Pressed so tight, in prayer, in thought,
To silence my mind, and to find what has been lost.
I search and search to have that void filled,
Feeling no closer to reaching the still.
Hands are the gateway or so they say.
To truly surrender, one must pray.
So I will keep this conscious contact, never losing hope, in the divine.

Aharris  11/2015

Tired body
Melting dreams
Don't close your eyes
Not what it seems

For when you drift
Into that realm
You are not safe
be overwhelmed

Shadow steals
Creeps up your skin
Don't close your eyes
Where have you been

For when you rest
Naive and safe
Beware, beware
Of your new fate

A fire burns
Beneath your lids
Curse of sleep
The dead forbid

Stand strong, persist to live even if you rather not.
Because as long as you live, you can be the difference.
By Loving others, by Blessing them as well my friend.
For then God can use you to minster and change others.
Change their hearts toward others through your obedience.
For being obedient is more then just reading the bible.
Its more then not sinning or Praising your Great Savior.
Its allowing him to use you to minster to other people.
It's doing what he ask, even when you feel like laying down.

Trying to find a place to cry.
How pathetic is that.

Not my house,
My family will ask.
Not my dorm,
My roommate will wonder.
Can't park in my car,
People will pull over.
(People are so ******* kind in that way).

So I'll drive.
And I'll cry.
Like a child
Who didn't get his way.
Which,
In a way,
Is fairly accurate.

But I need to cry somewhere.
The pressure is building up
In my head
In my heart
In the pit of my stomach.
Waiting there
To make its debut.

So I'll drive.
And I'll cry.
And I'll let it all out.
Because I want you
But he has you
And I didn't get my way.
And on second thought no,
Not like a child.  
A child is much more
Mature.

Because I won't apologize
For throwing a fit.
Because I still want you.
So I'll just drive for awhile.
And let it all out
On the road.
Throwing a fit
In my '91 Chevy.

I may look like a harsh storm, blowing in off the coast,
But the howls of my wind are but only a scare tactic, weeding out the weak of your kind. My clouds may be blackened and screaming with uncertainty,
My rain may frighten you, tempting you into its drowning waters.
But when the eye of my storm finally catches you, you’ll see.
I am not a storm at all,
But simply a calm breeze; a slight mist in the night.
Singing sweet lullabies to sooth your wandering heart

today's my birthday,
but i don't want presents
today's my birthday,
but i don't want wishes
today's my birthday,
but i don't want to be older
today's my birthday,
but i don't want a party
today's my birthday,
but i already have everything i want

they told me that my mom loved birthdays
they told me she'd stay up all night
baking cakes and cookies and pies
they told me she planned parties months in advance
they told me she loved to sing happy birthday
and that she had perfect pitch too

they told me she made me her
famous almond dream cake
for my first birthday
smothered in coconut frosting
with one little palm tree
precariously placed on top

they told me that she
learned to knit
just for me
to make me a soft blanket
adorned with the words,
my little angel, cara

today's my birthday,
but i don't want it to be

today's my birthday,
but i don't want to remember my mother