There is a friend of mine
that I love tons for sure
because sometimes when I'm down
she has the perfect cure.
I can tell her lots of things
and I know she'll be here
to make me feel better
and to dispel my fear.
Sometimes laughter's a medicine
but serious talk is too
if you ask me what kind of friend she is
I'll tell you "this one's true."
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Dreams
Based on a true story. lol ;-)
I lay on my bed
and my thoughts grow,
from something small
to something more.
I drift off to sleep
with a smile on my face,
because I'm returning
to that special place.
I'm on top of a hill
with wings by my side
a board under my feet
I begin to fly.
below my snowboard
the earth whizzes past
and I just want this moment
to forever last.
I fly off the jump
and the board is gone
I'm soaring with my wings
in the heavens alone.
But something brings me
back down again
a scream in the throat
I try to refrain.
Something large and monstrous
tries to catch me
as I try hard
to just stay free.
The light from the heavens
dim and go black,
I can hardly see where I'm running
with the monster at my back.
My feet grow heavy
its too hard to run
all i want now
is to be safely home.
One dream turns to another
and suddenly I'm alone
I turn to see
a house so forlorn.
I would go in
but I know its in my dreams
it could turn sour
nothings as it seems.
I wake with a start
my dreams now a haze
already drifting from memory
hardly a daze.
I lay on my bed
and my thoughts grow,
from something small
to something more.
I drift off to sleep
with a smile on my face,
because I'm returning
to that special place.
I'm on top of a hill
with wings by my side
a board under my feet
I begin to fly.
below my snowboard
the earth whizzes past
and I just want this moment
to forever last.
I fly off the jump
and the board is gone
I'm soaring with my wings
in the heavens alone.
But something brings me
back down again
a scream in the throat
I try to refrain.
Something large and monstrous
tries to catch me
as I try hard
to just stay free.
The light from the heavens
dim and go black,
I can hardly see where I'm running
with the monster at my back.
My feet grow heavy
its too hard to run
all i want now
is to be safely home.
One dream turns to another
and suddenly I'm alone
I turn to see
a house so forlorn.
I would go in
but I know its in my dreams
it could turn sour
nothings as it seems.
I wake with a start
my dreams now a haze
already drifting from memory
hardly a daze.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The Glass Doll
Today my insides feel almost as hollow as the useless and invisible glass doll that sits outside all on its lonesome. Its not dirty, or broken, but it just doesn't get noticed.
Since its not yet spring really, its still cold. Well, it wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't so windy, or if she had a jacket on, but it is windy, and she has no jacket. She just has to wait till someone will find her from this temporary place she's sitting and takes her somewhere warmer.
Fragile and empty she watches as people mill about her, not really noticing. Some people look at her from the corner of their eye, but go away almost before they even came.
It kind of reminds her of the people that left her there. She wasn't quite sure what had happened. One moment she was with all the other glass dolls, all lined up and on display on the shelf in the warm house, and the next moment she was alone and cold.
Finally, someone noticed her, it was a young girl. She had many dolls in her hand, which made her jealous almost. But the girl was paying attention to her. She played with the doll for a bit, then she could tell the little girl grew tired of her. The girl swung her dangerously along heedless and careless to the poor glass dolls fragility.
A park garbage was all the doll saw before she was swung into darkness. She could feel herself breaking a little as the drop hurt the glass doll terribly.
It wasn't long though, till another girl came by the garbage can, she took the doll out and looked at her with soft kind eyes. She had noticed a couple cracks. The glass on the doll had not fully broken, but it would take alot to heal her fully to the former state of the white smoothness she had.
Almost like magic she took out some glue, and started gluing the cracks together. But before she had even finished she turned her back and ran.
If the doll had felt invisible before, it was tenfold now. If she had felt useless before, the poor doll was more so now.
None looked at the doll now, except the occasional person who only looked at her sad state with pity.
The glass doll wondered if she was not good enough to be noticed, or if she was in some way useless, so much so that none wanted her.
I'm pretty sure she would cry, but being only a doll, her insides were hollow. She felt nothing at all except the cold hollow ache inside.
Since its not yet spring really, its still cold. Well, it wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't so windy, or if she had a jacket on, but it is windy, and she has no jacket. She just has to wait till someone will find her from this temporary place she's sitting and takes her somewhere warmer.
Fragile and empty she watches as people mill about her, not really noticing. Some people look at her from the corner of their eye, but go away almost before they even came.
It kind of reminds her of the people that left her there. She wasn't quite sure what had happened. One moment she was with all the other glass dolls, all lined up and on display on the shelf in the warm house, and the next moment she was alone and cold.
Finally, someone noticed her, it was a young girl. She had many dolls in her hand, which made her jealous almost. But the girl was paying attention to her. She played with the doll for a bit, then she could tell the little girl grew tired of her. The girl swung her dangerously along heedless and careless to the poor glass dolls fragility.
A park garbage was all the doll saw before she was swung into darkness. She could feel herself breaking a little as the drop hurt the glass doll terribly.
It wasn't long though, till another girl came by the garbage can, she took the doll out and looked at her with soft kind eyes. She had noticed a couple cracks. The glass on the doll had not fully broken, but it would take alot to heal her fully to the former state of the white smoothness she had.
Almost like magic she took out some glue, and started gluing the cracks together. But before she had even finished she turned her back and ran.
If the doll had felt invisible before, it was tenfold now. If she had felt useless before, the poor doll was more so now.
None looked at the doll now, except the occasional person who only looked at her sad state with pity.
The glass doll wondered if she was not good enough to be noticed, or if she was in some way useless, so much so that none wanted her.
I'm pretty sure she would cry, but being only a doll, her insides were hollow. She felt nothing at all except the cold hollow ache inside.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Perseverance.
Random verse and rhymes me and Alyssa wrote together on msn. We speak in rhymes alot now.. its great fun. Sometimes we'll just start writing something that is actually going somewhere.. We did this a couple nights ago, and then I copied it from our chat history and edited it. Now its here on my blog.. :-)
Brit:
Getting through it all, keep looking ahead
to the one who holds your hand, and through these trials led.
He's there beside you, the whole journey through.
So you can keep onwards, and be always true.
Alys:
Beside you He will always stay,
and for you He'll pave the way.
He'll test you no more than you can bear,
and will see you through, He'll always be there.
Alys:
God knows all,
everything big and small,
He has an ultimate plan,
Brit: with every single man.
Brit:
So keep forever onwards,
with confidence in our Lord
that He will give us strength
to ever move us forward.
He knows what will happen
and that's a comfort to me,
that I can plunge onward
and its His plan to set me free.
Alys:
Persevere till the end and pray
He's with you, and in you all the way.
And though times seem dark and black
His love is there for us and there's nothing we lack.
Brit:
Each and every day, you can talk to Him in prayer,
He'll be merciful and just, but not always fair.
But its to our favor,
for we need a Savior.
To redeem us to life
and end all our strife.
We don't deserve whats given.
And how we've been forgiven.
So strive on, for He will hold you
and through it all He'll bring you through.
God sometimes lets us fall, so that we can have the perseverance
to get up and try again, for we know that He is near us
Brit:
Getting through it all, keep looking ahead
to the one who holds your hand, and through these trials led.
He's there beside you, the whole journey through.
So you can keep onwards, and be always true.
Alys:
Beside you He will always stay,
and for you He'll pave the way.
He'll test you no more than you can bear,
and will see you through, He'll always be there.
Alys:
God knows all,
everything big and small,
He has an ultimate plan,
Brit: with every single man.
Brit:
So keep forever onwards,
with confidence in our Lord
that He will give us strength
to ever move us forward.
He knows what will happen
and that's a comfort to me,
that I can plunge onward
and its His plan to set me free.
Alys:
Persevere till the end and pray
He's with you, and in you all the way.
And though times seem dark and black
His love is there for us and there's nothing we lack.
Brit:
Each and every day, you can talk to Him in prayer,
He'll be merciful and just, but not always fair.
But its to our favor,
for we need a Savior.
To redeem us to life
and end all our strife.
We don't deserve whats given.
And how we've been forgiven.
So strive on, for He will hold you
and through it all He'll bring you through.
God sometimes lets us fall, so that we can have the perseverance
to get up and try again, for we know that He is near us
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Opa
Hold him in your arms
and show him you care.
Surround him with peace
and let him know You're there.
Give him comfort
in his last days here.
Lord, keep him close to you
please keep him near.
Praying ever more for my Opa. <3
and show him you care.
Surround him with peace
and let him know You're there.
Give him comfort
in his last days here.
Lord, keep him close to you
please keep him near.
Praying ever more for my Opa. <3
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Peace..
The righteous perish, and no one ponders it in his heart; devout men are taken away, and no one understands that the righteous are taken away to be spared from evil.
Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death.
Isaiah 57:1,2.
Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death.
Isaiah 57:1,2.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
just me again. silly me...
How come I can't write good enough to satisfy my mind?
I search through my brains and nothing I find
is worth talking about or letting anyone know
I wish I could get my brain to work and go.
My poetry makes no sense to anyone but me
How is that supposed to set my writing free?
I can't think up anything worthwhile to write
Nothing I think of comes out contrite.
I wish there was some way that I could improve
something to do to me, something to move
I need some inspiration, but I just can't grasp
anything worthwhile anything to clasp
I need something to hold onto but no matter how hard I try
I can't seem to reach it. It makes me want to cry.
I feel sometimes down, and confusing thoughts fill my head.
It comes with me where'er I go, till I lay down in bed
even then it still haunts me as minutes turn to more
my head is so filled, there's no more room to store.
Dispel all my fears and put my anxieties to rest
and maybe my poetry, will turn out to be the best
I wish I was special, I wish people noticed me
I wish I were visible, then it'd be me they'd see.
I search through my brains and nothing I find
is worth talking about or letting anyone know
I wish I could get my brain to work and go.
My poetry makes no sense to anyone but me
How is that supposed to set my writing free?
I can't think up anything worthwhile to write
Nothing I think of comes out contrite.
I wish there was some way that I could improve
something to do to me, something to move
I need some inspiration, but I just can't grasp
anything worthwhile anything to clasp
I need something to hold onto but no matter how hard I try
I can't seem to reach it. It makes me want to cry.
I feel sometimes down, and confusing thoughts fill my head.
It comes with me where'er I go, till I lay down in bed
even then it still haunts me as minutes turn to more
my head is so filled, there's no more room to store.
Dispel all my fears and put my anxieties to rest
and maybe my poetry, will turn out to be the best
I wish I was special, I wish people noticed me
I wish I were visible, then it'd be me they'd see.
Monday, March 2, 2009
beauty in the small things
There's beauty in the simple things
the things we walk on past
we never take the time
and make each moment last
We just run out of the rain
instead of watching it glitter
as it dances to the music
of its tune pitter patter.
We don't listen to the birds
high in their place
their beautiful chatter
brings joy to my face
An intake of breath
in the fresh outdoor air
from being inside to outdoors
in weather so fair
To hear the laughter
and to see her face shine
as she looks upon him
being in love divine
seeing the simple shoots
of green sprouting from the ground
and the triumphant breakthrough
during spring all around
Have you ever stopped to wonder
why the sky is so blue?
Its so beautiful and vast
but acknowledged by few
Beauty in simple trust
of a child not many years
that can make him feel better
and dispel all his fears
A small flower peeking
through a bed of thorns an weeds
there's beauty everywhere
and shows us our needs
we need to see the beauty
so that we can glorify more
the one who has made them
and what He's made them for
the things we walk on past
we never take the time
and make each moment last
We just run out of the rain
instead of watching it glitter
as it dances to the music
of its tune pitter patter.
We don't listen to the birds
high in their place
their beautiful chatter
brings joy to my face
An intake of breath
in the fresh outdoor air
from being inside to outdoors
in weather so fair
To hear the laughter
and to see her face shine
as she looks upon him
being in love divine
seeing the simple shoots
of green sprouting from the ground
and the triumphant breakthrough
during spring all around
Have you ever stopped to wonder
why the sky is so blue?
Its so beautiful and vast
but acknowledged by few
Beauty in simple trust
of a child not many years
that can make him feel better
and dispel all his fears
A small flower peeking
through a bed of thorns an weeds
there's beauty everywhere
and shows us our needs
we need to see the beauty
so that we can glorify more
the one who has made them
and what He's made them for
trust
A small hand reaching,
for what he knows is there
a mothers hand to respond
not just thin air.
Closing your eyes
and to be led
with only your guide
to watch where you tread
I only have a small amount of time to post these days... But just some random things that I have been writing (once again) off the top of my head in my spare time.
for what he knows is there
a mothers hand to respond
not just thin air.
Closing your eyes
and to be led
with only your guide
to watch where you tread
I only have a small amount of time to post these days... But just some random things that I have been writing (once again) off the top of my head in my spare time.
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