One Day I'll Speak My Mind

Prompt: "It takes great strength to stand up to those we do not know, but even greater courage to challenge those we know"

They say it requires unnatural strength

to speak your mind.

To rise against

a heart that lies close to your own.

It must be true,

for all the things I want to say,

that I've construct in my mind,

they evaporate in my throat,

dissolve on my lips.

My breath quivers from lack of speech,

caves in upon itself. 

A cold apprehension pricks,

sweeps over me,

a concoction of want and lack of power.

I summon my strength,

it refuses to come.

So, for now I remain silent,

after all, I'm no Hercules.

I'll recite them over and over,

the words I so long to say.

I'll stretch their muscles,

build them up,

make them mean so much more,

and maybe one day,

I'll find a power within,

and speak my mind

to your heart,

so close to mine. 

Ser Enamorado / To be in Love

Ser enamorado es volar en las alas de la aurora.

Es mirar los cielos con ojos nuevos,

es bailar en el camino de sueños.

Es todo lo que dicen,

es todo lo que imagines,

a tener brazos cubriendo y cuidando,

a tener la sonrisa del sol

enviado por ti.

Cuando tienes que cerrar sus ojos,

solo para absorber la perfección del momento.

Cuando rojas solo a tocar su mano,

Es a ser enamorado,

es guardar el mundo en sus manos.

To be in love is to fly on the wings of dawn.

It's looking at the galaxies with new eyes,

it's dancing on the path of dreams.

It's everything they say,

everything you can imagine,

to have arms surrounding and protecting you,

to have the smile of the sun

pointed right at you.

When you have to close your eyes,

just to absorb the perfection of a moment.

When you flush red with just a touch of a hand,

that is to be in love,

that is to cradle the world in you hands.

A Weeks Time

A week.

Seven days,

lagging on and on.

The clock pauses for dramatic effect,

but the alarm will go off soon.

The alarm to mark:

When our time is up.

When you are gone.

When a week is over.

How can I say all I need to

How can I get the thoughts straight in my head,

if I only have a week with you?

Will I even be able to speak at all?

I'm not ready, but I tell myself I am.

I have to be.

No options or solutions.

Only a week.

I'll play for you all the songs I know

Maybe you can sing them to Jesus when you see him.

I'll impress your memory into me,

like duplicating a key.

I wont ever forget you.

Your laugh,

your scent,

the way you always cry in movies.

But this isn't a movie.

So we don't have to cry.

I know it's only "see you later".

Even still, I don't have enough time,

to tell you everything that needs to be said.

Thank you.

I love you.

You mean the world to me.

You taught me so much.

How can I show you all of that

in only 7 days?

Dancing with Shadows

She sits and she stares out the window,
at the star that points her heart north.
She waits for him, for as long as it takes.
and lulls in a chair,
back and forth.

Never taking her eyes from the sky,
she knows his promise will be true.
She waits for a boy she only thinks she knows,
a boy with a mask
she cannot see through.

After forever's spent waiting,
she hangs her head, defeated.
A shadow comes near
to turn up her chin.

He holds out his hand,
as if to ask her to dance,
she accepts
but knows it's not him.

He pulls her in close,
they aridly sway.
Her waiting's in vain,
now she knows.

She sets her head gently,
on the hallow of a shoulder,
And dreams of memories,
while dancing with shadows.


The prompt was to write about Peter Pans shadow. Anything about it, how he came back for it, how it got left behind, a poem from it's perspective. I chose to write about how he was left, and how he comforts Wendy.

Tall Enough to See

Is the world coming down?
All I can see is crumbling bits of the sky.
Is the world collapsing in now?
Or am I finally just tall enough to notice?

Is everything caving in like the shaft of a mine?
Is the world as cruel as it seems?
Are all the lights and candles forbidden to shine?
Or are they just dim enough for the dark to consume them?

Do silver porcelain hearts really shatter everyday?
Why are we all drowning in pain?
It seems so sudden, the gloom and dismay,
but maybe I know enough to see it now.

Don't you ache for each other?
Cause I feel that I do.
Maybe i'm just too vulnerable for my own good.

Maybe the eyes of innocence are tinted with roses and greens,
Maybe the colors slowly fade away.
With each year, a new pain to be seen.
Maybe, just maybe, I've thrown away the hues,
only to see the world as it really is.

So if the world is really such an abyss of despair,
If the world only views each it's own,
Maybe there's no chance to fix or repair,
But I believe in a flood of light yet to be shown.

Nonexistent Borders and Lines

There are no limits to love, No box to secure it in

There are not lines, no outstanding boarders
No ends of the earth

Love has no limits, it walks a million miles every day
Only because it's love

It soars past galaxies, as far as existence can reach
Then it goes a little further

Love has no clock, It's a vertigo of time
Forever paused, forever in motion, forever recollecting

A limit to love defines it pretend.
Give it a wall, and you do not truly know it.

The love of loves has no limits.
It lives and dies for another's sake
It endures a million rejections, it lasts a million heartbreaks
Yet it is still love.
It carries the weak, it weeps for another's pain,
because it is love.
Because it has no limits.






The love of loves, The love of my Father and King in Heaven.

Times

Not a moment but a series,

The best and the worst,

The blissful and the breaking.

Life is not a moment.

There's No rewind,

No pause,

Jump ahead or,

See what's next.

Only wishes too.

The best memories are with you,

Almost all of them.

Under our branches,

Pretending the sky was our limit.

Forming the clouds as our dreams,

Watching as they sailed.

The perfect storm.

Your smile at me,

Our embrace,

The good times.

The bad times.

Our goodbye,

Your jabs at me.

The solitary dark.

Watching the rupture of

Our dreams formed as porcelain.

Not pretending you'd hit the limit.

Under the weight of this.

Almost all of these,

Are the worst times with you.

I only wish to,

See what's next or,

Jump ahead.

Not pause.

There's no rewind

Life is not a moment.

The blissful and the breaking,

The best and the worst,

Are not moments, but series.

Carpe Diem

"The future is promised to no one"
This has been said a million and a half times before, but I guess I'm truly just finding out how you never know which breath is your last. Things happen suddenly, and as much as we would like to think we are, we are not in control, but no matter what, we can put our faith that God is. One of my best friends lost someone special today, and she wasn't ready for it. I don't believe we can ever actually be "ready" for someone to be gone, from all we know, for good. What I do believe is that we were not meant to live our lives full of regrets and wishing things were different. So why not capture the moment and seize the day every chance you get?! What are we doing letting ourselves be lazy, not helping one another, and not doing things we wish we could do? If we aren't living life to the full, why are we living at all?

I remember someone remarking once that they would like to go to their own funeral to see who would show up, to see what would be said, to see what people thought of them. I thought it kinda silly at the time, but now when I think about it, it makes sense. Wouldn't a good way to go through life, weather your a Christian or not, be to keep the goal in mind that when you die you want people to remember what you did. Let's be honest, no one wants to go through life unnoticed and un-useful. We would all kill to look back on our lives after we had died and say, "Yeah, that was a good run. I made a difference for the better somewhere." Or have someone else say about us "That person had a good life, look at all the difference they made". All in all, it's not about us getting the glory for the difference though, it's that we had life enough in us to make one.

I think a lot of times people think that living life to the full is partying every Friday and Saturday and not caring about what people think of you, but can I ask, when was the last time you saw a drunk who was living for the weekend, who didn't give a flip about other's opinions and said to yourself "That person is getting everything they should out of life" (Hint: The answer is NEVER). Not caring what people think of you is so much different than putting what matters first, and pushing opinions not completely away, but aside. And not only that, but it's been shown over and over again, through years and years of history that we can't find our fill in Earthly things. Living life to the fullest should be defined as doing what your passionate about, and knowing your doing the right thing, and not making decisions that you could ever look back on and regret. We have to realize that we are not perfect, so of course we are going to screw up and regret some things, but instead of being confined and strapped to that regret, we should try and fix the situation, or let it go completely and knowing it's just a part of life, and being OKAY with it. Life isn't about being stuck in the past, it's about learning from it, so that we can improve our future, and hopefully the future of others too.

So stop sitting around and live! Carpe Diem! Viva la Vida! Amount to your total.

As you grow older, you'll find the only things you regret are the things you didn't do.  ~Zachary Scott


And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count.  It's the life in your years.  ~Abraham Lincoln

Gentle Thoughts

Glance to the side,

Glimpse through the window,

To a world far away,

Where no one knows me.

My gentle thoughts,

Take me drifting down,

A river of imagination

Where anything goes

Flowing so softly

The water within is so calm

Gentle thoughts turn

To a new scene in my mind

Overtaking my consciousness

My thoughts go where they please

Down a path, through a forest

Places most at ease in me

Day dreaming goes on 

Soothing to the soul

Nightmares prompted alone by darkness

Hidden places in my mind are where I most feel like me


The idea is that you read the whole poem normally, and then go back through and read just the bolded words.