I’m stuck between a hopeful futureAnd an all too well forgotten past. One day, even someday, this dreamWill draw breath and walk with me. Time lies that it’s as lifeless as stone,Chipped away at more each month. A heart without break is hardly love;I grow patience because we are eternal. I’d dash myself into a […]
I feel Thou hast abandoned me;Forsake me not, O Lord. Thine absence burns like fire,Yet all I have done is grumble. I shall not survive much longer this way,Unless Thou knowest that I can. This cross is the narrow way,Still I cannot understand it. Thy will be done in me,Even if I cannot bear it.
Light bleeds from my eyeballsDark seeds in the backyardThorns threaten to chokeMind blind from wasted time. Death flees from my sideLife threatens more timeSomeone help what’s brokenMend what can’t be touched. Snow falls in a circleWinds spins in a spiralI’m descending upwardsTrudging downwards still. Black lungs with black heartViolin strings cut shortGuitars play sardonicallyThe grand
My fingertips grasp ata ghost of future’s glory.Forever is in sight,but just out of my reach.I fumble with patience,never calling it my own.My mind spins and searches,turning all the facts over.I apply reasons to signs,but it’s only to cope. The end starts with the beginning,but the beginning has already ended.What depths of depravitycan hold this
I’m scared to speak because I need this peace, freshly captured once more, even if it’s false. I could scarcely cope with more scrupulosity today, or tomorrow. Three days turn to five and two weeks turn to six. “I can’t get you out of my mind,” I first said so early on, yeilded with such
I’m numbed by the days,Trying to make othersUnderstand; explainingMyself months over months. I’m tired of the anger.I’m tired of the worry..I’m tired of planning.I’m tired of thinking. I’ve become a secret;A promise in the dark.Obedient, yet still found out.Patience brought me here. I’ve got nothing left.I’ve lost all cares.I’ve hit the wall ofLearned helplessness. I
Rain falls like time.Cold, stinging,Biting into bonePlanting its flag. Time can healAnd yet,Time can also ruinWhat’s been built. Rain gives growthAnd yet,Rain can also washAway somethingOnce so full of life. Memories like lightningStrike trees of emotionFears like thunderEcho through imagination. What kind of terror is this?What kind of power?How do two standThe test of one
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All that I’ve left will never take away from what I can still give. But what I’ve left is caught-up in memories that are strewn across cities from Carlsbad to Chicago; Cleveland to Charleston. As I fly thousands of miles above the ground, a piece of me still lies in her hands below. I believe
