dark was the night, darker than nights past
a mist, a fog, crept slowly
and wrapped the town around its arms
cold was the wind that blew
colder than any wind that passed
everything was still
the silence was ghostly
the moon, full and yellow
an eerie feeling blanketed everything it saw
and there I stood at the cemetery
watching everything unfold
a blur in a sea of dust
cover the world with sadness
but the light always finds its way
and hope springs once more
I choke in silence for no one hears my plea
Death welcomes me longingly with open arms
Still the touch of dawn awakens me
I surrender the fight for I can no longer bear the weight
Yet something or someone always…..always
puts my feet back on the ground
I breathe again, start all over again
But this time hoping to be stronger and better equipped
for the next battle is fast approaching
Is God still showing me love
As He looks down from above?
He silently sheds a tear
as He longs to be near.
To be His child is my true calling,
So why am I continually falling?
The Sinner’s eternally cry,
For their broken wings just cannot fly.
Now I long to change…that’s what I say,
But why is it that I won’t pray?
What is it going to take
To finally make me break?
Where is that longing fire
That showed my true hearts desire?
What will be the final cost
If I forever am lost?
I still am crying out to be free,
But is this my hearts true plea?
I have it all right in front of me,
Still my covered eyes cannot see.
Source: A Sinner’s Plea, God Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-sinners-plea#ixzz2gsgmj5sK
Doesn’t notice, doesn’t mind
So why do I even bother?
Some people see the chemistry
The one that you never do.
Runaway or try to hide
There’s nothing else I can do
Been here before
Oh so many times!
I think I’ll get myself out
Before I drown again
Friends for life, you and I
Seeing each other eye to eye
We argued but never fought
When in need, each other we sought
I could not ask for more
We’re friends for life, only because we can’t live forever.
Tall, dark and nothing but bones
A skeleton walking
Beats a dead man who tells tales
Beautiful! They say
But all I see is a hungry zombie
Famine seems to have struck it
Drought has absorbed all the water it had within
Worse, most people want to be like them
Most people want me to be like them
Others have been played and their mind wasted
They fall into the pit of doom
where nothing but skin and bones reign
Skin and bones,
Skin and bones,
Do you really want to be like one?
The answer should be easy
Exam was coming and I had to study
Could not wait for a study buddy
Had to work hard to get good grades
Had to do this on my own, without anyone’s aid
So I took my book and flipped it open
But Math was too hard that I sat there frozen
I took the next book that I could find
Science was of no help to my confused mind
I tried History, but alas to my fears!
I was “this” close to tears
I gave up in trying to study
I think I’ll just wing it,
that would be a lot easier.
what good is a smile if it is fake?
better a frown if the emotion is real.
what good is the beauty if it s a façade
of an uglier attitude?
better called ugly face yet a heart of gold.
what good is a crowd and nothing but enemies?
better to have one friend who is true
I’d take one apple than a hundred made of plastic
at any given day
what’s real is better than the fakeness shown by many
she peered into the endless void
not knowing what lies ahead
nonetheless she took each careful step
with faith inside her heart