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Alex Coleman Apr 2010
She loves this life,
she’ll say it with pain
She’ll smile today,
but you can see that truth is all in vain
This lie can’t get past me,
not when I can see,
that heart slowly breaking on her sleeve
I pray for this girl, because God,
this girl is me
This poem is written everyday of my life.
Alex Coleman Apr 2010
I noticed the way you look at her
And the way you hold her,
Even though I try my hardest to impress you
And when I pass you in the hallway
I catch my breath,
Yeah, I noticed
The way you will never notice me
And yeah I know,
that it will never be more than my
hopeless dream,
you and me.
Written sometime in 2008.
Alex Coleman Apr 2010
I got up early one morning,
and rushed into the day.
I had so much to accomplish,
that I didn't have time to pray.
Problems just tumbled about me,
and heavier came each task.
"Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered.
He answered, "You didn't ask."
I wanted to see joy and beauty,
but the day toiled on, gray and bleak.
I wondered why God didn't show me,
He said, "But you didn't seek."
I tried to come into God's presence,
I used all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided,
"My child, you didn't knock."

I woke up early this morning,
and paused before entering the day.
I had so much to accomplish
that I had to take some time to pray.
I didn't write this, and I don't know who did. But I hope it hits your hear somehow, in some way.
I'm not a perfect Christian, nobody is. But this is the Truth, your day is so much different when you take some time to recognize.
Alex Coleman Apr 2010
Because if I were to die on this day,
that might just be okay
Your Love has filled me
and I need nothing but You,
not even this oxygen I breathe
You're the Breath inside me,
only You last for Eternity
it's too late to light me on fire,
I've been lit by Your Passion
it's too late to drown,
I was suffocated by Your Undying Love
I can't fall anymore,
since I've fallen for You
these hands have touched the sky,
and Your hands have touched my heart
I'm stuck in the clouds,
and I'm never coming back down
09/11/09
As I said before... I don't know why I've strayed from His Arms.
All you people who don't believe, please do.
He is all You will ever need, He'll heal your broken heart.
He's not what you've heard of your whole life from corrupt churches and religions. He's not what you've stereotyped.
He is the complete definition and basis of love.
Please, find me. And don't get lost like me
Alex Coleman Apr 2010
Critisize all you want, I won't be perfect
talk all you need, I won't change
laugh at me and I'll laugh back,
there's no shame in being myself
I'll show who I am
and you'll wear all your masks,
your backed into the corner
from all your insecurities
one day you'll fall,
along with all,
your whispers of cruel words
and that's all they are...
whispers; hardly heard.
09/11/09
Alex Coleman Apr 2010
In my drama class we had to right an, "I am/ I come" from poem/story.
We had to write 3 things on each of these categories: places, names, accomplishments, pet peeves, aspirations, fear, colors, foods, and religion. this poem/story is supposed to depict who you are, what your life is about. this is my story.*

I am the ridiculed, I come from eternal happiness.
He is my place, the safe harbor I run to often. That warm, soft place that invites me in, that which lives within myself.
He is my name, when people see me, I want them to see Him. He is the name I call onto when I'm scared or sad or even in my happiest moments.
He is my accomplishment, being loved by Him, and walking with Him is my greatest accomplishment, the only one I hold close to my heart.
He is my aspiration, all I aspire is to be like Him; be with Him.
He is my fear, I fear His mighty right hand and judgement. He is the fear that protects me from all of my other fears.
He is the gentle reminder to be patient with people, and forget my pet peeves.
He is my favorite color; the light to my life. I stand in awe of His brilliant colors.
He is my food, for He fills the emptiness in my soul, makes my heart whole again.
This is not my religion, this is my relationship with Christ. This is my walk of life, and I intend to walk it with pride.


I am the trees, shedding all my leaves. I come from the fall breeze enveloping me, the way His love does.
I am the lost and broken-hearted, my life cold and dark, which He has now lit on fire.

I am the ridiculed, I come from eternal happiness...
I wrote this in 20 minutes in my drama class. My drama teacher put us in a circle of chairs, dimmed the lights, and there was a chandelier right in the middle. He made such an aura in the room, that we couldn't help to be serious about it. I volunteered to go first.
I read this from my heart, and at the end, when I explained what this was about, I choked up.
Sometimes, I still want to choke up when I read this. Because I've fallen out of step in my relationship with Him. I wish people knew how happy He made me, how different my life was with Him. I know all of this, and yet, I still go on with my ignorant ways these days.
What am I doing
Alex Coleman Apr 2010
I check the phone, looks like you never rang
although you claimed to love me,
just the other day
the blush on my cheeks
reminds me of times we had
I'll dream of you and it feels so **** bad
this cold is chilling me, more than you're missing me
and it's a warm summer's night
I'm sitting here, waiting here
as the ache goes on, and I'll go on
but not in happiness without you
because the light can't shine, without the sun
and I might die, without your love
one day I hope you'll find me here,
I waited so long
just for that call, but without a word
you never rang
they check my pulse, yet feel, not a thing
as I lay here, drifting away
I open my mouth to slowly say:
without your love, I'll slip away
12/08/09
I don't think like this anymore.
It's foolish to want to die because of a broken heart.
The pain, it sears so deeply, but your life is so much more important.
And time truly does heal all wounds.
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