Life February, 2004
Life might be a roller coaster,
twisting you up and down,
or it could be a circus;
with a few freaks, and a couple clowns
You could say Life is a symphony
that you write as you go along;
some parts will sound beautiful,
some dissonant, and wrong
Life could be a party;
where everything's for fun,
Life could be a marathon;
that everyone's required to run
Pessimists say that Life is a minefield;
so be careful; let no one else lead,
Some people call Life a race;
and say all that matters is speed
Some say Life is a game for playing,
some say it is just a test,
Some say's lifes a single thing;
and forget about the rest
But nothing can describe Life;
it's something all it's own
It has a special quality;
it has a special tone
So, instead of analyzing;
let's thank God for this wonderous gift
To oh Lord, for this gift of Life,
eternal praises we shall lift
The Dance April 8, 2004
I walk onstage
to stand in the spotlight.
Excitement pulses through me,
sending shivers down my spine.
As eyes turn toward me
my heart beats faster.
I am ready to begin;
I am ready to perform.
Two notes, an introduction play;
soft and clear.
I rise up, prepared,
then start to dance.
My steps are light and delicate,
my jumps quiet, yet firm.
I turn quickly, softly;
and applause rings out.
But then, as I start the second movement,
everything goes wrong;
my feet hit the floor hard,
my body twists.
As I go into the final turn,
off center, I fall
down, down, to nowhere
Almost April 8, 2004
Almost gives you nothing,
nothing but regret
almost is something you dearly love;
something you can't forget
Almost takes you nowhere,
nowhere but heart-wrenching pain
we should flee from almost;
make all the way our aim
Almost pulls us backward,
I know it in my head
yet the dreams we hold the closest
are the almost ones, left unsaid
Almost is a diamond without sparkle,
a person with no name
it's almost there, almost complete;
but never quite the same
I could and I could almost are so different,
and it's more painful than it might seem
what's worst is I could almost have that future;
I could almost live my dream
A wish January 20, 2004
Nights are filled with worry;
days filled with regret
right and wrong seem blurry,
and I long to just forget
To forget responsibility,
forget unending pain
to have precious tranquility,
and be free of the strain
The strain to be so perfect;
it pulls us all downhill
doing everything that they expect
It's ourselves that we all kill
Wasteland December, 2003
Practicality screams at me,
"give up your dreams,
for they will never be reality"
The world runs at me,
reaching with grasping hands,
trying to steal away my peace
Whispers sneak into my ears;
smiling slyly and saying,
"there has never been hope"
I run blindly and fall to the ground
I awake in a world barren
of peace, hope, and dreams
Studies in Nature fifth grade?
Mountain
It has trees;
straight trees, green trees
It has dirt;
brown dirt, velvet dirt
It has snow;
soft snow, thick snow
It has rocks;
round rocks, heavy rocks
It has a peak;
tall peak, pointed peak
It is a mountain;
tall mountain, majestic mountain
Flower
It has pink
Bright pink, hot pink.
It has stars,
Tiny stars, soft stars.
It has green,
Dark green, rich green.
It has spades,
Pointy spades, smooth spades.
It has a long stem,
Skinny stem, straight stem.
Its a flower,
Little flower, pretty flower.
Roses fourth
grade?
There are many kinds of flowers,
But I like roses the best
Other flowers are nice,
But roses seem superior to the rest
Roses come in many colors,
Red, pink, and yellow
Some colors are bright and bold,
Some are soft and mellow
Roses have perfume,
Delicate and sweet
Every time I smell them,
I count it as a treat
All flowers are beautiful,
A delight to eyes and nose
Every one is different,
But my favorite is a rose
Imprisoned May 15, 2004
I am encased in a shell
imprisoned in a cell of my own making
a prisoner in the gaol of my thoughts
I cannnot leave, for outside air poisons me;
But inside inside I die as well
I batter at the gate,
trying to break through
the walls are of transparent stone,
unshakeable, unmoveable,
and yet I feast my sight on freedom
Painting May 16, 2004
I look into the mirror
I see a perfect girl
with a perfect smile on her face
a perfect background behind her
she lives in a perfect world.
but then, I move,
and the face staring back stays the same
it is then that I realize
that the mirror is no mirror;
but a painting in my mind
A hard realization May 26, 2004
How fragile is life;
We don't understand until it's taken
We take for granted
that which is a precious gift;
and we are angry when it's gone
We always say it couldn't happen;
that it's only a distant chance
but the hard truth we have to realize
is that we are all vulnerable
to the thief that comes in the night
The Changing
where have you gone? my sister, my friend. you were so idealistic when did that end? now you're somebody different someone
i don't even know. dreamer turned cynic, why did you go?
who am I that i'm left behind? i've kept on dreaming i've
kept on singing my love song for life i miss my companion, but i'm still here trying not to believe that the
world's full of tears.
Just a Shadow September
3, 2004
We are no longer children
It can never be the same
But different can be better
And love doesn’t wax and wane
I’m sorry for the things I’ve
done
I regret some things I’ve said
I’ve driven us apart, I know
But our chances aren’t quite dead
So please take this tearstained page
Please take this tearstained heart
It may never be what it was
But we don’t have to be apart
It’s not easy laying down my pride
But here I am right now
Asking, begging, pleading you Don’t be just a shadow
Beautiful Pain June 25, 2004
What is this life?
what is this world?
full of beauty;
full of pain.
Friends are close,
families are closer,
friends laugh and hug;
and loved ones love you too.
Mean words are screamed,
in harsh anger
cynical dryness
poisons love.
It seems to make no sense
that the world should be so paradoxical
until you come to understand;
until you come to see
the Beauty in the Pain.
Childish? 6-26-04
I can stare at a bird for an hour;
And marvel at how the feathers go
I can lie all day in the garden,
Just to watch the flowers grow
I could stare at the sky for an aeon,
If time would permit, that is
And look at the clouds and make pictures;
Look, a unicorn! Look, a faerie,
cloaked in mist!
I can look at the lightbeams dancing,
And say that theyre angels on earth
I can bask in the glorious sunrise,
And delight in each new days birth
I can look at the little frog hopping,
And give him a family, home, and a name
And when I hear the stream gurgling; its laughing,
Just because it is playing a game.
All musical notes can enthrall me;
Even in the simplest tunes
And nothing is quite so spectacular
As Gods nightlight, the new-risen moon
Each shady tree is Gods arms around me;
Enfolding me, drawing me close
In fact, the world is so wonderful,
I cant say what I like the most.
So go on -- you can call me a child,
Rush on, and call me naïve
Keep on your self-focused schedule;
But I, I will believe
If dreaming and marveling make me a child,
Then fine -- a child I'll be
But of you blind to beautiful dreaming
I ask, who's the child, you or me?
Sitting Around December
23, 2004
sitting around
empty and dark
full of fear
that you’ll never appear
hard enough
that you’re gone
I don’t need
this fear to heed
ignore warning
it’s a lie
strike to kill
climb another hill
kiss a picture
letter written
distance hurts
brusque and curt
imagine you
you’re not there
hold me
SAVE ME
One Love Two December 30, 2004
Can One love Two, and Two love One? or is only one love true?
Is only First a lover, and Second but a thief? but
who was first?
Is first loved by One First in love? or must love be returned?
Does First or Second lie? is
either love full true? are either or both deceiving?
No, no; it is One; One is the true liar: lying to herself
and both.
Love No More December
27, 2004
Pull my feet
Stuck in the mud;
In the mire
Of my foolishness
Such a foolish lack
Of self control
Has led me here;
To an unwanted place
O soul, O bitter soul,
Turn your eyes away from me
Don’t look at this girl;
Broken, lonesome….unclean
Let me go, I say
I don’t love you,
Not anymore, no more
Let me go, let me be
Let me live in peace,
I don’t want
To leave you;
But I think I must
Break myself away,
Away from you;
My very first love
But love no more.
For One Unknown June
29, 2004
How do you see through me?
Somehow you look behind my façade
Not looking at physical signs;
Bypassing surface thoughts
You dive deep into my mind,
Dig into my heart,
Pull out what the truth is,
And soothe my brokenness
Your eyes cut through the fog,
And pull away the veils
Then you lift off the cover
And bare my soul.
Xenoviv July
27, 2004
The fire of this world
Beckons; pull me in
Calling like the sirens’ song
Enticing me to sin
I waver in my Christian walk
The world just feels so good
I know I cannot serve two masters
But if I could, I would
But that is when I realize
That this world is naught but foam
This life is only temporary This world is not my home
This Fear Within July
3, 2004
The flames come
And wrap around,
Like half-dead wraiths;
Pulling me down
The smoke clouds;
Clouds my mind
Fogs my brain,
And I can’t hide
The fear comes;
Traps me in
It binds me close; This fear within
My Breath August 21,
2004
You breathe out and I breathe in,
I breathe out and in again,
Drawing breath straight from you;
It’s such pure bliss, I’ll
never move
Better than oxygen is your love,
Better than air is your hug,
Breath is life; it’s true, of course,
You’re the breath of my soul, my
life-source
Life is nothing without air,
Thankfully, there’s one who cares,
If you don’t breathe, it brings death,
Jesus Christ, you are my breath
Decision August 27,
2004
I stand in the middle
I must make a choice
The decision of a lifetime
Is mine to make tonight
On the one side is my life;
The life I’ve always known
On the other is the future;
Dark and still and cold
Yet the future has a dawning;
A light, an enchanting glow
But still, the world is scary…
I should stay safe at home
But around me home is changing;
Soon it will be gone
I know I should get out, move on,
And yet, here I am: clinging
Clinging to the shredding bits
Of the life I’ve had and led
The future is exciting;
But it’s not what I had planned
Can I change my mindset
For a greater, awesome good?
Love stretches out a hand
All I have to do is grab ahold
Why am I hesitating?
I should boldly take that grasp
Something holds me back;
I will discover what it is;
And when I find it;
I will crush it
I want to take this chance;
No, I must, or I will fade
I will take that outstretched hand;
And banish all my fears
A Hard Goodbye September
11, 2004
Who knew
That it could be so hard
To say goodbye?
The waves are crashing
Sirens wailing
Confusion in my head
Then all goes silent
I must let go
It’s not possible
I will cling
I try to say it
But I can’t
I must be strong
Broken heart
Tearstained sorrow
Bleeding soul
I’m torn apart
I can’t breathe
Soon I’ll drown
I cannot say those words
A light dawns
I know a way
I don’t have to say goodbye
I dry my eyes
My peace complete
And I say
I love you
See Through Me September
23, 2004
Why can’t they see you
As I see you?
Why can’t they love you
Like I do?
Why can’t they forgive you
Like I have forgiven?
Why can they not just let go
Let us lead the life we’re living?
Why can’t they look through me
Though my vision may be poor
Why can they not see it?
Why can’t they look and adore?
Why can’t they comprehend
What I have with you?
How can they call falsehood
What I know to all be true?
Can a Broken Heart be Mended?
November 2, 2004
Can a broken heart be mended?
A broken spirit healed?
Broken trust refastened?
Or is the distance always there?
I know I’ll always feel the pain;
The hurt is here to stay
Perhaps time will dull the ache
Or shall it remain so sharp?
Can tears wash away sorrow?
Or merely make it grow?
Tears water spiteful seedlings
That grow as resentful trees
Does an apology make a difference?
Or simply restate facts?
Can resolution truly come of it?
Or is hurt stirred up again?
When a heart is broken
There is no way to return
So be careful how you play the game…
But play it: love is worth it
Mountain of Life September 23, 2004
I climbed a weary mountain, and at the
summit took a rest But as I sat there I began to feel a weight upon my chest
"Climb higher," said the mountain
I said, "How can that be? I have climbed onto thy very peak" The mountain said, "You'll see"
So I climbed
higher up the mountain though there was no more mount to climb I climbed on for eternity To the very end of time
Still the mountain whispered in my ear "You've not yet seen my peak" As days wore on, I climbed and climbed
till the mountain ceased to speak
I looked down upon the air on which I'd built my path And as I stared
at nothingness, I heard the mountain laugh
"I've tricked you," said the mountain "This mountain is too tall."
And as the mountain laughed and laughed He let go and let me fall
The Pain September
19, 2004
Apprehension
What is wrong?
Then the shock
My heart nearly stops
Then the sorrow
I brush it off
I run away
To hide and think
So confused
Why? Why?
I don’t understand
Can I understand?
Then a thought
It may not be what I think
I ask and wait;
In fear of the answer
I wait and pray
For what I’ll hear
Let it not be one thing…
But it is.
Red-hot jealousy
Reacts first
Then my fragile heart
Begins to tear
It hurts so bad
The ultimate pain
The heartrending pain
Of betrayal
My soul screams out
My heart is sobbing
But outwardly
I am quiet
Then, like a flower
Opening after a rain
I emerge
Begin to speak
But still, it hurts
Betrayal runs deep
Trust once broken
Is not easily regained
Forgiveness begins healing
Our love is strong enough
To withstand this
But the pain…
Killing Children November
2, 2004
Can’t you see you’re killing
children?
Can’t you see you’re
taking lives?
Not something, but a someone;
And that someone is alive
You can make a choice
I’m not saying you shouldn’t
You can help your situation,
So don’t whine to me you couldn’t!
Don’t kill a baby for convenience
Don’t end a life and call it “choice”
Don’t say it’s a women’s
issue
When murder wins, don’t rejoice
Killing children is a sin
It’s simply just not right
But they’ll keep on killing children:
Stand up, coward, and fight!
Fight for the right of life,
Fight for an unborn son
Saving millions would be good;
But t’would be worth it to save one
Have You Ever November 6, 2004
Have you ever touched a soul? Reached inside and made somebody whole?
Have you ever healed a heart? Taken the sorrow, abolished the hurt?
Have you ever repaired a spirit? Nursed
it, fostered it, cared and slaved for it?
Have you ever stretched a mind? Made someone see,made someone find?
Have you ever changed a life? Dissipated anger,taken away strife?
Have you ever changed a person? Have
you ever changed a man? You don’t have to make a difference But what’s important is you can
Peace October 18,
2004
Looming, overshadowing
Impossibility, mystery
Danger is exciting;
But danger still it is
Danger loses novelty:
Excitement goes away
All that’s left is danger
In a cold and heartless world
Smothering: I’m suffocating
Choking: I will drown
The weight of fear, the weight:
The weight upon my chest
I run and fall in darkness;
Fall blindly to the ground
But even as I close my eyes
There is a light ahead
Still I’m huddled tight:
I do not wish to be saved
Better to die
Than surrender pride
The glorious light
Sorrows at my folly
But when I will accept
The light will stretch out a hand
And lead me to peace
One of Stone
December 8, 2004
One of stone,
Why so afraid?
There is naught to fear,
Be free of inhibition
Woman of stone,
Begin to animate again:
Stiff joints becoming looser,
Once again to move
Limbs of stone,
Reach out:
Stretch your to catch
another,
Touch a finger to a life
Heart of stone,
Slowly soften:
It’s not so hard to love,
If you will
Soul of stone,
Unspoken, harsh:
Sand down broken edges,
And live anew
Thoughts November
15, 2004
Thoughts can be like treasures,
Glimmering bright as gold
Sparkling, winking diamonds,
That time cannot make old
Some thoughts are soft and pretty;
A lilac flower, a gentle breeze,
Beautiful and comforting,
Tho’ oft nobody sees
Some thoughts are old as stone,
Harsh and rough and bad,
These thoughts seem bold at the time,
But better not are had
Some thoughts are thought in secret,
A tunnel in the mind,
Fitting thoughts tight into a box,
And making one so blind
Thoughts are like the wind;
One moment there, then flown,
Choose all thoughts carefully, For thoughts are all your own
What am I looking For?
November 29, 2004
I run toward it;
Then look beyond
The horizon isn’t far,
But how far can I run?
I search within
And look among;
I examine the inside,
But it is never really there
Look in between;
Do you see it?
Is it wonderful and good?
Or will it ever work against me?
But as I search
A realization comes:
In the midst of the chase, I forgot what I was looking for
Another September
2, 2004
Another night
Of tossing and turning
Another day
With a runaway mind
Another time
With an uncontrolled passion
And I’m just trying
To find the way
I am confused
I need your light
I need your help
I need your sight
Lord search my heart
Am I still pure?
If I am then
Protect me
If I am not
Then forgive me
I just want
To find your way
Love No More 31 December, 2004
Pull my feet
Stuck in the mud;
In the mire
Of my foolishness
Such a foolish lack
Of self control
Has led me here;
To an unwanted place
O soul, O bitter soul,
Turn your eyes away from me
Don’t look at this girl;
Broken, lonesome….unclean
Let me go, I say
I don’t love you,
Not anymore, no more
Let me go, let me be
Let me live in peace,
I don’t want
To leave you;
But I think I must
Break myself away,
Away from you;
My very first love
But love no more.
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