I try writing your name
I try to write it on paper,
But now that paper is missing.

I was told to never give up
So then I wrote it in the sand,
But not just any sand
It was sand that stood by the waves of my heart
I thought it would stay there forever
Then suddenly it got washed away

I had tried twice and lost both times,
But the third time is a charm
I wrote your name in my heart,
But not by the ocean shore of my heart
I wrote it right in the middle and till this day it stays there with all your love

i look into your chocolate eyes
and hold you close.

hold you close because i am afraid
too afraid to see you go.

because who could love
someone like me?

I sent them an email,
Old fashioned I know.
One week ago.
And they never replied.

I sent a text just this morning
Simple and short
Maybe another tomorrow
And they never replied.

I am not thin air nor thick.
I am a person and even
Common courtesy calls for response
But yet they never reply.

I hope I am not alone in my thoughts.
As the days drift by
And I start to doubt
If they will ever reply.

I'm in a fog and I can't tell
Which way is true north
Not to mention where trees and hills and rocks are
Nor people either.
I'm in a fog and I couldn't tell you
Why there are voices in my head
And where they come from.
I'm in a fog and
I hear thunder and lightning
Edison and Tesla are at war with each other in the sky
And I'm in a fog
Just listening
And groveling like a coward
Hoping not to be hit

I write and write and write
Yet nothing comes to mind
That seems spectacular
Poetic and lovely
We have all been slaves to paper
Ink our words
Bound in printed chains
Of words.
We are captivated by each other.
Held like birds in cages
Like the first time you fell
Head over heels in love
That type of captivated.
Bound in other's chains.
And so captured by everything around us
We cannot escape
Death is a gravitational crime
That no law seems to prohibit
So I write and I write and I write
And I know, things will not be the same
Because I write

I remember when we were first together
And I said I felt so happy I could die.
You said you were the right fit for me
And to you I believed.
But in reality you didn't have what i need
So I left
But you didn't have to cut me off
Act like I was a nothing.
I felt so alone.
I am so alone.
So don't treat me like a stranger.

Homework is unappetizing
My stomach cannot seem to digest it.
The book seems delicious enough
But the aroma of the T.V. Is overpowering
I growl in hunger for something.
So many options
So little energy

As we walk,
The grass bends beneath our feet,
The stars whisper secrets we do not understand,
And the wind beckons us towards something.

What is it? We don't know, but keep walking south.

South toward good days with plenty, in a pursuit of peaceful nights, with good men, and fulfilled dreams.

We walk this desert in hope of escaping this conflict we were born into,
in order to find rebirth through those coming after us and from us.

So we walk.

Walking against the grains of sand, looking for better days, with better way.

Such is the nature of our journey.

We swim in a sea of uncertainty, praying not to drown.

Capturing every moment so that it will not be forgotten, so our story can one day be told.

We appreciate cuts and bruises along our way so that even when we grow old they will tell of our journey.

I turn towards my wife who carries our unborn child, and I tell her, "We will name her 'our hope'."

And she will know how we gave up our discomfort for her sake, how her presence brought us a state of determination and stubbornness.

How she gave us hope.

When she is young she will see our well worn feet disfigured by distance and hellish conditions.

She will ask in astonishment, "What, happened?"

And we will tell her of our journey.

But she will see but not understand that we carry the weight of the past in our feet.

That our walk is still heavy and are days are always long.

Yet eventually she will see Him through our suffering, because even though our trials are not as great, our feet are like his hands and feet, they are an image of sacrifice.