Wednesday, September 28, 2011

sometimes
i walk under
those branches
and moss
covers my eyes
like lashes
other times
i hear your voice and
i cant breathe
its so strong
heavy on my ribcage i see you
in the hall
as i
unshackle
a prisoner
from room 249
my hands keep slipping off the metal
but you touch them
and help me unlock
someone
im not sure
eating hotdogs for days
is wrong.
45 seconds and
im off
fit a bite in
onto the map
clock round map
white like chalk
starring
tick tock.
im not sure now
what to say
when
i cant look at you
and i want to.
oh, i want to.
ill walk
quiet like Sandra
and Elizibeth
and keep on
eating my thick slices of fear
so i dont have to be
anymore.
eating hotdogs
to keep me alive
if that's what it takes
nothing in my pocket
but a couple of mistakes
and closed
plastic
doors.
and "we didnt need you
today."
but its okay
we'll do
what it takes
she says on the phone
as i try not to tear
they come anyway though.
get up off your floor
you've never been alone
little girl
youve never been alone.

Mirrored Poem for class (If I Were In Charge of the World!)

If I were in charge of the world
I'd cancel goodbyes,
Soggy french fries
bed times and also
Joel Ostien.

If I were in charge of the world
There'd be chocolate milk IVs,
bubbles instead of fog, and laughter would be a language.

If I were in charge of the world
You wouldn't have disappointed
You wouldn't have "too much"
You wouldn't have "not enough"
Or alone.
You wouldn't even have cold toes.

If I were in charge of the world
A car would be a horse.
All walls would be chalkboards.
And a person who sometimes forgot to keep it cool
And sometimes forgot to finish "to dos"
Would still be allowed to be
in charge of the world.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Psalm 130




















1Out of the depths I cry to you, O LORD!
2O Lord, hear my voice!
Let your ears be attentive
to the voice of my pleas for mercy!

3If you, O LORD, should mark iniquities,
O Lord, who could stand?
4But with you there is forgiveness,
that you may be feared.

5I wait for the LORD, my soul waits,
and in his word I hope;
6my soul waits for the Lord
more than watchmen for the morning,
more than watchmen for the morning.

7O Israel, hope in the LORD!
For with the LORD there is steadfast love,
and with him is plentiful redemption.
8And he will redeem Israel
from all his iniquities.


Monday, September 12, 2011

wow...glancing up on my desk


God doesn't want us to know the future, He wants us to know Him. He wants us to trust Him to guide us into the future one step at a time.

-Omartian

My times are in your hand.

Psalm 31:15
..."there was no one there to see, for if there is one thing more certain than another, it is that the development of hinds' feet is a secret process, demanding that there should be no onlookers."

-Hinds Feet on High places p59

Sometimes obeying God- can look to others like you are doing nothing.
Will I still obey?


M- I don't want to be excited. I could be crushed
L- you shall never love then.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

pound in again
like the point steel
of a nail
slipping deeper into
the skin
deep within
and to a core.
I want
and nothing more.
but now it creeps in
again
making my insides
green
i bend over in two
i cant i cant
let my heart win.

Followers