Thursday, December 31, 2015

Darkness

My arm flails forward
I strain to feel
Darkness ahead
It seems

I need to feel
I need to see
Don't feel like rising
From this agony


Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Two Melodies

Hand in hand
Toe entwined around toe
Heart to heart

I sang high
You sang low
But never was a more perfect note.

Endless summer nights
But even the hot wind
Didn't blow our notes away.

No two snowflakes are the same
But ours fit right into each other
Two melodies
Blend in perfect harmony.


Eheh cheesy much?

Saturday, December 19, 2015

May I Have This Dance #2

May I have this dance
one more song with you
May I have this song
Just one last time

Do you remember how we used
 to frolick without a care
In the hot white sand.

I still remember

How could I forget
The way we sang in perfect harmony, two melodies
How could I forget
How we danced the night a
way.
Even the wind seems to say

May I have this dance
One more song with you
May I have this song
just one last time

Our hearts are burning
Our souls trembling.
We will have this dance
Before goodbyes.




A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.




Thursday, December 17, 2015

I live in a box.
And every day, not many enter.
I sometimes stick a finger or toe out.
And then you'll see me.

Other people have shown themselves to each other.
And I peek out of my box enviously.
I go to the parties and see new friendships born.

But I am not usually part of it.

You see,
I have spent my days absorbed in myself.
I am too self-centred.

And my heart longs for somebody to care.
For somebody to pull me out of the box
And embrace me in my truth.

But you see,
I don't open my box
Because I am guilty.

I am guilty of the times where
I have been absorbed in a story
Not giving a friendship my best.

I am guilty because I am next to never somebody's shoulder to cry on.

I am guilty because I claim to follow Christ
But I don't love the people around me.

I am guilty.
And that, is why my box remains closed.


Maybe it's time to open it up.
Maybe it's time to care about someone else for a change.
I stand alone
I feel the sand blowing in my face
But I don't feel courageous.

My weaknesses,
They scream.
My mask,
It thickens.

I am waiting for a new song
God, I know my feet are weak.

You call me to rise and dance
My fears You wash away.

And here I am
Teach me, I pray.

For this dance is a new one,
A crazier one, a wilder one.

The music changes
The scene is new.
I can't do this alone.

Listen you say,
To the beat of my drum

Take my hand
And I will waltz with you.
A new dance, a new song,
I know you long for beauty.

I will dance with you.

But I wonder.
Could it be?
I have pushed away too many times.

My feet danced to a different beat,
I have failed.

Can I dance again?
Please help me to try.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

A dance

Toes pointed, she jumps
A twirl and she lands

She feels free
Amongst the roses
Amongst the thorns
The pain doesn't bother her

The pain within is stronger
It waits to break forth
It waits to be obliterated

The pain will be gone

The pain is as clay
It builds up in her
Dirty and useless

But as she dances
The pain is molded
The clay in the hands of the Great Potter

Now she is dead
She mingles with the ashes
She and they as one

She waits
She waits
Her pain suppressed.

And still the dance goes on

Dance dear child, dance
Let the voices go away
I hear your pain
I see the ashes as your kin
And I see the pain clay.
For tomorrow,
the pot awaits.

The tale of an introvert.

The tale of an introvert.
I am an introvert.

I am scared to be myself.
Cause 'myself' just isn't that amazing.
I trip over things.
I am blur.
I tend to not know stuff that normal people do.

I am an introvert.

I am now sitting in a room.
With my amazing relatives outside.
Why am I not out there with them?
I don't know how to act.
I feel so awkward.

I hate socializing.
But the funny thing is, I like spendinh time with people.
I just don't want to be with people

Ugh. Bye.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

May I have this dance?

I lay me down on the ground
I feel the shreds of my being pulled
Pulled, pulled
Relief and then dread
Hope disdained

I know my course
But I am tired
I know the road that is mine
But it is crippled by my pride

May I have this dance
Just one song with you
Will you take my hand
I'll bring you to new lands

Let this song last to eternity
May it never stop or pause
I have come to make you rise
Above the heights, above the sky

You lay down on the ground below
And glance at passing feet as they go
You would rather stay and breathe the sand
But i beseech you to stand

May I have this dance?
Just one song with you
Will you take my hand
I'll bring you to new lands

Amen.