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There’s a hallway of life between these trees. If we could only see the truth at the end of the path. Remembering the fact that their eyes won’t reach that far; they walk away. It’s their lack of faith that steers them. Do you trust in me? If you do, then let me guide you through this light dusting of clouds. I knew you would follow; you always do. Now random shadows paint the ground as we tip-toe through perfect shades of grey. As we get closer, my vision starts to fade. My eyes blurry, like a mothers standing at her sons grave. I thought I was strong enough, to handle this on my own. We always make the same mistakes. Turn if you want to leave, ill understand. I'll be your blameless culprit once again. As you twist toward the wrong route at the fork in the path; I’ll understand.
…I understand.

The Thought Of Love

words pour out
like water from fountains
free for all
to take advantage

some kill like oceans
others scratch like streams
still, no one tries
to control their own

but what, of when,
words aren’t spoken?
the calm before the storm.
the evil thoughts
the wicked views;
hidden behind expressions

putting forth smiles
filled with laughter
in order to trick
the ones they adore

well, ill take your words
over knowing your thoughts
cause I’m afraid of finding
nothing but love

I Love Poetry

I have a poetry writing class this semester and its reminded me about how much i love poetry! It also reminded me of all the psalms and the song of songs in the bible. Poetry has been such a huge factor in christian society and its a great way to worship! i hope you enjoy my stuff, comment if you have any suggestions or feelings that are created from the words!

The Door

I knock.
but no one ever answers
Sometimes I wonder
if ill ever stop this madness

I wait.
and I never know what for
I get drawn to this place and time,
its like glue to my soul
But why am I so curious
of something so unknown?

Days have gone by,
or maybe minutes;
I don’t discern
I know one thing,
that someone will answer
If they would just hurry up
I could get on with life
I could leave this retched knocking
and fill my sore ears
With music made
that only the angels
could enjoy

That’s it, I’m done,
I’ve had enough of this today
Change of pace is what I need
to fix my bleeding hands
Not too much though,
for upon healing its back I go
To this old door
that’s haunted my life
for years gone by
But soon someone will answer,
and then it will reward