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You can’t find the words to describe me.

I am known and unknown to you.

I am a familiar face and a stranger at the same time.

You think you know me but you are doubtful.

You look for the slightest touch of familiarity but it’s not there.

You stare and wonder and ask yourself

“Who is she?”

Posted in miscellaneous, original


He stared and so did I

Familiar in many ways yet unfamiliar in between

Somewhere we might have crossed paths

In a place familiar and the same

But my mind can’t find where.

We stared at each other

Transfixed for a moment

Everything that seemed familiar never came

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Torn apart…
Nothing left but ashes
Ashes turn to a speck of dust…
Dust settles in the wind
Gone in an instant
Never to be remembered

Nothing lingers…
Everything, everyone is forgotten
Forgotten and lost in time
Time quickly flies, your face fades
Yet you remain unseen to the world
Unrecognized and unknown

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Ignore the scars, the battered face

In darkness I unfold but never to be seen

Unknowing passersby stare straight through

Yet they do not see

And they never will

For I fade into the backdrop and blend unto dilapidated buildings

I am a mere shadow ignored all the time

For I seem unimportant


My movement is silent, unseen and unknown

Like a whisper so silently noisy

A phantom I am, for all not to see

Invisible to the naked eye


I am a shadow

A wanderer

A secret that remains buried

Ignored by the times

And will be forgotten before ever being remembered

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The Train Bound For Nowhere

It was raining hard deep inside of me

I didn’t know where to go

I walked where my feet took me

‘Til I reached the platform of Unknown


I took the train, wherever it went

so did I

Restless nights of a nomad

On a train with faceless, nameless people

Bound to everywhere, anywhere and nowhere

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No Time To Pray (I knelt to pray)

I knelt to pray, but not for long,

I had too much to do.

I had to hurry and get to work

For bills would soon be due.

So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,

And jumped up off my knees.

My Christian duty was now done

My soul could rest at ease …

All day long I had no time

To spread a word of cheer,

No time to speak of Christ to friends,

They’d laugh at me I’d fear.

“No time, no time too much to do,”

That was my constant cry.

No time to give to souls in need

But at last the time, the time to die.

I went before the Lord, I came,

I stood with downcast eyes.

For in His hands God held a book –

It was the Book of Life!

God looked into His book and said

“Your name I cannot find. I once was going to write it down…

But never found the time”

-Author Unknown-

Posted in loss / death, original

The Great Unknown

in death i become whole

where in life i was in pieces

broken and unrepairable

contorted with dismay

holding out a hand for shelter

lost in the unforgiving sea 

never to be recovered

but i become whole


in silence i am heard

i shut my mouth, i’m mum

the more i am heard

past the hurting, past the shadows

i become something more 

i shut my eyes

i see the light

and yet i am still heard…and seen


in life i’m broken

where in death i’m whole

i don’t understand why

it’s just the way it is

Posted in faith, favorites

Footprints in the Sand

One night a man had a dream. He dreamed
he was walking along the beach with the LORD.

Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene he noticed two sets of
footprints in the sand: one belonging
to him, and the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.

He noticed that many times along the path of
his life there was only one set of footprints.


He also noticed that it happened at the very
lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he
questioned the LORD about it:

“LORD, you said that once I decided to follow
you, you’d walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life,
there is only one set of footprints.
I don’t understand why when
I needed you most you would leave me.”


The LORD replied:

“My son, my precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you.”

 – Mary Stevenson

A note about the poem’s author: It’s been so long that this poem’s author was written as “unknown” or “anonymous”. Many have claimed this to be their own. Browsing the web, I found this website about Mary Stevenson who claims to have been the author of this wonderful poem. Though I’m not sure if it’s true, I’d like to give her the credit nonetheless as (true or not) she has not been credited enough for composing such wonderful poem. The version I posted is different from that of the website as this is the version I am more familiar with. (Here’s the website if any of you are interested:
Posted in original, self / self esteem


While others look for fame and longs to be known

I prefer to stay in the background

not minding to be outshone

I attain glory with diligence and patience

and celebrate in glorious silence

As everybody else wants to be the star

they’re ready to do anything, I mean anything

no matter how bizarre

 I on the other hand, work the backstage

finding it a little strange

that not many likes to manage and pull the curtain

I thought that it would be fun,

I was quite certain

They write their names on every page

on every wall they can find

 But I leave my canvas blank, I really don’t mind

Because I find it marvelous

to see the work signed as anonymous