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.

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.

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.

A Voice of Apathy.

The faint sound of help 

To a fearful cry.

A loud voice of apathy

That calms inside

It arouses naught but anger,

Naught but despair,

To see a fellow human

Cast aside without a care.

A broken arm? A shattered spine?

"Where will it stop?" I ask.

It's not okay, it's not alright,

To just let it pass.

It's not cool to walk away

OR be the cause of fear

It's not wise to stand aside

And exclaim, "Oh Dear!"

When will we rise to stand together,

Against the hate and harm?

Will our children solely grow

To count on shooting stars?

Soar.

Flying high you fall.

Everyone stands tall

You cry as the wind carries you

Your mind wanders. It falters.

What you try to say, no one knows

One hears every need in your heart

You call out for help

He answers

Things are wild. And yet you are calm

Heaven helps you in the turmoil

Life swims around you.

You remain standing. For He holds you in His palm

Life is not explicable.

Everything need not make sense

But for every need you call to Him.

Awaken. Embrace it.

Eloquent words may get you somewhere.

Intricate skill, somewhere else.

Time will fly, it will leave you behind.

But you will soar with Him.