Words on a page are poetry,
Words in the mind are thoughts.
Sharing both can set you free
But hiding your heart will not.
Words in the mind are thoughts.
Sharing both can set you free
But hiding your heart will not.
Words on a page are poetry,
Words in the mind are thoughts. Sharing both can set you free But hiding your heart will not.
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You miss a step
And fall back down, You miss a step And touch the ground. You miss a step And put at stake All the world For beauty’s sake. You miss a step And try to rise But cannot find a hold. You miss a step And burn your hands Reaching in the cold. You miss a step And slide three back Into the endless dark You miss a step And try to rise But the clouds have left their mark. You miss a step And cry in fear, You miss a step But no one hears, You miss a step And come back round- You miss a step And the world falls down. I liked you.
There- I said it. Do you think I could have meant it? I must say- I knew reality Would not Always be kind to me. But when we Last spoke- Really spoke- You told me The truth. It’s good I did Not place my hope in you For you were as Distant as the clouds. I must admit- I thought at least That we would Always be friends. But now I see That we perhaps Were never friends at all. If it were Just me and you- Would you Speak to me then? It’s good I did Not place my hope in you For you were as Distant as the clouds. I never said it Until this moment- Perhaps I should have Spoken sooner? If your friends Were not around Would you still Be so arrogant? It’s good I did Not place my hope in you For you were as Distant as the clouds. Your friend on your right Spoke in your ear And from your mouth Came words of Dismissal. It’s good I did Not place my hope in you For you were as Distant as the clouds. All I asked Was for you to speak. It’s good I did Not place my hope in you For you were as Distant as the clouds. You are but a child, But when you grow up- Perhaps we can be friends? Darkness creeps behind me-
Every step reminds me Of all it took to get me To where they won’t forget me. How can I go on When I cannot forget? How can I live on When death follows in step? Please do not forget me! I just want you to love me! How can you despise me? Even I despise me. My past follows my heart And leaves a mess of glass. The shadows cling to my heart And spread it on the grass. I have a little shadow- She follows where I go And makes sure I remember The pain that’s found in snow. Start with a whoosh,
And a breath, And a sigh. End with a whoosh, And a breath, And a sigh. Take off, Leave the ground And soar through the air. Land On the ground With a sad farewell. Start with a whoosh, And a breath, And a sigh, And take to the sky. Splash!
The first drop touches down, Glistening in the sun Like the greatest King’s crown. Brushing the earth, Cracked and dry, It satisfies the soul And is pleasing to the eye. The second drop hits, Flying to the earth, Buried in the ground, Encouraging new birth. The dust rises, Trying to greet the rain As the sun rises And smiles on the plain. The dry ground, Parched for a drink, Lifts up its face At the sound of each “plink” As the droplets slow And then disappear, The sweet smell rises Like a sweet spring of life Why do you weep, oh weeping willow?
Why do I weep? I, the weeping willow? I weep for the son of mankind Who was killed on my kind. Why do you sing, oh stone of the earth? Why do I sing? I, the stone of the earth? I sing for the son of the LORD Who could not be stopped, though his blood was poured. Why do you laugh, oh flower of the field? Why do I laugh? I, the flower of the field? I laugh for the Savior, who came to save. He defeated death, and cheated the grave. Then why do you weep, oh weeping willow? Why do I weep? I, the weeping willow? I weep because the son of mankind Has left you behind. Then why do you sing, oh stone of the earth? Why do I sing? I, the stone of the earth? I sing for the son of the LORD Who gave you his Word. Then why do you laugh, oh flower of the field? Why do I laugh? I, the flower of the field? I laugh for the Savior, who cheated the grave, Who came as a child, and came to save. Then why do you weep, oh weeping willow? Why do I weep? I, the weeping willow? I weep for those of mankind Who refuse the son of mankind; Those given his word, The word of the LORD, And still refuse To hear the good news; For those damned to hell, With Satan as well- The one to whom their souls they did sell And so will be sent to the fires of hell. What should I say?
What should I write? I open my mind, But it opens a fight. It rages to And rages fro. I cannot stop, I have to go. When will this battle Come to an end? When will my thinking Clear and ascend? My thoughts are my own, But my thoughts care not. They throw me to and fro As I jump from the pot. Out of the pot And into the fire. My mind runs away As the flames rise higher. I open my mouth, Then close it again. I hope for a chance To raise my pen. I have nothing to Say |