I pray that today shall be your very best day of all.
That you shall see the little things for what they are.
The things that reveal Christ to each of us daily here.
For to be Loved, by those that you hold so precious to you.
To have an warm breeze come up from behind you.
To have someone buy you coffee or something else.
For to finally be shown the biggest blessing of all here.
To be use to draw others to our Living Savior and God.
For we were put on this earth to bless others not ourselves.

A person who is constantly trying to change you
Constantly finds faults in you
Constantly criticizes you
Constantly demotivates you
And on top of that claims to be your friend,well-wisher or lover...
...is obviously bullshitting you
Delete this person from your life as soon as possible

Life,
The simple truth.
Drowned out by the complexities of getting older,
As I see with tired eyes.
This world, though wondrous, gets colder,
Breaking from which drags my feet back to the ground.
I see the bells yet they make no sound,
What remains of this big complex life?
When all that remains is but silence in the night.

[A prose poem]

I see a palm reaching out for me, from the pitch black.
     I try to sleep and close my eyes, but I still see this palm, trying to cover my face or scratch the skin it hates– I close my eyes and I still see it.
I know where this palm came from.
     I know it from the time the backdrop was not dark, but a horrid party at a lonesome house where I had too many shots. I know this palm will try to take whatever it wants, and it’ll crook its fingers and slide wherever it pleases, without caring to come back to my face when the tears roll down; it does not care to treat them, it does not care to wipe them. It does not care.
     Its been more than a year now, and still I go to sleep and think of hands. Of the word “no”, and how useless it is, just like trying to get some good sleep now. I close my eyes and try to forgive every one of those fingers.