the glass half empty

welcomes a ghost--

to walk its rim.

round and round

without end.

having stopped

drinking when

half full.

for fear of such

a haunting transparency.

the retaining half allows

for its existence.

rather than the cup quenched

of philosophy.

My good friend thinks well of me.
I like it when she's around.
She has a heart that's caring,
Love in it there does abound.

There is an immense beauty,
That's found in my good friend's heart;
In my heart from that of hers,
Gently love it does impart.

Florists are known for roses,
And forget-me-nots of blue;
But these flowers can't excel,
My friend's heart that's gold and true.

I must be thought highly of,
My heart is touched by her love.

with Jesus,

i will
finally be
whom,
i struggle
here on
this earth
to be.

here,
i am
broken promises
i am a
broken spirit
with an
unmendable
broken heart.

most days
i just go
through the
motions,
just enough
to get through
that day and
get away
from the world
and the pain
that the world
causes me.

i am a
homebody
because
i don't trust
most humans
outside of
my home.
i go to
work because
i must, not
because i
want to.

i can't wait
to one day
make a home
with Jesus.

i can't wait
for the day
for this anxiety
and pain
to end.

to finally
live with
Jesus.

A single crab escapes the ***
Where several would be doomed;
The fate of one becomes the lot -
Boiled and consumed.
They tug and tear each other down
Dividing limb from limb
As each attempt to scramble out
Will pull another in.
But humans are a clever lot
(Though some, we may have doubts)
For when we fall into the ***
We help each other out.

Spineless as a decapod;
The ones who got ahead,
When scrambling up the ladder, trod
Upon another’s head.