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The world that awaits youI will give you the world
but it's not made of gold,
not money or diamonds
for it's not bought or sold.
Not a car or a yacht
or vast acres of land,
or a beach house surrounded
by rich golden sand.
The world which I give
is the one in my heart.
It's a place if not offered
just tears most apart,
It is oceans of passion
and islands of lust,
deep seas of devotion,
high mountains of trust.
filled with cities of love,
while faithful blue skies
undulate from above.
It's the world that I offer
to someone so true.
I hope it can exist
in a universe that's you.
How I tell timeTo feel time.
Not by the subtle movement of hands beneath glass.
or the leaning of shadows by the passing sun.
Not from a song reaching its finality
or words climaxing their reason for being expressed.
Not the taunting calendars that dare to contain a day in a tiny square
as they line up in an unbroken path with no option to alter course.
To feel time.
Feel it passing.
Find it drifting.
To know it's endless song
When my heart remembers your last sigh heard...
I feel time.
When my breath recalls how yours would dance beside it...
I feel time.
When my hands pause as they sense a phantom echo of your skin...
I feel time.
When my soul sings its lovers tune and waits for you to join in kind...
I feel time.
When my essence begs to blend with yours and stands so sadly patient...
I feel time.
I don't tell time, time tells me.
Our parting is my clock, my calendar, my sun, my song, my sentence...
my sadness eternal.
Are you watching closely?Watch me if you dare,
yet choose to read my words with care,
for when you visit you will find,
the deepest secrets from my mind.
You'll witness things I love and hate,
perhaps I'll speak of someone's fate,
for what I write is not a ruse
or something only to confuse.
It's just me, myself and why,
I have no reason here to lie.
My heart is torn but it's still true
and when you visit I'll know it's you.
Writing the wrongThere's one that wants it
and one that doesn't.
There's one that was
and one that wasn't.
There's one that listens
and one that reads.
There's one that shines
and one that bleeds.
There's one I want
and one I had.
There's one that's happy
and one that's sad.
There's one that believes
and one that denies.
Then there is me... the one who sighs.
The her that is sheA human, an angel, she's one and the same.
If you know me at all then you know of her name.
She walks like a mortal with seraphim pace.
The epitome of an entities essence and grace.
Lips ruby rich like a lush vineyards vine.
Eyes that invite you to passionately dine.
Flawless skin powdered so porcelain fair.
You'll discover sweet scents in the seas of her hair.
She's the journey you dream of and hope it comes true.
If you know me at all then you know that she's you.
To whom it may discernDear friend,
I've wanted all my life,
to end your lonesome, loveless strife.
I scribe my heart within this letter,
to make your world entirely better.
I'll start each day with a cordial kiss,
and if we part it's you I'll miss.
I'll share my secrets and tell no lies,
as desirable whispers unleash your sighs.
We'll have adventures in our bed,
as well as the places you've only read.
I hope you're well when reading this.
Your future bliss
A bond too briefclouds parted.
The island I wish to beShe's on that island... she's on that beach
Beneath that moon... so far from reach
Beside those waves... so deep and blue
Just like her eyes... so warm and true
She's standing there... along that shore
She makes it perfect... and so much more
Wish I were that island... wish I were that sand
I'd caress her skin... and kiss her hand
Wish I were that moon... wish I were that glow
I'd shine so bright... on the angel below
Wish I were those waves... that gently roll
I'd take her in... and warm her soul
Wish I were that place... wish I were there
Wish I were with her... wish life was fair
I shouldn't wish... for things not meant
I should only wish... that she stays content
The whispers missedWhen you're near me... the wind whispers "remember"
When you look at me... my eyes whisper "I love you"
When you speak to me... my mind whispers "be still and listen"
When you touch me... my skin whispers "I'm happy"
When you hold you... my body whispers "don't let go"
When you leave me... my spirit whispers "I'll miss you"
When you're not around... my soul whispers "come back"
I wish you could hear the whispers... but I know you're listening for something more.
It's a shame that my whispers are drowned by his silence.
Maybe it's time to stop whispering.
If tomorrow I don't Wake upI wonder what would happen
If I was never to wake up
Would people even care
I wonder if a commotion would erupt
Would anyone even notice
That I wasn't alive
Would my mother even mourn me
Or could she guess that I wouldn't survive
Well I'm still not dead
But I can barely call this living
I feel like a corpse
That hasn't given up on breathing
But I wonder what would happen
If I was actually to die
Would anyone be bothered
Or care enough to cry
Maybe everyone's just used to
Me living like a corpse
So no one would be bothered
Or life change the slightest off of course
But if I would never wake up
There's no way to know what happens the next day
Won't know if people really care about me
But..maybe it's better off that way
The quiet onesThe Quiet Ones
It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for:
the ones who sit in class, doodling in their notebooks.
Alone they're harmless and keep to themselves.
But don't be fooled, their brains are a flurry of activity.
Put two or more of them together, and you'll wonder what the heck happened.
These "quiet ones" start talking, start plotting.
They've planned each other's brutal deaths....multiple times.
They've discussed the zombie apocalypse....and how they'd start it.
The end of the world has four backup plans....to ensure its demise.
And you can almost guarantee your death has been penciled in for next Tuesday.
So be careful, 'cause it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for.
If We Would Only LoveIf We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Then Mankind Would See A Better Life
Void Of Evil Greed And Strife
The World Would Be A Beautiful Place To Live
If We Would Only Learn To Give
Instead We Take And Desire Of Things
Not Blessed By HIM Who Love Did Bring
HE Came And Said My Brother Man
Accept This Gift From The Golden Lamb
Some Did Listen To The Words HE Said
Others Did Laugh And Turned Their Head
As They Nailed HIM To A Cross Of Wood
Still HE Blessed Them As Only HE Could
The Years Have Passed Since That Holy Day
When HE Walked The Earth Taking Sin Away
If We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Then Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
The Story of Girls and BoysSee that girl?
She made him smile on his worst days,
She stayed up to talk to him every night.
He made mistakes but she forgave him always,
He ignored her - he knew that wasn't right.
He didn't care, took her love for granted;
He expected her to always just be there.
She liked him but she wasn't what he wanted,
He dated other girls, she tried not to care.
Finally, she left, didn't want to wait forever
She found a better guy who liked her too.
This guy saw her potential, he adored her;
His intentions with her were honest and true.
Seeing them together made him realize something:
Without her, he was stuck in a lonely world.
All he had left was the memory of her leaving,
He had lost out on one amazing, special girl.
Grave of the Fireflies. The Grave of the Fireflies.
There are memories
Still breathing beneath the ground
Under these graves.
People long forgotten
That linger on.
Small points of light
On the darkest of nights
And in its own haunting way
The graveyard is beautiful.
The feeling is reminiscent
And the laughter can almost be heard
The small wings flutter
Cutting through the stilled silence.
And this haunting,
Can only be described as:
The Grave of the Fireflies.
TiredI'm tired. Just tired.
Tired of always crying myself to sleep
Sick of missing you so much each week.
Exhausted from pretending that I'm okay
Miserable from ignoring you every day.
I don't want to fight with you, no more,
This sorrow exhausts me to my core.
I'm sick of the tears, sick of the pain
I just want to feel normal again.
Pretending we're fine isn't working
I can't hide the fact that I'm hurting.
Please, stop fighting, pick up your phone
You know it's nobody's fault but your own.
Broken Me.When my heart starts to break...
I try to convince myself these tears are fake.
That I’m playing for an audience.
But I guess that simply makes no sense.
I’m sitting here alone, again,
And yet every tear I’m holding in.
Maybe my hearts being punished.
But I just need you to miss...
I need you to miss us
Who we were besides the lust
Who I am... when you’re not here.
I’m weak now... just full of despair.
I have so many questions to ask you.
If you saw this poem... would you care?
Do you love me still?
Will my heart ever heal?
I have no answers, so can you tell me.
Am I nothing? Is that what you see?
Am I just a passing thing...
Just a mark of previous sin
I will always love you.
But to my heart I can’t be true...
If I never have you?
What else can I do?
I will sit here alone and wait.
Be in this half and half state.
Because I know I can’t mean much...
You’re not even here to feel my touch.
Just a few miles away,
Yet you can never stay?
Nothing to LoseThere's nothing to lose
When no one knows what you going through
There's nothing to gain
But the days don't seem to change
Deep in my heart
Its an endless spiral of pain
Don't you know what I am fighting for?
When it's not worth to go through all this pain
When you feel you are don't know where to go
When walking on the path on broken glass
Feel like that something from your life is drifting away
Is it worth to try pull it back?
It's just a slap to my face by reality
Slammed the door behind me
A dozen reasons ran through my mind
Standing there, crying
Wondering if it could have gone better?
All I need is a second chance
There is nothing else for me to lose
I already lost myself in my turmoil
What have I done? This is not what I planned
Now she is gone, I don't want to feel my heart is breaking
I have blood on my hands
Her blood, dripping...
Why why, this knife in my right hand and my left hand on her throat
Doing the one thing I would never do
Harm the one person I truly loved
God's GraceGod hears all
The thoughts you want no one to hear
The nonsense prayers of a volleyball game
The prayers of fear
The impossible prayers
The selfish prayers
To say you walk alone in this world
Is to let God's hand go
And battle the challenges of the world
As a person
A grain of rice
In a heaping pile
Life gets hard
We become hopeless
People judge us on our looks
They fall under temptations
But you have to stay strong
We must walk hand in hand with God
Accepting loss that seems unfathomable
Interlacing fingers with Him
And walking into a war zone
Knowing the grace of God will save your soul
Even if it doesn't save your body
Everyone's a sinner
But we are saved by Jesus
And the grace of God
Dark was the lightIn the dark you can cry,
no one has to know why.
You can sit and lament,
ponder where your strength went.
Here you can let it all go
and no one else has to know.
It may be a time all your own
where you may feel so alone
but it's a time that you need
to just let your heart bleed.
To release tears and sighs
and begin your goodbyes.
Yes, in the dark you can cry,
without refrain to deny,
for once you let the pain go,
in the dark you will glow.
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