Autumn Depression - updatedFragments of Golden Autumn,In this late cold afternoon,The Summer is coming to an end,Fall is just around the bend,Pretty leaves are falling on the ground,There's orange, red, yellow and golden brown,Makes me feel melancholic though,I wish the bitter cold will not be my foe!
Resolving ConflictsDo not find fault.Resolve an argument by finding remedies. Cursing, shouting and name-calling will only breed resentment.
"I Weep"I weep because of anarchy.betrayal,misfortune,for those who died in starvation, diseases, & lack of hope,for the husbands separated from theirwives, and fathers separated from their children,child abuse,cruelty for animals are in pain,animal extinction,poor economy,those victims who are raped or kidnapped,I weep for those who are not believe and faith with our God.I weep because there is no love.
Angst thoughtsIm sick & tired of feeling like im perpetually against the wall, Im in chains.Im sick & tired of being treated like a Marionette im not a child anymore. Please let me go!Im sick & tired of lecturing or dictating me it insults meIm sick & tired of recurring interpersonal conflicts raises frustration.im sick & tired of worry my finances, cant handle these anymore. i don't know what to do?im sick & tired of being strong, i cannot answer back. i am still weak.Im sick & tired of
Say GoodbyeYou stained my eyes with the beauty of your smile.One look from you melted my innards likeAcid burning the linings of my heart.And I still cant bring myself to say goodbye
Unexpected LoveUnexpected love on a rollercoaster rideWith ups, downs, twists, and turns.Quickly Falling in love like the starsShooting across night sky; cascading.Love so pure and innocent like aNew born child searching the worldWith simple wonder.Two hearts become one, beating in syncTo the music as love blankets itself around us.In your arms is where I feel at homeSafe and warm from winter cold and memories past.
I Hear...At night I hear the trees cry,The pretty flowers dyingA beautiful tragedy.At night I hear the birds sleep,The stars speakingTo my lonely heart.When sleep finally passesNight morphs into dayAnd I can hear the sun screaming.The stars dissipate, the trees dance,Birds awake from slumber,And the flowers come alive.
Heart's FireYou have lit my heart's wickSetting it ablaze with fiery passionBurning from inside out.The warmth spreads like a wildfire,Showing no mercy in it's wake.From chest cavity to toetipsBurning shades of crimson-orange delight.Only you can blow out the fire of my heartFor you are the one who ignited its desire.
DaysThere were days when I got lost behind the moons eyes, the suns smiles, and the clouds tears.Days where the wind crept up from behind and whipped my hair around my neck suffocating me.There were days when I got lost within the days light and the nights dark.The stars were painted black like my heart disappearing, blending into nothingness.There were days I drowned in the waters depths, and lived inside concrete walls.Meshing together light and dark; becoming one.There were days my body was weak from fighting, my mind strong from cartwheel thoughts racing.My mind running a marathon as my body falls to pieces becoming dust that gets whipped away by the same winds that suffocated me.
BewildermentAll I ever wanted was to feel you inside of meIn the nooks and crannies of my mind,The voided blackness of my heart.But I'm left with a vague sense of bewilderment.
Falling For YouI'm falling for you likeRocks thrown into the ocean;Hard and fastReaching bottom with a 'splash'.
FeelMy thoughts have been misfiled into subcategoriesThat my mind can't seem to ever remember.So many emotions to feel but I feel numb today.Can't feel my heart breaking nor can I feel the acid tears burning.Rolling down past my see through smile.The fakeness of it all sickens me to the core.I smile today just to hide beind the sadness thatHas etched its way into my bitter heart.I walk in the rain to hide the tears that fallWho would notice the difference anyways?Mascara and eye liner running wild, mixing with the saltiness.My raccoon eyes I'd like to call them.Hiding behind a facade, behind the sadness inside my eyes.The smile tells the lies but the eyes tell the truth.No happiness here, it checked out last night.
God Is My InspirationNo one could paint a never ending sky of blueWith deep colours that soothes your soul for just youNo one could create the cotton candy clouds of artAs soft and delicate to melt the heartNo one could project a rainbow across his skyNo one could structure a tree to stand firm and highNo one could send the cool winds to chill your spineOr sweep you off your feet with a second in timeNo one could shower rain that falls from aboveNo one could create aurora borealis or a doveNo one could make the golden sun set or riseNo one could hide from his eyes nor take him by surpriseNo one but God could master the art of creationNo one could reign over or take his positionNo one could steal away my admirationNo one replaces him, for God is my inspiration
Life's WayBirds chirpTrees swayWinds howlLifes wayTides breakRivers runThe sun setsLifes begunThe stars sparkleThe moon shinesLifes beautySo divineAnd it all happens before our eyesTime goes on and life passes byThings progressLife goes onAnd so must weHave to carry onLike nature running its taskWe must tooWe all have a purposeMe and youWe are natures beautyIts within you
A Second ChanceShe felt the blood drain from her face. "It can't be..." she managed to whisper hoarsely.Maniacal laughter floated up behind her until it surrounded her and seemed to envelope her completely. She began to shiver, her hands trembling. Nausea welled up in her stomach. The laughter stopped abruptly.Frantic, she searched the darkness. She felt more comfortable knowing at least the direction it came from. Now she had no idea where it could be. What it could do...The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, she spun around quickly, not daring to breathe.Just any sound...It was as if she'd been swallowed whole in the darkness. She could see nothing, hear nothing. She only felt a sharp pain in her chest, right where her heart used to be.Blindingly bright flames suddenly flared up before her. She raised her arms to cover her face as she fell backward. And she kept falling, falling, falling...She felt like she was drowning! She opened her mouth to scream, but hot sp
One Last ChanceLove at first sightHate at last fightMade a bittersweet last nightI was wrong, were rightOne in the morningTwo hearts danceThird times a charmOne last chanceAppealing eyes, Repulsive wordsBig smile, big mouth, little white liesLong night, short of breathThin hopes, fat chanceHot headed, cold heartedPain sewn, pleasure partedCalm settled, fury dartedBattle ended, music startedOne in the morningTwo hearts danceThird times a charmOne last chanceLove at first sightHate at last fightMade a bittersweet last nightI was wrong, were right
Heather's Psalm to the LordOh, God ... Who can aspire to make as You make?Man, being created in Your image,finds his imagination overflowing with aspiration!To create as You create,to build as You build.You have made us like You,crafters after the Crafter,painters after the Painters,dancers after the Dancer,singers after the Composer Himself.But who can compare to You, oh God?Who can paint, with precision,each cloud in the heavens as You have painted it?Who can animate the beauty,bringing every colour in Your spectrum to lifein an ever living, ever changing sky?And who can craft a single blade of grasswith every vein, every detail;Yet weave it together so massively,that Your precious cloth for the earthcan be witnessed from the heavens themselves!Who knits the fragrant petals of flowers to their stalks,and makes there the womb of which precious honey is born,and with which none of man's sugar can compare?Indeed: This is not the work of man!We imitate at best, but only fools wo
One of those girlsAm I the only onethat noticed herhair tied up alwaysand her smiles restrainedby unrestrained emotions?Don't answer me. Justpicture her in your headas nod along and read aheadand picture herpicturing youimagining heras I tell you about her.'She's one of those girlsthat wanted me to write about her'cause maybe she wants meto know herbetter, but I told herI'd write abouther tastes for indieand how I dislikehow she likes Britney.I lied 'cause I likethe suspense of herthoughts lingeringon the edge ofold poems of mineshe read. 'Causemaybe she expectssomething different.She's one of those girlsthat smiles a lotand laughs a lotbut has had a lotproblems.I don't know them,but I know she fearsand I'm sure she's fierce.She's one of those girlsthat's weak insidebut tough outside,with walls on each sideof her heart.I know this 'causeher smiles tell a lot.She's one of those girl'sthat unique,a mysticand a good girlbut she's human too,why can't you see
Soft and OnlyToday I smiledand I wish you to know thatyou inspired it
The Most Eloquent PrayerI tried to say a prayerEloquent and refinedI tried to let You knowJust how I feel insideI mean I know that You knowAll that I have to discloseBut You'd like to hear it anyway..As I have always supposed..I tried to write a poemEloquent and refinedOne to give words toThe freedom You've definedLoosing chains, explaining graceMy heart never the sameSince You touched it and freed itAnd for it staked Your claimI tried to sing a songEloquent and refinedBut it started off a mumbleAn inarticulate unwindBut it ended in a heart-songWhose words were simple soBut they filled my heart and liftedTrue praises as they flowThe words seem so repetitiveNot eloquent or refinedBut the joy is very realBursting stream from heart and mindSo my heart song seems so simpleAnd as I lift my hands to YouIt's the same words over and overYahweh, I LOVE YOU!I love You, I love You, I love You, I love You!I love You, I love You, I love You, I love You!I love You, I love You, I love You,
Redhead Saint - RevisedIt was Sunday morning, as always. We spend the morning on the backyard porch. I made breakfast and he sat by the windowsill, outside on the top step of the staircase leading down to the backyard. Softly lit wooden floors sometimes churned beneath sunlight. The floor seemed to stretch from my perspective, by the kitchen, as I watched the burnished mahogany tease my husbands ankles with the taunt of contrast, making his pale skin sickly whiter.I sat and placed the tray with our food down on the table. He sat across from me, brandishing his smile like a banner waved in testament of our happiness
our blessings as hed say. He took a bowl of oatmeal and set it before him, then began to stir the contents idly, while still looking at me with a sensitively questioning gaze.Please? He whispered, bringing a spoonful of oatmeal to his lips. Mouth opened, gaped, and lips hugged the spoon
I could almost picture his tongue diving
GenerosityIf your palm is open and you are giving,you will also receive god's blessings.
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My pleasure ... you too Erika