Friday, March 9, 2012

Welp.


It is very rare that I write when I am in an extremely good mood.
I mean, who has the time to write when you're bouncing around as if the moon's atmosphere has come to earth.

Not that I'm in that state currently, but I am indeed sipping coffee on a lovely afternoon and pondering an event. And if you continue reading, you will find that you have stumbled upon a somewhat smiling conversation in my head.


Thank you, friend.
You have been most encouraging, beneficial and needed. Yes, needed.
You see, one may occasionally need a lift, a smile, a ridiculous happening.
A nudge to breathe, a reminder of spring.
Spring, where one dismisses the bitter and cold.
A lightheartedness. A grin. You see? Be silly for moment, it cannot hurt.
I am grateful for your response.
Relieved that you've not put another weight on my shoulders.
That you let me go on when all the others pull me down, guilt my heart.
Many speak words, few remember and hold to them.
You've proven yourself true.
Thank you, friend.




Monday, February 27, 2012

deserving of lowercase

your newly constructed house
paper thin and pretty
it sits in the sky
nothing beneath
you stare past the view
of the castle below
it's grounded
your home
yet burns

you're blind

Friday, January 6, 2012

Should you shrink.


Waffle. Flake. Bananas. Nuts.
Oh, the commonalities.
What are you afraid of?
The height is still as high, the second time as the first.
Should you shrink from such sights?
Just as well.
Shrink.
For the end will bring ease to you.
Ease and a far less treasure.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Happy Place

In time, keeping time
Make it so I don't think
Wait for a signal, follow, repeat
Throw in a surprise
The challenge of not thinking
Not anticipating the next step
Mind unengaged, distant, calm
Heart numb and careless
A step, a spin, a tailored move
The charm of leaving behind
If only for awhile




Thursday, December 8, 2011

A shade painted untrue

Eh.
There ya' are
Few and far between
Only there when you wanna be
Or not, maybe it's me
Maybe my hesitant heart
Maybe the part that's pain
And that past paints you
It paints a shade of distrust
The shade that makes me run
I'm sorry for that
The selfish is me

Ps. 62


"Trust in Him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us."

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Conversation

"But what if he's not my best friend?"

"Then I won't send him."