DoorsWhen the door of happiness closes, another opens. But often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.More Like This
There is a light from the door
It calls me over more
But the door I was walking to
Gave happiness in an unforgettable hue
They say when one door closes another one opens
As though someone opens it for us
But often the one that opens closes it with our own fuss
So when that door to my happiness is shut
I find myself so alone and cut
I long to stare at that closed door
The cold seeps to my core
I just want to stare
As long as I can bare
No one ever wants to let go
The boat flows down without row
And yet where is that other gate
Its light grabs onto my fate
But my feet only stay in front of my own
I scratch at the crack at the bottom
Hoping to reach the warm love of that autumn
I scream and cry as I glare
The world so cruel and unfair
Tears stain my face
As though my face had met the sting of mace
I just want to get to my place
You Miss EverythingYou missed the tears behind my eyesMore Like This
As you boomed on my door.
You missed the crushed spirit that
You've turned me into.
When you slammed my door shut,
Those tears you provoked fell
So I looked up Scripture about verbal abuse
Because that was what you were doing.
I found a wonderful verse I'd seen before.
It was Psalm 34:18 and
It goes something like this:
"The LORD is close to the brokenhearted
And saves those who are crushed in spirit."
When I finished reading I could see nothing
Because of my tears.
I picked up my Bible and highlighted the verse
And wrote at the top
"He is and He does."
You may already be past saving.
Is that why we grew apart?
Deaths Diary (Entry 25)More Like This
In my job, grief is a common response I get. I am paid with tears and remorse for a job that I myself find difficult and heart wrenching. I think the most painful part of it all for me is that I didn't have to exist! If it hadn't been for the Great Fall of Man, I wouldn't have ever been here. Yet, here I am. So who do you have to blame? You point fingers at me and shout curses to my face and spit at my feet; however, when your stop and think about the reality of it all, who made me? Who brought me here?
You have no one to blame but yourselves.
I apologize. I have not been in the best of moods lately. I few days ago, I came to visit a young girl who committed suicide. By her bed lay a diary that was detailed in how much pain she had been going through. On every page that I had time to skim through, all I saw were her thoughts of pain, depression, and remorse. Apparently, I had visited a dear friend of hers not that long ago and she had slipped into a depression because
4.25: I've Got it WrongWhat if, today, You spoke my nameMore Like This
And I was unaware?
What if, last night, You held me close
With love I cannot bear?
What if I face, without a smile
A world that needs me to?
What if my anger, all my tears
Should not be aimed at You?
What then? I have no other choice,
I find, but to endure.
Yours is the greater, selfless love
And mine is the impure.
What if I was Your broken jar
And light shone through the cracks?
Would you then let the love return
And beauty to come back?
I've no more left: I'm spent, I'm done;
No music to my song.
But Your reply, in tenderness
Suggests I am all wrong.
Call It SweetHe placed his hand gingerly on theMore Like This
gossamer swarm of bumblebees
raising honey from the clay;
his fingers curled slightly as they
accepted his flesh like petals
under nightfall lacking nectar.
Life was built under the
shade of his palm extending from
a trunk with one
quiet, pulpy heart.
When morning awoke with the sunrise,
its yellowed mosaic of wax
had branched up his arm:
he was nature (un-moving,
immutable, so sweet that sweat
could just drip from a stranger
extending his arms to embrace you).
made a fist and pulled neatly away,
stung and laughing with amber sugar
crystallized on his skin.