Why are we so confined
By labels designed
To separate and define:
|This| and |That|?

Have we become so bleak,
We can’t see the unique?
Do some still think
This world’s flat__?

Do we only perceive
The beliefs we received
When we were conceived
Without question  

Do we simply look
At the cover of the book
And know what opinion it took
First impression?

We are not confined
                              To articulately designed
          Words that define
                                             Who we are

We are not a belief
                     Nor a structured motif
           Stuffed delicately into
                                                             A bell jar

In this one-way-or-the-other
World
Somewhere in the black and white
Find the gray mixed in the middle
and one day you just might
tell yourself,

I am a human being
Incomplete but slowly seeing
That I do not have to be
What the world wants to see
Because the truth is this:

I define: |mē|.

Will you ever find a
Man?
An all-too-familiar question.
A man.
As if without one I will surely become an old hag
With cat fur embedded in my furniture
And a deep sadness embedded in my soul
As if finding a man is the very most important part of my existence
As if I can’t do things on my own

As if the meaning of life is placing the
          Letter “r”
Between M and s until death do them part
Sealed with a period at the end
                                                Mrs.

Right now, though, let me be.
I just want to be
Me
Period.
When you spend too much time looking for a man amongst millions of boys you waste the time that could be spent looking for
                                                                                              yourself.
But when you let yourself crawl out of that tiny corner of your heart that no one could reach,
You realize that the most important part of your existence is the discovery that your soul is complete without attaching itself to another one

So stop looking for the soul who will “complete you”
Search for                          your soul

And the rest is simple: The foundation of knowing yourself will last forever, even if bricks crumble and the doors fall off the hinges on someone’s way out.
Fall back on knowing that YOU create your happiness.

Your absence is the silence I hear
following my thoughts
late at night
in a half empty bed
where I lay with just me
and the voice in my head

Where are you now
and when will you be
lying right here
arms encompassing me

It's hard to be happy
when no one is listening
but even harder to hurt
when I don't know who I'm missing

Loneliness is easy
when there is someone
to long for
but what happens when there's no one to miss anymore?

Isn't emptiness the lack of something that once filled up an entire space?

So what happens when nothing was there in the first place?

Dense midnight fog
Embraces the empty
Small town streets
And I can only see a few yards of yellow paint in front of me
The light of the full moon gives the
earth-bound cloud an ominous glow
And I'm in awe at the beauty of it
The yellow lines guide me on a path
So dark I can't see what's coming
But I know the eyes of the moon
can see where I'm headed
And if I keep moving forward, cradled by
The dense midnight fog
I'll make it to where I need to go

A ripple of brake lights
A cacophony of horns
The screech of rubber
A crown of thorns

We're all just trying
To make it somewhere
In this stop and go life
This polluted air

So many different exits
Off an interstate
Bumper to bumper traffic
But we can't be late

We rush so much
That we're at a standstill
We can't get up high enough
To see what's past that hill

We always say it's good
To stop, then keep going
To keep that pace
To keep life flowing

But why don't we ever
Pay attention to yellow?
That in-between place
Where we just. go. slow.

Maybe we don't need to
Stop and smell those flowers
And maybe we don't need to
Count down the hours

Maybe we need to live them
One by one
And let Him worry about
All things under the sun

Because instead of just loving
This life that we're living
We forget to slow down
We ignore mercy given

We run through life
Like criminals at large
We get stuck in the past
Lose sight of who's in charge

So pick up that cross
Instead of driving by it
Our Savior did it first
Maybe we should try it

Follow him wherever you go
Don't let him get away
For the true and mighty Shepherd
Won't lead his sheep astray

In all of this stop and go in life
Where are we really going?
Home, some may say, a kingdom
Though the journey there is long

Sometimes at night
A monster comes
And knocks on my bedroom window
And in spite my fears
I crack it open and let him in
It gets lonely here, anyways

He chains up my wrists
He forces shut my eyes
And he snickers as I silently
Reluctantly
Cry

Remember?
He whispers
Don't you remember?
And I do

The memories flood my mind and
Pour onto my pillow
Where they have stained
The soft fabric
Over the years

What could have been
What will be
Years of endless pieces
Of my heart
Shattered for this monster
To see

Loneliness
Is the monster
That creeps through my window

Sometimes I even let him sleep under my bed
Or curl up on my pillow
And whisper
Thoughts into my head

But it's all my fault isn't it?
This loneliness.
I let him in, anyways.