When I received that phone call,
a piece of my broken heart died with you.
I had never felt so small,
so lost to what I could not undo.
I've carried this for too long.
I need to let go of my regret.
I'm tired of being strong,
but to forgive is not to forget.
I'll always know the sadness,
the anger, the tears, and pain of grief.
I'll remember the darkness,
and my false hopes; just wanting relief.
But before I can start to make amends,
I must forgive myself, or the cycle never ends.
That's when it's always the best
When I least expect it,
don't see it coming,
then suddenly
HUG!
Holding on as hard as you could
At first, there is surprise,
but then, all at once, I find
comfort, support, and love
In that moment, there is a
release of stress and pain
because I know you care
That single action holds meaning,
speaks volumes
I can bring down my [walls]
because I feel safe and reassured
that nothing can reach me through your arms
Something so easily overlooked
Something I took for granted until too late
Because I would move worlds
to get just one hug from you n
Where am I from, you ask?
I am from sunshine,
from windblown grass and green landscapes,
from purple lilies and yellow roses.
I am from the clear night skies,
and vast, spectacular, galaxies of stars.
I am from the lone maple and the row of apples
coming to colorful life in autumn.
I'm from movie nights and road trips,
from campfires and good times.
I'm from the inside joke wars
and the I'm-just-sayings.
From keep-on-dreamings
and ten pounds of fun.
I'm from lifelong neighbors
and everyone is family.
I'm from foreign lands and fairy tales,
magic and happy endings.
From the hopeless romantic
and where's your sense of adven
My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after bubbles because you'll only end up with a shoe in your butt." I never quite understood his advice until one Easter, I was gardening with my best friend Holly. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was gigantic and spooky sounds came from deep within. Holly saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!
Few know
that there's a dark place
- in my heart -
Most take one glance
and only see the polished surface
They see an innocent
But
Underneath lies a broken soul
who's world was shattered
Their lives go on
while I'm left trying
to piece mine back together
It will never be the same
There will always be a scar,
like a fire across a blackened land
Few know
But those who do
give me the strength
to embrace the memories
A brief, shining light
reaching through my darkness
When I received that phone call,
a piece of my broken heart died with you.
I had never felt so small,
so lost to what I could not undo.
I've carried this for too long.
I need to let go of my regret.
I'm tired of being strong,
but to forgive is not to forget.
I'll always know the sadness,
the anger, the tears, and pain of grief.
I'll remember the darkness,
and my false hopes; just wanting relief.
But before I can start to make amends,
I must forgive myself, or the cycle never ends.
That's when it's always the best
When I least expect it,
don't see it coming,
then suddenly
HUG!
Holding on as hard as you could
At first, there is surprise,
but then, all at once, I find
comfort, support, and love
In that moment, there is a
release of stress and pain
because I know you care
That single action holds meaning,
speaks volumes
I can bring down my [walls]
because I feel safe and reassured
that nothing can reach me through your arms
Something so easily overlooked
Something I took for granted until too late
Because I would move worlds
to get just one hug from you n
Where am I from, you ask?
I am from sunshine,
from windblown grass and green landscapes,
from purple lilies and yellow roses.
I am from the clear night skies,
and vast, spectacular, galaxies of stars.
I am from the lone maple and the row of apples
coming to colorful life in autumn.
I'm from movie nights and road trips,
from campfires and good times.
I'm from the inside joke wars
and the I'm-just-sayings.
From keep-on-dreamings
and ten pounds of fun.
I'm from lifelong neighbors
and everyone is family.
I'm from foreign lands and fairy tales,
magic and happy endings.
From the hopeless romantic
and where's your sense of adven
Few know
that there's a dark place
- in my heart -
Most take one glance
and only see the polished surface
They see an innocent
But
Underneath lies a broken soul
who's world was shattered
Their lives go on
while I'm left trying
to piece mine back together
It will never be the same
There will always be a scar,
like a fire across a blackened land
Few know
But those who do
give me the strength
to embrace the memories
A brief, shining light
reaching through my darkness
No matter where I am
No matter what happens
I know I can count on you
You don't realize
You don't know
How far I'd fallen
into that dark, lonely place
It's been a long way back
but I kept following your voice
Every day we spent together
I was that much closer
to being myself again
Your smile bright as the sun
Your laughter music to my ears
Your love all I ever needed
Thinking you didn't make a difference
Yet all this time
being my guiding light
It's been said
You can't be loved
until you love yourself
I know otherwise
To be loved is for
someone to accept
every part of you
No matter how many flaws
you may think you have
When you look in the mirror
and begin to see what they see
in you
You suddenly know
how much of you
is worth loving
feeling lost
feeling sad
wishing I could understand
WHY?
so short and simple
yet deep and impossible
not enough hours in the day
to fit all the pieces together
such a weighted question
could hold me down
for the rest of my life
it's up to me to break the chains
to let go
to move on
why I can't is another question
another
broken
battle
Come, listen, history tells the story of the darkest night
A place where life meets fantasy, heart, and blood
Where time is quiet under beautiful, private eyes
And space and harmony are scared and gone
Blistering flames move blazing and unavenged
Beauty makes promises to the soul to provoke death
Anger is the master of those lovely and saved
Forgotten elders speak loudly of truth
Distance makes the world a small, shinning joy
Artwork picks up the pieces of liberty in crisis
Grand, dramatic warriors stand locked in the stars
Pride is a land diminished, waiting and black
Yes when reason sneaks free, only then can we see
Anyth
tick, TOCK
TICK, tock
Passing the time is hard
with you on my mind
TICK, tock
tick, TOCK
Must stay busy,
must keep moving,
so much left to do,
cannot stop now
tick, TOCK
TICK, tock
No time left
to remember
when I last
saw your smile
TICK, tock
tick, TOCK
Time leaves me behind,
stopping for no one at all
Behind me lurks your shadow
It bides its time,
waiting to catch me
- alone -
in the dark
To remind me of better times
(Life was simpler then,
when hope still existed)
I know, I feel when it reaches me
My walls crumble,
leaving me to remember
what I had tried to forget
There is no escape
from my haunted memory
Until
I turn on the lights
then turn away, cold as stone
My walls rebuilt, I move on
with your shadow close behind
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1. If you could only listen to one song (or band) for the rest of your life, what would it be?
I could listen to Daughtry forever
Over the last week, I've found myself... happy? I don't know. I've actually felt like myself, which hasn't happened in so long. I even posted three new poems, dedicating them to some of the most important people in my life. I feel like I can write again. Like I have some of my old motivation back. We'll see where it goes.
Imagine being a parent. Someone brakes into your home. They forced your children to kill you. Your son is forced into a child army. Your daughter is forced to be a sex slave. They have no choice. They have no voice. They are the invisible children.
For us it is difficult to imagine what this is like, but we all know this is wrong! Sadly, this does happen. There is a man out there forcing children to kill their loved ones. A man by the name of Joseph Kony. Whats even worse is that no one knows about him. 99% of the world doesn't know who this monster is. He is completely invisible. To this day he is still out there committing these crimes, an