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Rado Ram Feb 2015
What really would be a true test,
A walk through fire our best?
If we are friends forever to be,
Will we bring our ego to it's knees?
We will never know it's true power,
Until we have shared forever.
But oh so wonderful our thoughts,
And just as blessed to be on this pale blue dot.
Lisa Neu Feb 2015
Music
   has the power
to stop my racing thoughts.
   To capture me in
         JOY.
To hold me patiently
   so I can BE
   in the shifting chaos
   around me.
MUSIC
   my solace,
   my peace.
Lisa Neu Feb 2015
Stop taking me from my quiet space
the space I know I am to dwell
Trust the Spirit moving in me
God will not take me from the path

Please give me space
allow me to listen
God speaks --
When the world is too loud
I cannot hear.

Be still --
the peace is a good thing
The peace is God's gift to us
A gift we're meant to share
with those we serve.

Ironic though it may seem,
God is calling us to stillness --
not busyness
calling us to patience
with each other and ourselves.

God wants us from us,
not all the things we do
Let us rest in God's gift.

Amen.
Lisa Neu Feb 2015
When the world around me
feels like a black hole
Energy goes in
But does not come out

What does that mean?
How does God cal me to be
Gentle?
Humble?

I know patience is the key
But how?
Why?
What does this stagnation help?
How long must I wait --
To see gifts used more fully?
To move into the light?

How do I challenge myself,
encourage myself
To keep on,
to stay optimistic
to keep alive the passion?

How do I know
When to sit?
When to act?
How do I remain in patience?

I feel like I'm biding my time
waiting until things
"really happen"
And yet, I know God is working
Now
Forming me and others

How do I let the patience guide me?
Lisa Neu Feb 2015
Jump when I say, “jump.”
No.
Why not?
I’ll jump when I’m ready.
No, jump now. I said, “jump.”
No.
I said, “jump.”
I know you did.
Then do it.
I said I’ll jump when I’m ready.
You’re fired.
I know.
Jump already.
When I’m ready.
The time had come, and she jumped.
You jumped.
I know.
Why?
You asked me to, and I was ready.
I don’t understand.
Oh, well.
Jump.
Mohammad Skati Feb 2015
When touched ,                                                                                                            It means one's emotions and one's feelings                                                                 Have got touched anytime ...                                                                                          There is no way to touch your pretty feelings                                                                Simply because you are very sensitive ...                                                                      If someone is not experienced                                                                                        With others' feelings and emotions,then                                                                        It's better to keep away from                                                                                                Those sensitive people anytime ...                                                                                     One's patience is not infinite and                                                                               Is not endless ...                                                                                                             People have certain patience and tolerance                                                              Towards others' weird acts anytime ...
Tick
Her eyes flash in my mind
Tock
Long hair flows in my memory
Tick
the laughter that lights up the sky echoes
Tock
My heart beats faster
Tick
Will I ever be able to love her?
Tock
Or am I just chasing mist?
Tick
She sings, and I melt
Tock
She speaks and I am weakened
Tick
Perfect lips curled into a playful grin
Tock
Emotion erupts from my soul
Tick
If only I had been faster
Tock
If only I had listened
Tick
If only I had been more decisive
Tock
Now I fear I've lost her
Come, Queen Venus. Long have I watched you, and long have I loved.
Here I am sitting,
When will Love come to knock on my door?

I've been in this room awhile,
my **** is getting sore.

I examine the stone floors and all the cracked paper walls.
It seems Love has forgotten about me here after all.

I've been here awhile,
I know this room front to back.

It's my comfort, my world, my straight driven track.
Even if Love were to knock on a Tuesday afternoon,

I don't know if I could let him into my room.
The floors aren't perfect I haven't shined in weeks,
the walls are made of plaster and the paint job's in streaks.
The molding is crooked and the floor makes some squeaks.
I have a bowl in the corner catching the ceiling leak.

I've been waiting for love for so very long
that when love comes knocking;

I'll want to leave.

And it's hard to believe
because I don't know what lies out of this space,
and his could be one that is not of my taste
what room will we make?

Love knows best..
I watch through windows of stained glass
As Venus dances
In awe at the beauty just beyond the pane
How long will I be able to live behind the pain?
For Venus?
Forever.
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