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Jul 2014 Analise Quinn

Alive

Jul 2014 Analise Quinn

Daniel Samuelson

Alive

“For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face.”

All is perception
through eyes of flesh.

What is known?
Outside of picture frames
My visage is a mystery.

In a ***** mirror
Dark room
Dimly,
I see myself.

Someday, we will see this
Earth from above
Through the eyes of God.

Face to face with eternity,
We will know.

Face to face with creation,
We will see.

In the presence of the Architect,
We will understand.

Outside of time and space,
We will truly be

alive.

1 Corinthians 13:12
"For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known."

This poem commemorates one year of Hello Poetry membership for me (tomorrow).

This poem is dedicated to an awesome dude named Daniel Lockerbie (http://hellopoetry.com/daniel-lockerbie/).
For once, I looked in a mirror to find myself
And my name was Daniel.
My friend, I hope we meet face to face in real life someday.

Side note, for the few of you that've followed me (and my hopeless romantic struggles) for a while... I'VE BEEN SUCCESSFUL IN FINDING A LADYFRIEND. Just be happy with me. ;)

That's all! Have an awesome day/night/whatever.

Jul 2014 Analise Quinn

far.

Jul 2014 Analise Quinn

Chris

far.

I fell out of love with the bottom half of the sky today.
It reminded me of home.
I've grown weak carrying a half splintered heart.
It only floats on the third Wednesday of the month
and holidays that start with "yesterday."
It's all the same.
I'd rather drown.
I think home is where you don't feel so alone.
I've tried, you know.
It's all the same.
I've left two voicemails for whoever lives here now.
I think they're sorry they're so empty.
It's just been so quiet lately.
I am tired,
and so very far from home.

May 2014 Analise Quinn

It's quiet, and I'm here.

May 2014 Analise Quinn

Chris

It's quiet, and I'm here.

It's been raining a lot lately.
I still think about you
more than I probably should.

I guess some things don't change.
I guess some things do.

Apr 2014 Analise Quinn

Mansion Made of Straw

Apr 2014 Analise Quinn

Daniel Samuelson

Mansion Made of Straw

My heart,
a mansion made of straw:
Complex and
beautiful
but lit ablaze
by a single spark.
Intricate and
intimate
but bound to
collapse.
Spacious and
accommodating
but thin-walled,
colder in the nights.
Furnished and
ready for use
but over-staged,
exaggerated potential.

Do me a favor:
tear down the walls
burn it all, scatter ashes
that I may be an empty lot
to be renovated by an Architect.

I feel I fall in love too easily. Mind you, I'm picky beyond belief, but I think I'm just a hopeless romantic.

#love #heart #hope

Apr 2014 Analise Quinn

poet in love (10w)

Apr 2014 Analise Quinn

reflectionzero

poet in love (10w)

A poet in love
Is a match soaked
In gasoline.

-r0

follow my writing!

it will kick you in the diaphragm.