Thursday 22 September 2011

Thoughts

When all the world keeps racing around; 
How can I be slow?
When all around me feels tied down; 
How can I be free?
How can I ask that one would listen?
When sorrow is of all I speak?
But you're right, sometimes even listeners
Shoulders to cry on seek.
I hear the wonder in his voice of concern and care.
I hear the sadness and despair for a friend no longer near.
I hear the shadow of a past engraved in stone.
And yet when I speak, my voice echoes, I stand alone.
The pits of despair shall not keep me down.
I will rise above.
For one leads me through life's fears,
It's His hand, I hold.

Monday 19 September 2011

Blur.

As the walls close in, she looks out to watch the world pass by as she naught but thinks.
It passes by, she's left behind, so much more to be done, the thought sinks.
It is high time something was done.
High time life slowed down too.
But a blur, the world around her.
But a blur, the thoughts inside.


Thursday 1 September 2011

Mine.


This friendship blooms
Like a flower in spring
To where it reaches
No one knows
It’ll bend and turn in paths unknown
Rooted in a ground solid and strong.
The flower a gift of care and love
The beauty left for us to behold.
An uncharted course that started with a smile
Undiscovered territories messed with for a while
Whatever it was, unexpected, unknown
I’m still thankful for the joy untold.
Blessings that come my way haven’t ceased
And you are also one I believe
Uncanny similarities and some non- existent
An abrupt start perhaps, perhaps not
Whatever it be, this flower grows strong.

For my Cutiepie.



Counting my blessings is impossible
If I were to count you out.
For you, boy, are a blessing.
Of that I have no doubts!
There hasn’t been a day
When I’ve thought of or met you
And my face, though eager to,
Was left without a smile.
Not a thought comes to mind,
That doesn’t give me joy
When I think of you
And that gleam in your eyes;
The sparkle of mischief, and humility
And your genuine honesty.
At least, that’s what I see.
A few have been concerned for my sanity (I think)
When I speak of you so fondly,
But that’s because they don’t realize that our God, so wonderful
Has given me such a precious friend ^.^
Tears well up in my eyes
As your smile is drawn in my mind
So cheerful and ever so kind
Such a sweetheart, my Cutiepie. ^.^


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Because I thought of you :D



Leave.


Would it be wrong to give up on hope?
Would it be possible? Should it come first?
Why would you go on if you have no hope?
So then giving up is a lost cause.

No one stays, nor do they leave.
Contradictions come undone.
Why the life, why the living?
Why the stagnant state of giving?

Why the wonder in the world
All blemished in a thoughtless girl?
So much seen, heard and spoken of.
So many lies left unsurfaced.

Regret has never helped.
Forgiveness heals.
Soon you will be able to breathe.
Finally, you will leave.

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Written sometime early April or maybe mid.