a short story written in poetic form about youth and loss.
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Butterflies & Centipedes
Falling in love is a scary thing.You never notice until it's too late.Water drips and sends ripples, some feel like storms of thunder and others like waves- lapping at your feet.Your heart begins to beat again- well it always beat, but you forgot it's rhythm.And again you listen to it's gentle tune.Around him it beats … Continue reading Butterflies & Centipedes
Angel’s Tears
The sky fills with clouds a warm gray, the Sun tucks away, blanketed behind His fluffy comforter.And cold droplets fall down like angels' tears, rejoicing for renewed life.Grass blades drown out, soaking up each tear deep within their roots. They grow tall, reaching towards the sky, singing and praying; praising His name.Flower petals drip cold … Continue reading Angel’s Tears
Time & Trees
Leaves fall off the trees, raining down like rubies and diamonds beautiful in all their color.Time passes and the trees sit bare, stripped of their splendor and dormant til spring.Time plays its roll, a harbinger of life and death, bringing with it the ceasing of winds and the gentle brush of new breath.We fear it's … Continue reading Time & Trees
I Pray the Worst for You
I pray that you will experience poverty and pain, jealousy and anger, sorrow and wrath, heartbreak and disgust. I pray you will experience all of the sorrow and pain you can because without these emotions you can never truly begin to understand their counterpart. Without rain we can never miss the sunshine, likewise without sorrow … Continue reading I Pray the Worst for You
Death is a Close Friend of Mine
Death is a close friend of mine.I know him well,But I'm still not quite used to the ringing of his bell.He shows up,However unexpected, Cooly, always calm and collected.He perches on my doorLike a bird,Sitting and waiting,Quiet and unheard.His wings lift up black and feathered, quickly and untethered.And away he flaps those wings, all as … Continue reading Death is a Close Friend of Mine
Smiling Faces
We should be nurturers. We're supposed to be a community. We're supposed to listen, to talk with others. To ask, "How was your day?" But when they say, "I'm fine," we're supposed to keep talking.You look into their eyes when they smile or they laugh, through those little window panes. But sometimes- sometimes they're not … Continue reading Smiling Faces
A Missing Piece
Genesis 1:31 NASB "God saw all that He had made, and behold, it was very good." This is the start of time as we know it for life on Earth. The very beginning to all you see today. At this point in time, God had yet to make me or you. One can think we … Continue reading A Missing Piece
Books Are Easier to Read Than People
Books are easier to read than people.Words on a page hold more merit than expressions on a face.Lines and stanzas and paragraphs.They have form, linking together to form coherent memories. But people- they make no logical sense.Their decisions are fueled by hidden motives.Their faces pose as masks, the closest contender to showing their true expression.Mouths … Continue reading Books Are Easier to Read Than People
Focus.
Brain is screaming,My head is spinning.Words fly through my thoughts;An endless garble of chaos. I hear someone calling my name-Ooh, is that a butterfly? No. Focus. Keep focus.Pay attention. Listen. Focus.Psychology is the study of-Crap, did I forget my homework? I think I have an essay due on Monday- No. Stop it! Listen.Focus your thoughts, … Continue reading Focus.
Spaceship Thoughts 