Sometimes you just gotta find an old friend and whistle.
November 29, 2014
November 28, 2014
November 26, 2014
For people like us
The grass listened - she trimmed, her fingers gentle daggers
The sun embraced - she absorbed, her eyes dim-lit drapes
The wind whispered - she heard, her ears barren caves
Look
Instill
S
Torn
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Trust God.
November 24, 2014
November 23, 2014
In e s s e n c e
Souls of pressed petals
some still silken with dew
Faltered whispers
arduously reaching
illuminated by repetition
tried by shame
harnessed and transparent
Solace
November 22, 2014
M i l e s t o n e s
I wasn't so sure before, but now I am.
My hair put on a millimeter last night.
I'm more loyal than you think I am.
November 21, 2014
November 20, 2014
In [the] S P A C E
Do you see this?
If you do, then that means you probably care enough about me to go through the trouble of figuring it all out.
You see, things like this are always one-sided.
You get to see all these parts of me, but what do I see of you?
If you do, then that means you probably care enough about me to go through the trouble of figuring it all out.
You see, things like this are always one-sided.
You get to see all these parts of me, but what do I see of you?
It doesn't matter what I get.
I just can't stop giving.
I guess you can say I have a lot of coded secrets.
Maybe next time you see me, you'll act as if you haven't even discovered this blog, my coded secrets...
And maybe next time I see you, I'll act as if I don't know that you care enough to figure me out.
But in the end, it's always just the same.
We all just want to be understood, don't we?
I guess you can say I have a lot of coded secrets.
Maybe next time you see me, you'll act as if you haven't even discovered this blog, my coded secrets...
And maybe next time I see you, I'll act as if I don't know that you care enough to figure me out.
But in the end, it's always just the same.
We all just want to be understood, don't we?
November 17, 2014
November 15, 2014
Inhibited
Jesus stooped down, and with his finger wrote on the ground, as though he heard them not.
And again he stooped down, and wrote on the ground.
And they which heard it, being convicted by their own conscience, went out one by one, beginning at the eldest, even unto the last: and Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst.
WE GET TO MEET HIM
November 14, 2014
Solo
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apud
November 13, 2014
Emit time
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"When?"
"When?"
"Pick the right one."
u n - h i n g e d
There's always more past coded brows,
Spurred into a netted complex of "ifs" and "can'ts"
chilled wreaths wound in a nest
so intwined - "no - too entwined".
She was archaic anyway.
Just gasps of blue mused dust.
November 12, 2014
November 10, 2014
Kindness
There is no end to the good we can do, to the influence we can have with others. Let us not dwell on the critical or the negative. Let us pray for strength; let us pray for capacity and desire to assist others. Let us radiate the light of the gospel at all times and all places, that the Spirit ofthe Redeemer may radiate from us.
In the words of the Lord to Joshua, brethren, “be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God [will be] with thee whithersoever thou goest” (Josh. 1:9).
- President Gordon B. Hinckley
November 7, 2014
November 5, 2014
e x h a l e e l a h x e
Eyes tired and weary with a film of porcelain veil,
breaths - slow, deep, lone, and fading
The only sigh that kept her high -
thoughts of a growth: wood root - would wind
Eyes deep and darkened by agonizing ties
kept only by the grave demise
Someone withered and blown
with hair perfect just for a throne
Sincerity, truth, and sanity the same
endured through the blackest of black domains
Never to look and never to reign
lifted only for once for leaven so plain
Lift me up, oh Son of God.
Bear this pain I've known for love.
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