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What is a friend without trust?
What is trust without belief?
What is belief without love?'
To protectTo protect the Thing within me,To protect by *Christianonfire7
Setting a shield around It.
Binding It tightly in my grip,
Claiming to myself, to others;
That It is built, formed, growing in me.
I'll give my life, to simply hold It,
I'll give It all of me.
To see It face to face,
For Its birth will be beyond belief.
|Poetry of the past, 2010.|
The day dusk did not sleep.
You stepped into my life when those bullies haunted me,
You stood in front of me and clenched your fist.
Told them to back off and leave me alone,
They feared you, so they obeyed your warning.
Once they were gone you turned to me,
Took my hand and helped me up.
Then looked into my eyes,
And captured me with your smile.
That was the day the mountains shook,
The day when the oceans went silent.
When time stood still for the very first time.
When the colors in the sky didn't change from that golden ray,
painted with those pinks and purples.
It was the day dusk did not sleep.
You slide your hand in mine,
Made it clear for the who
My sinI bow at His Throne,
And praise how I love Him so.
I write poetry to infuse words so divine
To show Him that I mean each line.
I rage about sin in a holy confession
Tick tock tick tock
But my confession is this,
I'm the sinner needing Salvation.
I down talk the other sins,
But mine is the biggest.
For it consumes my very being.
Tick tock tick tock
'I love him.' I try to tell God,
Like that would make Him understand.
That He can bypass me and my shame.
I'm fooling only the naïve part of me.
So I roll up this newspaper, pretend
Pretend like the headlines don't matter.
But its screami
I spit bullets and speak daggers.
Your shields are your only defense,
Against these words that kill like a disease.
A sad tell.
Sobs broke free
'...Put her down.'
Winter loveTwilight on the California beach,
the soft cry of seagulls filling the air.
Sand crabs dancing beneath my feet,
as the low lure of the waves draw me in.
Hand gliding through the surf, flowing
with the strength of the deep, grasping
unto the tip of a feather.
That’s when I remember you the most,
your frantic scream breaking me from my daydreams.
“Are you crazy lady? It’s thirty degrees!”
Those words, they continue to run their course.
Stepping from the ocean, blackbird feather in hand,
I turn to look at you, to see that dumb founded gaze.
“You don’t know the half of it.” I laughed.
Winters are unlike
Signed, yourselfDear Jamie:
I don't think you realize how much you've changed in the past five years.
Let me take you back to the early summer of 08, you had everything you needed, you didn't want anything more (well maybe a pony, but you always wanted one of those.)
Your best friend was always just a paved street away, such a small defining line between true friendships. All it took was the desire to spend time with her and you could walk from your yard to hers in a matter of seconds. She was your best and truest friend. The first real friend you ever had, the first girl friend you could trust.
Don't worry dear your tears are safe with me; just let you
Impossible LoveYou said it’d work out, -with a little patience-
Comforted me with those arms of steel.
I guess it was easy to believe your faith –in us-
But honestly I’m filled with too much doubt,
to ever see the possibility.
I heard the knock rasp against my oak wooden door; swallowing hard I set the coffee mug down and walked over to open it, smiling in welcome up at you. With all my complicated emotions I couldn’t help but feel my heart skip a few beats.
“Hey baby.” Your words echoed in the chamber of my heart, rattling it like a bird locked in a cage. Stepping into your out stretched arms I wrapped mine around your
Script BFAFADE IN:
INT. ON A HILLTOP IN THE MOUNTIANS - COLD NIGHT.
Forest of trees stretch on all sides of a steep grassy hill; the wind blows through the trees, echoing a whistle across the dark starry night. A lone owl hovers overhead a few seconds before disappearing into the thicket beyond the branches.
Sarah (16) stirs in the saddle of a large black sleet stallion horse. He neighs restlessly and paws at the ground but holds his position on the height of the hill, alert.
Suddenly a horse and rider trots forward from the shadowed trail until the moonlit sky brings them into light. The horse climbs effortlessly up the hill and halts next to the