The echoes in your eyes chase around me,
the stationary winds of time,
whistling around warily.
Your expression says more than we care to say.
It's an expression of none,
of media res; drifting with a melancholy melody.
I'll never understand my resentment for you
that melts into infatuation whenever I look into your eyes.

"Mama I've got a chameleon soul."
She rolled her eyes said, "like I didn't know."

A diamond kite riding on the breeze,
Weathered by wind,
Catching on the trees.

Stained and worn,
But working fine.
Vibrant prisms running down my spine.

My compass broken,
Pointing north or south.
Can't calm my mind,
Can't shut my mouth.

From past mistakes I've realized,
When two lives are not meant to be intertwined.

You'll forget the color of their eyes,
Irises from whom you unknowingly hide.

Flinch, not melt, under their touch,
Even if you though you loved them that much.

Tell yourself "you don't have time,"
You're avoiding them, it's just a lie.

She shot for the stars
With her safety on.
Pulled strings of his heart,
Didn't mean no harm.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then tribulation is the door.
The world will test you- mame you, and it is not the situations that you're put in that make you who you are,
it is your resilience.

Sitting on hallowed pews,
Fighting the insuperable desire
To let my leaden head
Fall into the wake of sleep,
Bobbing in and out of consciousness.

My faith is not something strengthened
By these monotones, memorized traditions.
Wasn't it He who asked us to set ourselves apart,
To not just go through the motions.

Floating in serene waters,
Expression soft,
Mind at peace and exulted up in prayer,
This rememberance of Your omnipotent love.
This feeling of awe and wonder.
This is faith for me.