Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Theatre Sonnet

We had to write this for school, and though hopelessly cheesy and the rhyme scheme doesn't completely work, I love it.

Soft twinkling lights caress my honest eyes,
I never know to speak until I’m back,
My life no longer mine, my love, my prize,
Soon whisper into understanding black.

Sweet passion pulsing through my speech,
Soliloquy as natural as dust,
Brick layered walls still number three,
The fourth transparent solely to the just.

Soon song melodious or silent thought,
Rebound throughout my lovely theater home,
Then sneaking through the basement not yet caught,
In blissful hums its heart does beat in tune.

My true identity is found not here
But in my everlasting love appear.

Definition

Definition
What are words without
Connotation?
Worthless filling,
Easily broken.

What defines me?
A word?
A man?
A friend?
An action?

But the thing that
Defines me,
I cannot defile
With words,
For it is
Glory beyond
Glory
Splendor beyond
Splendor
Grace beyond
Grace
And
Love beyond

Love.

arm and heart

arms are warm. molding, and soft.
but, what do they really mean?
how do they really help?
why do they even help at all?
When I feel dejected, rejected,
alone. They don't help.
At least, not really. Not at all.
They can't love. they can't help me love.
you dont' really help me through hard times.
nobody does. i just need someone to
BE who i need. who will love me unconditionally.
who will SEE me. so when i want to hug Go
d. so when i cry, and cry, and cry some more,
because i CAN'T understand, and i CAN'T see,
and i CAN'T love like i'm supposed to,
i can be with the being who KNOWS. and know,
that his arms are not there for a reason.
because his heart is strong enough to heal my deepest wounds,
and get me back on my feet to fall right back down again.
When she hurts me. When he hurts me.
When they all hurt me.
He kisses my bleeding knees, and sends me
down the road again. with his arms, on my shoulders,
and his heart in mine.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

I Don't Really Know

I don't actually know why I even wanted to start a blog. It seems kind of cliche' and introverted. I guess I really am both of those. Then again. I don't really know what either of those things are. I don't really know alot of things. I don't know why my mind works the way it does. I don't know why people think and act the way they do. I don't really know who God is. All I know is that life, people, and God are all so simple, I can't even begin to wrap my little mind around their infinite intricacies.