It's her darn eyes.
Planted in summer. Dormant in heat. Watered and nurtured without a peep. . Neighbors gossip and lovers creep. Talk of why the seeds still sleep. . Summer passes and flowers die. Neighbors trim and lovers cry. . In the crispness of winter snow, taut green shoots break from limbo.
Somewhere in the scope of the entire universe a lone soul is experiencing life from a perspective his eyes can only see. The cold wind blows and whips around the silhouette of his shrunken form; he makes his way through the thickness of earth’s furious flurries. White against black, it seems as if the entirety of his universe is in opposition to each heavily placed step. . As I placed my...
2 Corinth 10:5
“Casting down imaginations; and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ.”
Hand on heart. Let’s trade. I’ll take yours. and give you mine. . This space is empty a wasteland of the body a gap worth breaching a hole almost breaking . Take all that I am. Go with me to the the waters help me cast the stones. For you said no one will remember them at the bottom of the sea.
A man of two hearts
I once met a man of two hearts. in the mirror. he looks at his reflection. reflects two different compositions. . A man so strongly nice and friendly in appearance. Inside, a different picture, of a man uninhibited, inconsiderate of social interference. . Heard a saying to follow your heart when most follow fear how do our hearts appear when we we talk of love? . A man of two...
Under star light, whispers gently, romantic fire bright, dances to no music, but the fire, in our heart. . Heavily unguarded, unbridled, unafraid, hearts whole, and completed, in God and each other. . Dances to no music, but the music in our hearts. . Oh but a longing, just a vision, and a fantasy.
i might pass out.
We are all orphans, if we don’t know our Father. We are all children, wishing to go farther. . We are all dead, if we don’t know our Mother. We are all children, saying more than a mutter. . Bring our wilderness soon, Oh! we’ve gone under, Our hearts so greedy, need to be sundered. . Bring our desert sand, so we may dry out, Screams will come from this holy...
Talk to Me
Talk to me, Talk to me about the glove, over your heart. Talk to me, Talk to me about the darkness, over your charts. The snow caught up to me, The winter of November, Left my heart frozen, I thought it that thawed but I died.
Can't deny the past. Caught up to me.
I went sailing. I went bailing. I almost drowned, In the storm. I found someone. In a place no one knows. In a place called the Northern Shore.
Capture my sparks they’re dying out. City lights glowing in the suffocation of snow. My heart has turned to stone. . Capture my tears they’re falling out. Small town lamps in the suffocation of soul. My heart has turned to stone. . Capture my blood it’s flooding out. Small house flickers in suffocation of the whole. My heart has turned to groan. . Rend me ...
because the iPhone is boss.
I bleed for the orphan I bleed for the widow My heart has been broken thrown through a window. Take my life and break it down Take my life and reck the town. Take my life and move the world Take my life. . Never have I wanted to die. But now I can only cry. For the widow, the orphan, the dead. Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead! But I scream I haven’t died. They said...
Left in the bottom of the sea, I found myself and see, I had sunk deeply. Couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t grasp, I was cut, and I bleed. My thoughts fell, as they bore, the weight of unbearable gravity. Thoughts too deep to speak, spoken over and over. Like dice in my mind. Rolling and rolling, over in my head. I found peace. Under a tree. The most deepest...
Little Tin Gods
31 Then the Jews took up stones again to stone Him. 32 Jesus answered them, “Many good works I have shown you from My Father. For which of those works do you stone Me?” 33 The Jews answered Him, saying, “For a good work we do not stone You, but for blasphemy, and because You, being a Man, make Yourself God.” 34 Jesus answered them, “Is it not written in your law, ‘I said, “You are gods”’? 35 If...
Eh well I'm kind of re-outlining my short story so...
Chapter 1: The Boy Awakens
********************** read the prologue first ;D ********************* Again, screams were belted. This time, however, they came from a boy named Timothy, who lived in a little house on Percy Street. “Agh!” Timothy sat straight up in his bed. A beam of moonlight streamed through an icy window, illuminating the boy’s widened eyes. The boy’s entire body was covered in sweat that made his eyes...
Prologue: The Boy
I know that i have been writing some about this random story story I started. I have taken a bit of a break from posting stuff on the story, but I will be posting more shortly. Officially, this is the first part: The Boy. (Prologue) …………….. “Agh!” the young boy screamed as he clutched a jagged rock, his body dangling...
The Boy (Pt. 3)
The struggle had ended with a single splash. Dark waves crashed on the rocks as if they were to say, “We deny any recent devourment of certain persons or possible dragons that were flying this evening.” Lightning streaked across the sky searching for signs of life in the waters. Thunders called out hoping for a response. No sign. . Although it seemed death had consumed the...
The Boy (pt. 2)
The boy’s seemingly limp corpse plummeted into the depths below. Jagged rocks crouched below the surface of the dark waters below. The boy’s eyes tight shut, he spread his arms out like an eagle. The boy fell faster and faster. The rocks that were once dots became giants waiting to gobble down what ever befell them. Suddenly, a shadow appeared in the fog....
The Boy (pt. 1)
“Agh!” the young boy screamed as he clutched a jagged rock, his body dangling over an abyss of ocean. The boy pulled himself closer to the cliff-side. The dirt-brown hair covered his tears and his gritted teeth. His hair seemed to keep scratching his eyes as the wind beat his bony frame against the rock face. . Was it determination that kept the boy climbing? Or, was it the...