Thursday, June 28, 2012


I've been writing a loooot lately so I thought I would share my poems, songs, and writings. Or at least a few of them. :) They don't have titles so I'll just number them so you know where it ends and the next one begins.

1. Cold fingers,
 Charcoal Soul.
Fraying Strength,
Life's Daunting Toll.
Hard Stares,
Unwavering Eyes.
Compassion Bleeds,
Deep inside.
Suffocating Past,
Broken Futures.
Chained Captive,
To Fate's Sutures.
Unbroken but Bent,
Faded but Not Spent.
The World throws daggers with it's eyes.
But raw hurt runs beneath it's disguise.
Pain threatens to rule the world and steal your heart,
Don't give it the reigns to tear you apart.
2. My head is heavy weighed down by doubt,
Their cynical voices, whispered shouts.
Words so small, cut so deep.
I thought my heart was mine to keep.

Who are you to Judge without a Jury?
You spare me no grace, just Flames and Fury.
You don't know who i am; what i've been through.
You don't listen as you scythe skin and tissue.

Where is compassion, where is mercy?
Why are humans so quick to make a verdict?
We all breathe the same air and have hearts to beat,
Our lives are stopwatches that will soon cease to tick.

Why not show Love and Understanding?
Life is already harsh and demanding.
Don't you have something better to do than sit and scrutinize?
Is that really the way you want to spend your life?

Your voice matters.
It can Heal. It can Destroy.
But your voice isn't mine to use.
It's yours, your choice, it's up to you.
3.You're tough skin and a harsh demise,
A facade easily pulled.
You're a festering Battle scar,
Colored in shades that noone sees.
They think you can withstand everything,
When in reality you're drowning in your skin and bones.
You want them to think you're strong and brave,
No signs of weakness to be found.
Having a raw, unearthed heart and soul,
Makes you feel small and exposed.
You cover it up so noone knows,
The images, the dreams, the things you've seen.
You choke on your follies wishing they'd leave you alone.
But nobody will know.
Nobody will know.
You despise yourself and wish you can start new.
But the past still threatens to strangle you.
You want to be free from the skin you're in,
Show everyone what you've done and did.
But people are accusing with their dagger eyes,
There's only a fraction of comfort to find.
The blood of your heart beats deep in your chest,
Will the nightmare ever end?
Ever end?
Noone will see the things you've seen,
Noone could begin to understand.
But I'll try to.
And I will listen.
And when you feel weak,
You're finally getting stronger.
There's a Savior to wipe the slate,
Offer you a life fresh and white.
You don't have to be a slave to the past any longer,
Shed your skin.
Breathe life again.
Know you can't do this alone,
And you'll finally beging to know;
There is always hope.
       Always hope.
Don't let your wounds claim you.

(2nd Corinthians 2:19; "But He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.")
4. Hope is the anchor for my soul,
Even when life has taken it's toll.
You say I'll never have to be alone.
And I can't wait till the day You say; "Welcome Home."

Life is surely waves and winds,
But I'll stick it out to the end.
Because there is beauty in everything and every bend.

There is beauty in me.
You are the beauty in me.
Yes, Lord, You are beauty.
5. You're a guitar that's a little out of tune.
You're a bruise that's faded too soon,

I'm a passenger out at sea.
Still struggling to find me.

You say that i'll be okay,
But you can't really trust these days.

'Cause people are temporary beings.
We never say what we mean.
'Cause people are temporary beings,
And we never really say what we mean.

You're a scarf full of unwraveling thread.
You're a ghost full of pale, full of dread.

I'm a small tear in a sea of salt.
Still struggling to find my faults.

You say that we'll be okay.
But we can't really trust these days.

Because people are temporary beings,
We never mean what we say.
People are temporary beings,
And we never really say what we mean.
We never say what we mean.
What is it really that we mean?
6. And i've always known that people change,
But that doesn't make it hurt any less.
And out of all people, I thought you'd be the one to stay the same...
I guess I still have some ignorance.
Some ignorance.

And out of all people, I only trust a few.
You looked at me with honest eyes and the world was ours.
Out of all people, I had to trust in you.
Now time is folding in and look where we are.

I guess the stars weren't shining for us,
And time likes to tear apart hearts.
But I didn't know I could hurt so much,
Guess it's time to leave our unleavened love in the dust.

And i've always known that people change.
But that doesn't make it hurt any less.
Out of all people, you were the one I loved best.
Knowing you've changed does't make it hurt any less.
And even ignorance isn't always bliss.
Thats what I've got. Comments, complaints, criticisms, I'd love to hear them. A writer always likes feedback and ways to improve. And just for the record, some of these writings may be about people and others are just from ideas or concepts that sounded nice in my head. It's not always personal experience I write about.


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