#seeing
Some people stare,
Others might glare.
Animosity or pity,
I don't want to get into the nitty gritty.
Take shots in the dark,
Guess how I got these marks
They stripe my arms and calves,
I'd rather cut my heart in halves.
The cat got you good,
I suppose. Maybe I should...
I say I'm clean, and that's a lie,
But would you rather see me die?
Unhealthy coping skills are my first resort,
I know you saw, please don't report.
You tell my teacher,
Who tells my mom, who tells the preacher,
Can you pray the urges away,
You know I can't stay.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 3:02 AM UTC
I see you there,
Standing nervously.
I see your hair blowing in the wind,
The smile on your face.
I see you playing with your hands,
The softness of your skin.
I see your beautiful chocolate eyes,
Looking all around.
I see you reach for my hand,
we're both so cold.
I see your scars,
I have them too.
I see all of you.
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 5:23 PM UTC
grazing on the edges of forever
-chewing on minds eye
seeing nothing but today
-a moment to savour
-the ordinariness of awesome
when forever comes into view.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 9:20 AM UTC
crinkled skin
smooth lips
clothed modesty
a hallowed temple
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 4:34 AM UTC
"There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is.
It is the sadness of understanding that life
is not a grand adventure,
but a series of small, insignificant moments,
that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself."
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add not a word, “nor sound or syllable,” in silence
read repeatedly
in profound loneliness
covered
and
uncovered
and soon
recovered.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 4:38 PM UTC
strange that you are loved unconditionally
but you find that hard to believe
not so strange when you get to know
Jesus died and rose again
for folk just like you
and me.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 4:34 AM UTC
when light first hit our eyes
it must have been blinding
and we must have very slowly
accepted our new existence.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 12:16 PM UTC
Given the greenlight, to study of your word
Yet I avoid it vehemently, pretend it didn't occur
I fear who I'd become, when I learnt the full context
And that I'd have to change for the better, sin to have no concept
It was comfortable blaming circumstance, for rotting away
But I knew you would find me eventually one day
Sin is fun surely, but grace is the greatest judgment
An unfair love that cares and needs no substance
The father only elects those he sees light in
And hide it all we want, eventually he has to come in
He never forces the door open, nor does he call our name
He watches and loves us still, even when we bring him to shame
How selfish I am, to ignore the homeless and save money for snacks
How foolish am I to waste away when many lack your words effect
How desperate i am, to spend late nights avoiding your calling
How ironic it must be, that you waited, even while I was stalling
Ever the presence you never let up hope
When I forgot how to climb you gave me the rope
Your sheep are starving, they yearn for your word
The very same I fasted off, when I ran away from the herd
Forgive me for my ignorance, may I glorify you with all my might
For all the times of half hearted repentance, when you saw my tears at night
May the lessons instilled in me, be spread like seeds in a field
And may I live to see the fruit of my labour, and my children come to yield
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 3:55 PM UTC
Death didn't let me know I was dead.
I had to ask around instead.
My head hurts more than my stomach. Neither had been fed.
I suffered, I suffered, I suffered.
I bled.
The blood didn't know it was red.
The pain came through like waves of sunlight.
Blinded us, reminded us.
There was nothing for us in the night.
When hell finally came, it was a joke.
We'd send worse in tequila shots and smoke.
And we realized there was no one who had told us the truth.
No one had ever known what was true.
There was no truth in beauty, just me and you.
no one to tell us what to do.
We only had what we had and knew what we knew.
The equations didn't match, the numbers didn't line up.
The line in the sand wasn't what we thought it was.
The older we got, the less it all made sense.
There wasn't time for throwing everything over the fence.
We covered up the barbed wire the best we could.
We didn't do anything they thought we would.
We kept telling ourselves it would be OK.
Someday, someday, someday.
When the elephant in the room was bigger than anyone ever thought.
Some of them ran,
some got caught.
Some did time. Others split and never came back.
Some are out there, lost in the cracks
but they're getting harder and harder to track.
Everyone loves their mother,
especially when they're lying there bleeding.
We need what we need,
but it doesn't stop
the needing.
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 9:22 PM UTC
breathe deep
calm and centered
place a gentle gaze
atop the shapes and colors
notice, take it in
look past the picture
see the connections
deeper than what you think
memories? ideas?
is He there?
does He even exist?
breathe
calm, centered
see
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 2:12 PM UTC
I do not want this seeing
that only drinks reflections.
I do not want this sight
that drowns me in images
while Your Face remains
forever just beyond
the final veil.
So I close my eyes.
Not out of blindness,
but hope—
that in the dark,
You may burn through.
And what a fire You are—
that the soul, not the eye,
must carry the light
to truly see You.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 4:04 AM UTC
I do not know why you do this to me
It's clear I'm not a priority
My eyes open
You prefer them closed
Too late to cover betrayal exposed
To me it's obvious as it can get
Stalling makes me more upset
Either way going to find out
You'll have to confront my pout
The death of consideration at our door
Birthing doubt that loudly roars
Staring at undeniable truth
Witnessing what's in front of me doesn't take a sleuth
My desires to back-burner are pushed aside
Then have the nerve to claim you "tried"
When faced with actions you turn tables
Insisting it's my mindset that is unstable
I've went through cycle over and over hoping it will end
Telling myself to not get angry because it's YOUR money to spend
Even though it's true can't help but feel hurt within
Never learned how to be confident in your ability to win
It must be a lifetime of letdowns and loss
Foolish failures have filled my flesh with frost
Seeming obligated to protect you from your habit
Of course you persist on chasing that white rabbit
As merely mortal you are not to blame
Pull is too severe calling out your name
In your optics a wild glimmer awakens
Want to tame it before your morality is taken
The dawn bridges bad past to promising present's fresh start
Gentle wind whispers words to calm currents crashing in my heart
I follow instincts and they lead to the front door
We would walk together but you don't mirror my strides anymore
And time trickles slower just for having bodies near
I'd live over your shoulder advising choices in your ear
Without fear of flailing or getting lost or stuck
Wandering paths anywhere without giving one ****
I would not hold against you the mistakes recklessly made
Wouldn't be so quick to throw your direction shade
I am a little hasty with my poor attitude
Afraid to fly your leaps of faith I automatically exclude
Rooted in wildflowers intentions sway easily with the breeze
Paint feathers black and white to match piano keys
Borrowed from sunsets is glow warming my ice
Sky calls out a sole last roll of the dice
But the ground quakes beneath our feet
In too much debt to surrender and retreat
A compulsion from a screen formed and it appears it's here to stay
Daring you to raise your bet until there's zero pennies left to play
I carry stress for both our hands
Aching brain responds to negativity's demands
Right this second selfishness has me seeing red
Soon as you mumble "sorry" I'll be holding you in my arms instead
Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 4:54 AM UTC
Lord, I don't know where to begin. Life has thrown me a crazy curveball right now and I'm feeling a little anxious about it. I know that this is supposed to be a time of joy, celebration and thanksgiving, but I haven't been feeling it quite so much. I know there are lots of things to be joyful and thankful for: friends, family, my faith, food, water, clothing, shelter, a good job, being alive, being able to see a sunrise or sunset and the list goes on. Thank you for these Lord, and please help me always be mindful of the many blessings you have given me in my life!
Lord, you are the Prince of Peace. Right now, I could use some peace of mind, body and spirit in this crazy world.
You are the King of the Universe and all creation; help me rest in the knowledge that everything is under your command. You are in control.
You are the Divine Physician, healer of body and mind. Please Lord, heal what ails me physically and cast out any fear or doubt with your perfect love.
In the meantime, help me find my strength and comfort in You. Help me carry this cross of mine and, by it, help me to become more holy, more empathetic to those who are also in need of Your Comfort. Walk with me Lord on this road I am on and, if necessary, carry me.
Sometimes it's hard to see you, and sometimes it seems you are far away. Give me the grace to see with eyes of faith and seek you and find you all around me in big and small ways. But you say: "I know the plans I have for you. Plans to prosper you and not harm you. Plans to give you a hope and a future. You will call on me and pray to me and I will listen to you. You will seek me, and you will find me when you seek me with all your heart". (Jeremiah 29: 11-13)
Help me see you in someone who smiles at me as they pass by, the joy that comes in a walk outside on a nice fall day, the incredible beauty of a sunrise or sunset, on a good day with little pain, or having the strength and endurance for a long day and still feeling good afterwards.
Lord, I trust you. Help me trust you in this too and lean on the support and encouragement of my friends, family, spouse, church, and most importantly, You my Lord God. Please help me make a speedy and full recovery, so I can get back to the great work that you have so blessed and gifted me to be able to do. Help me continue to find joy in the job and strength for the journey. Bless my work Lord, that it may be a blessing for others and a blessing for you that others might change lives and hearts for the better and bring people closer to you!
AMEN
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 9:43 PM UTC
The rolling ocean of time appears so vast
that who knows how far back into the past
it extends and of our present moment only being
just a slight impression on its shores we’re seeing
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Jun 28, 2024
Jun 28, 2024 at 9:51 AM UTC
Seeing you and her together would certainly scathe a lot
It is seeing the epitome of everything we're not
But may be better than not seeing you at all
Except in the photographs hanging on my wall
You sent a message (I haven't bothered to read)
The first three words;
"Amanda I need"
No apology for torturing me bad
That made me pretty mad
I've liked always talking to you
Was on a ledge with a helluva view
But I am determined never to jump
I'm not going to hit the ground with a thump
I will not let you control me anymore
Best way to do that is to ignore
I hate the way I am under your magic spell
There's nothing that can save me from this hell
Feb 2, 2024
Feb 2, 2024 at 11:45 AM UTC
Where small minds gather there is bound to be
trouble brewing and people who don't see.
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Nov 25, 2023
Nov 25, 2023 at 9:58 AM UTC
Looking back at what's happened is hindsight
looking into the present moment is insight
looking ahead into the future is foresight
but looking in all three ways at once
is all-seeing; OMNISCIENT and
the way that God would see.
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Glory and praise to You
Oh Lord. Please bless,
guide and protect
us all now and
forever more
Amen.
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Oct 31, 2023
Oct 31, 2023 at 9:42 AM UTC
i see bags of stones tied around my ankles
ropes around my neck
penny’s resting firmly in my belly
i see flames that i swallowed
chains around my kneecaps
tossed into the raging sea
but most importantly i see you in my arms on a rouge sofa by the fireplace in my new york city apartment on a dark and stormy night
Aug 12, 2022
Aug 12, 2022 at 7:04 PM UTC
She had seen him a million times in her life. He was at her wedding as she married a different man. He stood at the altar and supported her as he always did.
So why was this time different? They spoke to each other in a way they hadn’t in a long time. She laughed in a different way, as she knew she would always be in love with this man.
So when he said “I wanted to kiss you” it made sense why her mind spiraled out of control. She, a married woman, loved this man, but he was taken by another woman.
Aug 8, 2022
Aug 8, 2022 at 11:49 AM UTC
internal seeing
is formed by external things
look around close now
Dec 13, 2021
Dec 13, 2021 at 5:21 PM UTC
Born to the veil
peeled out like a peach with the old iron knife
rose quartz, slow flesh, thin newness in January air.
His grandmother kept the caul for luck
pressed between the pages of her bible
and the old ways.
His silvern eyes mirrored the tarnished coin his mother slipped in to his fist
at christening.
Droplets of hope, heavy on small lids
and when he lifted them
he saw his first ghost
over the priest’s shoulder,
her gauzy lips grazing his cheek.
His luck was the vaporous three-legged dog that followed him everywhere.
Its dusky warmth on his feet,
the comfort he could not sleep without
for there were too many nights
his dreams had the flavor of ash and mire
and he would wake, panting,
the heat of his fear snatched by the cold nights.
In the village
the girls asked him who they would marry
until he told the raven-haired her sailor floated somewhere in the Atlantic,
the ring he bought her in Portugal
resting on a finger of coral.
The white heather his mother tucked in to his cap
stayed green, even past the dream of her prostrate in the market square—
He warned her against buying apples In autumn,
but in September, he felt the tell-tale jolt of loss,
keen as raven’s wing through cloud
dropped the plough, sprinting through the fields of winter wheat.
His gasps matching hers
the viscous pump of blood through ventricles
one stream running dry.
At the apple stall
the copper eyes of the butcher’s wife
burned holes in his heart
as he watched his mother’s soul
drift from her breast into the ether.
It slipped by his hands, goose down through fingers,
formless, aimless love that would spin itself into grief
the cloak woven from its threads
one he would wear
for the rest of his days.
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 10:06 AM UTC
Eyes can be deceiving
In recieving that which we do not wish to see. Optical illusion creates a delusion of something more pleasing. Blinded to pain and misery. Its calculated in the sensory. Knowing this vision isnt seen through rose colored glasses we make believe. Looking only at the beauty past the ugly. We camouflage the eyesores. Blinking just once to change the perspective of all things in sight. We hide behind closed eyes to avoid the view of the world as it is. We overlook just so we dont have to see. Its only when we realy look do we find the truth hidden behind blue eyes.
Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 2:08 AM UTC
We may see a love like this
When I see your smile through my eyes
But you see me cry from other ways
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 2:32 AM UTC