When we feel we’ve reached the end
of our frayed and tattered rope,
will we give up on our friendship
or continue on in hope?
Archive for July, 2016
Rope’s End
Posted in Poetry, Writing on July 31, 2016| Leave a Comment »
The Strength to Surrender
Posted in Poetry, Writing on July 30, 2016| 2 Comments »
Aching for more than
fleeting gratification,
he prays to God and
finds the strength to surrender
to His lasting will and plans.
Ride
Posted in Poetry, Writing on July 29, 2016| Leave a Comment »
The alluring scent of the lilies
riding on the wind’s shoulders
brushes by, then fades, softly.
Didn’t Fight for Who You Found
Posted in Poetry, Writing on July 28, 2016| 2 Comments »
The truth finally strikes me:
you didn’t care
and still don’t now.
You’re the biggest disappointment,
you didn’t fight
for who you found.
How can this be justified?
Your decisions
destroyed our vow.
Lies wear many costumes,
while the truth
is one pure sound.
Sheltered
Posted in Poetry, Writing on July 27, 2016| Leave a Comment »
What more can I tell you about
this room I’ve spent all of my time in?
The world outside is just a myth,
so why waste hours being enlightened?
End of July Recording
Posted in Poetry, Writing on July 26, 2016| Leave a Comment »
Here’s my latest sound for y’all. I recited my poem I Should Know Better at an open mic last week, and it was well-received, so I decided to record it. I hope you like it (and don’t mind a little swearing. haha).
Invitation
Posted in Poetry, Writing on July 26, 2016| Leave a Comment »
Will you allow me the opportunity
to show you a fine evening,
dinner beneath vast swaths of stars,
listening to nature breathing?
Grace Bestowed
Posted in Poetry, Writing on July 25, 2016| Leave a Comment »
Lord, thank You for the passionate sun
and thank You for the tender moon.
Thank You for abundant grace bestowed
upon sin to which we aren’t immune.
The Joy in My Eyes
Posted in Poetry, Writing on July 24, 2016| Leave a Comment »
In this tiny spot of space
where you and I danced months ago,
I await your grand return,
praying the joy in my eyes does show.
Ensnared
Posted in Poetry, Writing on July 23, 2016| Leave a Comment »
I try to remain aloof,
but it isn’t any use.
You are, o darling,
my muse, my noose.
And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind... 