Pain

Torn heart
Crushed by fall
Pinned by dart
Stuck on wall

Sewn heart
stuck on doll
Placed in mart
New fall

Who's part?
Sad story
Never depart?
Our story

untitled

The sun fell
On that day.
All who stood
never thought they would.
Those who knelt to pray
standing against the swell.

Their hearts proclaming
the promises of old.
Who's day had it been?
They stood now all men
bleeding but bold
the world reclaming.

What battle had been won?
Who was this son?

Lonely

The day has gone
the hope that was
now lying on the lawn
as it always does

This is always my tale
My heart stripped of all
my fate always to fail
why do I always fall?

Will this ever end?
or shall it always contend
for this heart broken
no longer to mend?

friends

People turn to acquaintances,
acquaintances turn to friends.
Friends are always there for you,
so they become confidantes.
Confidantes are tools of God
that show how much he loves you.
Looking back on Confidantes
I see some amazing people.
Being away from all of them
shows me that God still cares.
So in this small way
I want to say
I love you all.
No matter how much time
I spent with you.
You helped shape my life
and taught me of the love.
I hope that someday
I can tell you all in person.
Until that day
this simple explanation
will have to do.

phrases

Words and feelings
Thoughts and emotions
Circumstances and decisions
Life and Love
Faith and Christ
Hope and peace

Phrases all and one
Am I doing the best?
Is there a place where I can live freely?
Where no longer I have to wonder about every choice that is made?
Does this make sense?

emotion

If there were ever a poem
seeping with emotional impact
this I wish were the one.
I would let you know
what loss I feel.
I would tell you that
if whishing could change
sitautions then we would be together.
Oh if only this poem could be filled
even overflowing
maybe you would understand.
Truth has its price
love can be pain.
Loneliness over agian.

Orange

Driving west
facing the fading orange.
this thing we call the sun
where did it come from?
random molecules
happenstance colliding?
or is there someone else?

Looking up

passing underneath the clouds,
watching the soft cotton ball like surface
growing and fading. for a moment
I lose myself in deepest of thought
I soar among the sparkling vapors,
soaking my skin with exhilaration.
But, just like every other thing
this also does not last.
From light to dark, exhilaration to mortification
Soft gentle cotton turns to angry frothing sea.
Like the cover above also the mind within turns,
joy brings pain, excitment-sorrow. I am left with memories of what has died and Risen Again.