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There was a time
were the moon shined
and the flowers bloomed
and the birds sang

But the forest burned
in drunken rain
and the ashes melted
until the wasteland came.

My forest is gone
and with it my hope
but sometimes when
 the sun is right
I pretend I can hear
the birds happy cries

Smile

People used to throw words

Like knives at me

They cut me deep

And I would bleed

So I took their spears and

built a fortress

in my head.

Nothing anyone said or did

Could burn it down.

I camped away from people

In my palace of stones and words

And nothing could touch me.

But then something broke through.

It wasn’t the weapon I could deflect so easily

It was her smile

And my fort crumbled with it

Inside my palace of words and lines

I died at the hands Of valentines

Quote

"Things you perceived as shortcomings, you realize are just you. You accept [Your] flaws and stop fighting yourself."

     -Sarah [Groff] True, Elite USAT athlete, and Olympian

Moonless Nights

When the night dawns
and the moon doth not shine
the stars twinkle as bright.
Even when the bright
silhouette hides his face,
or glares at Venus,
The multi-suns hold
the earth in their warm light
and whisper love

Contradiction

In this urban forest
this small square
of natural metropolis
can survive only
because of the
constant care
giants give to
it.

With Giant hands
giant care is
mandatory
with small hope
nothing can happen

Just some thoughts

My brain was racing today.
And it came to something
outstanding.
Apparently in the ether of
thought sits a single notion
that blows all others away.
I have always wondered why
pain exists. But today
in the forest I found the answer.

Recently, I have spent time pondering
the fact that I wouldn't know death with
out life and light without darkness.
From this, the answer evolved.
How can I know how blessed I am
the day I walk into Heaven, if I don't
know what life is like without Heaven?
God our petty lives be filled with darkness
and pain so we can truly worship the light
when we do come to the light.
But how can I say that God Loves me
if He allows pain into my life?

A couple years ago I started really thinking
about what love means. I mean my family
loves me, and God loves me, but what is Love?
I guess I started realizing that girls were pretty
cool, and i started thinking about love on a deeper
level then simply familial love, or preached love.
Like love, where I would do anything, give my life,
to them. This is where the ideal of letting no harm
come to our loved ones. The idea is simple, a person
who loves me wouldn't let the darkness touch me.
So why does God, who claims to love me, let pain
into my life? The answer I think is the fact that God's
Love isn't something we humans can understand.
God lets pain into our life for one reason, because He
loves us. Life in Heaven would be perfect, but
we can only believe that after we have lived in this
dark, dark world.  

Stop

Time doesn't stop
Even when I can't
 handle it anymore
When the heartbreak
is too real, and
the forgiveness is
too far away.
Even when the
fire, and the pain
burn to close to home
and the darkness only
grows, time never stops.
It marches to brokenness.
Something I am already.

Patchwork

I am a mismatched
rug of ripped rags
and broken glass
with holes filled in
with lost papers
and forgotten promises
I am a product of mistakes
but so is everything is
this messed up
no good earth