The blue and white crashing down, round, and up on the shore, peaceful flight and inner sound, always asking for more, surreal noises slip in my ears, sweet cool calm breezes eases my fears, I ask nothing of the world around, Happiness as the surf does pound, clear of crazies and their philosophy, their lack of intelligence and sympathy...
Bubbles, Giggling tickling your toes like champagne, tickling your nose come, come with me says the peaceful sea you swim swim swim under you go down down down, you can almost touch the ground its peaceful a bit of heaven, you may say you wish you could stay but your breath runs out your lungs starts to scream starts to shout up you go and that moment has faded and your back to life, looking at those same old faces, so jaded life is only but a second you blink and you'll miss it
I wrote this poem but it doesn't necessarily mean it's how I feel, here it goes:
That moment you said goodbye A mortifying feeling came to my mind; The room was spinning Souls stopped breathing The ground was shaking Nothing could stop the aching The clouds were crying Love was breaking The music stopped playing Memories were leaving The stars were falling Dreams were fading The walls were screaming You had always been faking The sun was sleeping Hearts were bleeding The flowers were dying Seas were drying The tears were slipping I… I, was missing
My life, This paper is it. My God who looks upon me, wonderous and glorious as he is, gives shape to my paper. He designs perfectly placed, measured lines so that I may fill my paper and do with it as I wish. He beckons me to write the promises of love the only He gives and fulfills. He longs to see my paper as a love letter to give praise and honor and glory and ownership of my heart to the Almighty Page-master.
But what have I done with this most precious gift?
I've turned it upside down, ripped it, scribbled it, stained it, wet it, crumpled it, trashed it, neglected it, almost lost it but found it last minute, opened it, flattened it out, looked at it and thought: "God, how did I let this paper get this way?Is this what happens when I don't give my letter to you?" And then I understood very well. Although this paper isn't completely perfect anymore, it is the perfect love letter that was and is longed for. "Her God it's yours..."
Words and thoughts, left unsaid, Deeds and things, left undid. We come and go, placing ourselves outside The hearts and lives others. They try and try, but still we run and hide.
Why is it that we hold out on those who mean the most? Why is it that we brag and boast? Why bother ourselves with petty things? Why can't we just enjoy the happiness that God brings to us?
We all need something in our lives, something good, But yet we evade doing the things we should. Instead of work we play. Instead of taking each moment, we waste the day away
But I say, no more. Let's hold each precious moment as it is, before its too late. Lets enjoy the good things God brings into our lives.
Dedicate myself to thee, 0 Lord, my God, this work I undertake Alone in thy great name, and for thy sake. In ministering to suffering I would learn The sympathy that in thy heart did burn. Take, then, mine eyes, and teach them to perceive The ablest way each sick one to relieve. May faces smile on many a sufferer's bed. Touch thou my lips, guide thou my tongue, Give me a work in sermon for each one. Clothe me with patience, strength all tasks to bear, Crown me with hope and love, which know no fear, And faith, that coming face to face with death So I shall wake refreshed, with strength to pray, Work in me, through me, with me, Lord, this day.
Do you see?
ReplyDeleteThe blue and white crashing down,
round,
and up on the shore,
peaceful flight and inner sound,
always asking for more,
surreal noises slip in my ears,
sweet cool calm breezes eases my fears,
I ask nothing of the world around,
Happiness as the surf does pound,
clear of crazies and their philosophy,
their lack of intelligence and sympathy...
Mother"s Day memories:
ReplyDeletebefore she even knew me
she loved me
gave me the live i treasure so much
she is my mom.
For all the childish miss behaviors
for all the mistakes i've made. Jose Espada
she held me every time i felt
she was always there went i needed her
For everything you've have done for me
and on this mother's day
i want to tell you that i love you
mom, your the best.
Sony Antron
ReplyDeleteBubbles,
Giggling tickling your toes
like champagne, tickling your nose
come,
come with me says the peaceful sea
you swim swim swim
under you go
down down down, you can almost touch the ground
its peaceful
a bit of heaven, you may say
you wish you could stay
but your breath runs out
your lungs starts to scream
starts to shout
up you go and that moment has faded
and your back to life, looking at those same old faces, so jaded
life is only but a second
you blink and you'll miss it
Anigiselle Regis
ReplyDeleteI wrote this poem but it doesn't necessarily mean it's how I feel, here it goes:
That moment you said goodbye
A mortifying feeling came to my mind;
The room was spinning
Souls stopped breathing
The ground was shaking
Nothing could stop the aching
The clouds were crying
Love was breaking
The music stopped playing
Memories were leaving
The stars were falling
Dreams were fading
The walls were screaming
You had always been faking
The sun was sleeping
Hearts were bleeding
The flowers were dying
Seas were drying
The tears were slipping
I… I, was missing
Noel Collado
ReplyDeleteLife in a Letter
My life,
This paper is it.
My God who looks upon me, wonderous and glorious as he is, gives shape to my paper.
He designs perfectly placed, measured lines so that I may fill my paper and do with it as I wish. He beckons me to write the promises of love the only He gives and fulfills. He longs to see my paper as a love letter to give praise and honor and glory and ownership of my heart to the Almighty Page-master.
But what have I done with this most precious gift?
I've turned it upside down, ripped it, scribbled it, stained it, wet it, crumpled it, trashed it, neglected it, almost lost it but found it last minute, opened it, flattened it out, looked at it and thought:
"God, how did I let this paper get this way?Is this what happens when I don't give my letter to you?"
And then I understood very well. Although this paper isn't completely perfect anymore, it is the perfect love letter that was and is longed for.
"Her God it's yours..."
Justin cruz
ReplyDeleteWords and thoughts, left unsaid,
Deeds and things, left undid.
We come and go, placing ourselves outside
The hearts and lives others. They try and try, but still we run and hide.
Why is it that we hold out on those who mean the most?
Why is it that we brag and boast?
Why bother ourselves with petty things?
Why can't we just enjoy the happiness that God brings to us?
We all need something in our lives, something good,
But yet we evade doing the things we should.
Instead of work we play.
Instead of taking each moment, we waste the day away
But I say, no more.
Let's hold each precious moment as it is, before
its too late. Lets enjoy the good things God brings into our lives.
Jennifer bruno
ReplyDeleteDedicate myself to thee,
0 Lord, my God, this work I undertake
Alone in thy great name, and for thy sake.
In ministering to suffering I would learn
The sympathy that in thy heart did burn.
Take, then, mine eyes, and teach them to perceive
The ablest way each sick one to relieve.
May faces smile on many a sufferer's bed.
Touch thou my lips, guide thou my tongue,
Give me a work in sermon for each one.
Clothe me with patience, strength all tasks to bear,
Crown me with hope and love, which know no fear,
And faith, that coming face to face with death
So I shall wake refreshed, with strength to pray,
Work in me, through me, with me, Lord, this day.