up high
and soon she knew and believed.

What a wonderful world
we all get to see.
Traveling and living
all so free.

Breathing fresh air
and the sun shining down.
Pearly white clouds in the sky
and bright green grass on the ground.

Experiencing life, love, laughter,
and all of this gift has to give.
We should all be grateful
we have had a chance to live.

If only
she didn't let him go.
If only,
if only she had known.

If only
this hurt doesn't last long.
If only
she could be strong.

If only
she could tell him.
If only
the light wasn't dim.

If only
she didn't wait.
If only,
but now it's too late.

through the strings
up to her ears,
the sweet sound of music
is all that she hears.

she reminds me of me,
I enjoy the sweet melodies,
how they bring such emotion,
they put you at ease.


she is art in me
with her headphones.
writing poetry
feels like home.

Everyday may seem
like a mess,
but just remember
you are blessed.
You are living
breathing in your lungs.
You are dancing
to songs needing to be sung.
You are alive
that is most important.
You have destiny,
a birth meant to be.

I life my hands
and give you You praise.
I raise my voice
and sing Your name.

You are everything to me
and I'm everything to you.
You are everything I need.
I just want to worship You.

I lay myself
at your feet.
I cry my eyes,
you are all I need.

I hear Your voice
and I am brand new,
and even still
I just want to worship You.

I will always walk a mile
just to see you smile.
I will always enjoy your embrace
no matter the place.
No matter if the sky is gray or blue
just as long as it is with you.
You will always be my handsome man.
I will always remind you how you are grand.
I appreciate you every day
in every amazing and incredible way.

A prayer is not a checklist
of things that need to be prayed for.
It's a love, a real connection
from your heart, mind, and much more.

A prayer isn't bowing on your knees
or having to close your eyes.
It's a faith, it's a hope,
and a love that never dies.

A prayer is what you make it
coming from your heart.
Just call on His name,
that is all you have to do to start.