Though her feet
May be sore
I love them
All the more

How I do not shrink
At the chance
To clasp them
And rub fast

Remarking to the lord
...All the more
For such a service
To have scored

I don't want to be someone's carnal need
I long to be someone's soul desire
Someone who loves and accepts every bit of me
And sets my soul on fire
Someone who genuinely cares for me
And wants to be with me
Someone who is willing to see things
The way i see
Someone who makes an effort to listen to me and understand me
Someone who makes me forget my troubles
Someone who makes me feel like i matter
Someone who is willing to walk with me till the end of time
And stand by through every thick and thin
I don't know if i ever will find such a person
But i hope to someday

If I were to sing a song, I think it would be sad.
And I think, that you would be surprised.
I think you would expect me to sing something happy.
Or funny.
Because I am the calm one, the one with the optimism, who says,
it's not the end of the world, not yet
not so long as we stand together, united
and i do not let you go, because
i won't let you fall off the edge
But the lullaby I sing is mine, not yours,
And just because you still have your hope,
Courtesy, in part, to me,
Does not mean that I have mine.
And thus, if I were to sing a lullaby, I think it would be sad.

Confession

Shapes melt away when nothing is clear
When words said remind you you're not really here
The only things that stop you is that nothingness out weighs the fear
I see pictures of people fighting for the one thing I don't hold dear
I think you can tell by my demeanour that I am always close to  tears
I just want to see your face and know that the end is near.

i grew up in a house of whispers and maybe that's why i still can't talk.
i grew up in a house of "hands to yourself" and maybe that's why i still don't like to be touched.
i grew up in a house of "daddy will visit again soon" and maybe that's why i still don't trust anyone.
i grew up in 6 different houses and maybe that's why i still have trouble calling this house a home.
they say "don't make a home out of a person" but i've never been able to make a home out of a house and i'm sick of being homeless
I GREW UP WAY TOO FAST AND MAYBE THAT'S WHY IM BROKEN.
i grew up in a house of held breaths and maybe that's why i still can't breathe.
i grew up in a house of "don't tell the kids at school" and maybe that's why my shoulders are still heavy.
i grew up in a house that was always empty and maybe that's why i'm still lonely.
i grew up in a house of "i'll be home later" and maybe that's why i still can't sleep.
i grew up in a house of "take care of your brother" and maybe that's why i still can't take care of myself.
i grew up in a house of lost photo albums and maybe that's why i still don't like having my picture taken.
i grew up in a house without any "i love you"s and maybe that's why i still don't love myself.
now i'm growing up in a house of "keep your head down" and "don't make him mad" and maybe that's why i haven't been able to look at anyone.

old poets
never die
nor do they
fade away
they live
on and on
every time
you turn
the page

As you get older and you realize that you will die
It makes you think ...what have I done with my life
Did u receive Christ when you had the chance
Or do you still reject his calling for you?
Didn't you know that you will suffer in Hell
If your name isn't found in the Book Of Life

I pray you find comfort and peace with the Lord
May the Holy Spirit descend upon you once your done reading this
Go ahead just talk to God he will understand
Because there is more Darkness in your heart
It is poisoning your soul... consuming your life my friend
It is the evil that resides in all of us
Go to God find your salvation don't do it for us do it for you

Do remember your body is a temple
The Lord is the Light
May you defeat your darkness
That hunts you inside...
©Franko the Christian Poet