I touched your chest
And noticed we weren't in sync
So while you slept
I took the butter knife
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
I Cry
I cry for what this world has become
Where we hurt to get respect
Where we leave to feel wanted
Where we cry to be heard
I cry for all that we do
How we destroy so we can build
How we exploit to be fair
How we cry to be understood
Where we hurt to get respect
Where we leave to feel wanted
Where we cry to be heard
I cry for all that we do
How we destroy so we can build
How we exploit to be fair
How we cry to be understood
I cry for the past we have lost
For the now that suffers
For the future we are unprepared for
For the fact that I HAVE to cry
To be heard,
To be wanted,
To be understood,
To be LOVED.
And I still cry,
And I will keep on crying
And I will never stop
Until I don't have to
For the now that suffers
For the future we are unprepared for
For the fact that I HAVE to cry
To be heard,
To be wanted,
To be understood,
To be LOVED.
And I still cry,
And I will keep on crying
And I will never stop
Until I don't have to
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Leaf and Breath
This pretty little land of candy
Lighting up what's fine and dandy
Lions jump and sing a song
Sheets of paper make it strong
Holding back and letting go
Strapping up, we never know
Mits of cloth just cover shoes
Tersely, stern, old, fat recluse
Full of love and what could be
Leave all those what could've been
Chant a song and say a verse
Sustain your awful-minded purse
Suits the hate yet more on joy
Use your vigor, you little boy
Zone out grief and enter light
Urban dreams and rural heights
Top it off with tearful songs
Sheets of paper made me strong
Urging me to just go on
Living life yet leaving wrong
Lighting up what's fine and dandy
Lions jump and sing a song
Sheets of paper make it strong
Holding back and letting go
Strapping up, we never know
Mits of cloth just cover shoes
Tersely, stern, old, fat recluse
Full of love and what could be
Leave all those what could've been
Chant a song and say a verse
Sustain your awful-minded purse
Suits the hate yet more on joy
Use your vigor, you little boy
Zone out grief and enter light
Urban dreams and rural heights
Top it off with tearful songs
Sheets of paper made me strong
Urging me to just go on
Living life yet leaving wrong
Sprinkles:
Absurd,
Poetry,
Starting over
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Holen
I honestly think
of all the things I become
When I'm with you
I become a marble
You know, the blue kind
With swirly things in it
Because when you look through it
You say you see the ocean
But you know it's just a marble
of all the things I become
When I'm with you
I become a marble
You know, the blue kind
With swirly things in it
Because when you look through it
You say you see the ocean
But you know it's just a marble
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Goodbye February
You, my butterfly
I caught for myself to love
Lie dead in a jar
I caught for myself to love
Lie dead in a jar
Sprinkles:
haiku,
heartbreak,
Love,
Poetry
Monday, February 11, 2013
The Joy of Christianity
Believing in God does not mean you're weak-minded. You can always know what atheists know. But you can believe on what they don't.
Believing in Jesus proves you have the guts to give up what you don't know, and what you will never know to a belief that this limited, pain-ridden, unfair earthly existence is not the end of it.
That there's something more.
Something better.
Something PERFECT.
Sprinkles:
Agnosticism,
Atheism,
Christianity,
Death,
faith,
Fear
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