What love is this?
You gave Your Only Son
And shed Your blood
For Your people
What love is this?
You love the world
Even being dark and sinful
And turning its back to You
What love is this?
You gave us Your Word
You give us Your love
You give us Your spirit
You give us Life
Who are we
That You thought of us
And planned our lives
Before creating the world?
Who are we
That You are always with arms open,
With a heart that's ready to love,
And a cure for our problems?
What love is this, tell me
Teach me about it
Let me feel it deeply
Show me Your wonders
Your perfect plans have no end
And Your dreams for us continue
Even if we overlook Your desires
You never turn away from us
This world is becoming darker
With each passing day
But You came with the Light
With the Way, the Truth, and the Life
And You showed us mercy
You showed us forgiveness
You showed us true holiness
What love is this?
I will live asking
What love this is
That the Father has for us
And for the world
That lives for Him
And breathes His Works
I will live giving thanks
For the family I've been given
For the healing He's given
For the blessings in my life
The growth He has allowed me to have
And the Life he gave for us
I will live my life
Because of Him
I will live my life
For Him
Because He loved the world so much
That He gave His one and only Son
So that no one perishes
But has eternal life in Him
He cries with us
He laughs with us
He loves with us
But He especially heals us
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This is a christian poem. It was inspired by a couple days filled with blessings from God. There were two occasions where I prayed for I think half an hour in those days with a group, and there were preachings along with those prayer moments in those groups. The preaching really touched me, but what came into this poem are the words I said while praying. The phrases that really touched me that I said while praying were "What love is this?" and "Your perfect plans have no end." The talk about healing was one of the preachings. When I said "What love is this?" while praying, I kept imagining a dark sphere that represented the world. I kept wondering how God could love that... How can He love people who spit at His Words and laugh at the sound of His Names and Love? But that's why He's God, and that's why we praise and worship Him. In conclusion, this poem was influenced by a couple days of God, and the words that came out of my mouth to praise and glorify His Name.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Miss Mystery
I'm gonna go
Find that special one
Go running towards her
That mystery girl
When I see her, I'll know
We'll look at the stars
And walk down the beach
And feel the burning in our hearts
I'll meet her parents
And she'll meet mine
And whether they like it or not
We'll live lives intertwined
That day won't have an awkward kiss
That day will live in eternal bliss
I'll see that angel fly slowly down the aisle
And know she's meant for me
I'll find her, that girl
I'll solve this mystery
And in case I don't find her
I just hope she's looking for me
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This poem was a spontaneous one, I think that makes two by now (july 19). By "spontaneous", I mean I wrote it while I was writing on my blog out of nowhere. Both were made right before I got off. The first one is "These Tears" and, obviously, this is the second. I was talking about that girl that liked me but never told me, and realized I had urges to go out with girls I see (not in a normal way). It could have been because I missed my opportunity with the February Girl (that's what I call her), so I want to take every chance I get, but it could be something else. So I was just about to finish the post and wrote "I'm gonna go", but then I thought of it in another way when I read it over. I thought of it like "I'm gonna go do something," not "I'm gonna get off." Also, "We'll live lives intertwined" is from another poem of mine and the "awkward kiss" thing is from that same poem. I thought it fit quite nicely in this one.
Find that special one
Go running towards her
That mystery girl
When I see her, I'll know
We'll look at the stars
And walk down the beach
And feel the burning in our hearts
I'll meet her parents
And she'll meet mine
And whether they like it or not
We'll live lives intertwined
That day won't have an awkward kiss
That day will live in eternal bliss
I'll see that angel fly slowly down the aisle
And know she's meant for me
I'll find her, that girl
I'll solve this mystery
And in case I don't find her
I just hope she's looking for me
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This poem was a spontaneous one, I think that makes two by now (july 19). By "spontaneous", I mean I wrote it while I was writing on my blog out of nowhere. Both were made right before I got off. The first one is "These Tears" and, obviously, this is the second. I was talking about that girl that liked me but never told me, and realized I had urges to go out with girls I see (not in a normal way). It could have been because I missed my opportunity with the February Girl (that's what I call her), so I want to take every chance I get, but it could be something else. So I was just about to finish the post and wrote "I'm gonna go", but then I thought of it in another way when I read it over. I thought of it like "I'm gonna go do something," not "I'm gonna get off." Also, "We'll live lives intertwined" is from another poem of mine and the "awkward kiss" thing is from that same poem. I thought it fit quite nicely in this one.
Could It Be?
How many hearts must I break
How many faces should I remember
How many hands should I hold in mine
Until I find Her?
Could it be the one passing by?
Could it be that quiet, gorgeous girl?
Could it be my vice?
I wish I knew
I wish I could know
Which one I can hold forever
Which one I should whisper to at night
Which one?
But why should I worry?
I'm way too young
I have my friends
And they'll keep my company
I don't trust myself
Maybe I'm not ready
I could let myself into someone's heart
Just to realize I want out
Those broken hearts should hold on
Hold to the best of the memories
While I try to forget
That I abandoned them all
I wish I could say sorry
I wish I could make happiness
But it happened already
And there's no turning back
Why do I write these words?
Why do I need to shed these tears?
Shakespeare was wrong
I wish I never loved at all
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This poem is full of questions in it, so a title that is a question seems to work just right. It was the second poem made in school in Brazil, and it was a continuing expression of my sadness towards the situation with the girl who liked me but never told me. I thought about how hurt she must have been, and at the time I was talking to an ex that basically hated me and says she can't have a healthy relationship after me. I was annoyed that I had to go through all of this junk and then I had to let another girl down with this. I listened to John Mayer and really liked, and cried to, "Clarity" and "I Don't Trust Myself". Then came the first part of the poem, and the rest along with it.
How many faces should I remember
How many hands should I hold in mine
Until I find Her?
Could it be the one passing by?
Could it be that quiet, gorgeous girl?
Could it be my vice?
I wish I knew
I wish I could know
Which one I can hold forever
Which one I should whisper to at night
Which one?
But why should I worry?
I'm way too young
I have my friends
And they'll keep my company
I don't trust myself
Maybe I'm not ready
I could let myself into someone's heart
Just to realize I want out
Those broken hearts should hold on
Hold to the best of the memories
While I try to forget
That I abandoned them all
I wish I could say sorry
I wish I could make happiness
But it happened already
And there's no turning back
Why do I write these words?
Why do I need to shed these tears?
Shakespeare was wrong
I wish I never loved at all
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This poem is full of questions in it, so a title that is a question seems to work just right. It was the second poem made in school in Brazil, and it was a continuing expression of my sadness towards the situation with the girl who liked me but never told me. I thought about how hurt she must have been, and at the time I was talking to an ex that basically hated me and says she can't have a healthy relationship after me. I was annoyed that I had to go through all of this junk and then I had to let another girl down with this. I listened to John Mayer and really liked, and cried to, "Clarity" and "I Don't Trust Myself". Then came the first part of the poem, and the rest along with it.
Invisible Colors
You could have kissed me
You could have told me
No one could have known
How I wish I did
It was that loving month
In which it all started
But how was I left out?
You forgot to mention me
We could have made it
We could have been one
Instead of two strangers
Gazing at each other’s eyes
It wasn’t your fault
We were both too scared
You left
But I never stopped you
I wonder if I’ll ever see
The endless blue ocean
That lives in those crystals
Those precious stars
Ever again
I was wrong
You were wrong
But together
We were right
Will I ever be able to touch
That skin that floated by?
Will I ever be able to glance
At your cherubic face again?
I know I didn’t fight for you
But I wish you had for me
I wish those crystals would have looked back
And shown me their true colors
Now only time will tell
Only the future has the answer
To the fatal question
Of what would have been
And what might be
Without knowing it
You soldiered on
But I noticed your march
And saw wings
Without knowing it, you broke it
But it’s better to know
That we had an invisible something
Than believe we had nothing
From here, I have invisible tears
For our invisible selves
And only prayers that you come back
To make us see each other
Transparent hearts
How tiring
Secret glances
How frustrating
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It all started with a gorgeous girl at my school who was leaving when the year ended. I thought she was really pretty, but I thought she didn't like me and I thought it wouldn't go anywhere, so I made nothing of it. On May 31st (the day after the last day of school), she sends me a message over the internet and tells me she liked me since February. She said she never told me because every day she thought "no, today isn't the right day" and on graduation day she looked for me but didn't have much luck. On the last day of school, I left early and she saw me leaving and wanted to say she liked me but she was already crying from the emotion of moving so she decided against it. I was so shocked with this news that I thought it was a joke at first. I had to read the message multiple times before I took it in, and I... overreacted. I cried and thought that if she had told me, we could have had something. I even wrote another poem. But that's another poem for another post.
You could have told me
No one could have known
How I wish I did
It was that loving month
In which it all started
But how was I left out?
You forgot to mention me
We could have made it
We could have been one
Instead of two strangers
Gazing at each other’s eyes
It wasn’t your fault
We were both too scared
You left
But I never stopped you
I wonder if I’ll ever see
The endless blue ocean
That lives in those crystals
Those precious stars
Ever again
I was wrong
You were wrong
But together
We were right
Will I ever be able to touch
That skin that floated by?
Will I ever be able to glance
At your cherubic face again?
I know I didn’t fight for you
But I wish you had for me
I wish those crystals would have looked back
And shown me their true colors
Now only time will tell
Only the future has the answer
To the fatal question
Of what would have been
And what might be
Without knowing it
You soldiered on
But I noticed your march
And saw wings
Without knowing it, you broke it
But it’s better to know
That we had an invisible something
Than believe we had nothing
From here, I have invisible tears
For our invisible selves
And only prayers that you come back
To make us see each other
Transparent hearts
How tiring
Secret glances
How frustrating
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It all started with a gorgeous girl at my school who was leaving when the year ended. I thought she was really pretty, but I thought she didn't like me and I thought it wouldn't go anywhere, so I made nothing of it. On May 31st (the day after the last day of school), she sends me a message over the internet and tells me she liked me since February. She said she never told me because every day she thought "no, today isn't the right day" and on graduation day she looked for me but didn't have much luck. On the last day of school, I left early and she saw me leaving and wanted to say she liked me but she was already crying from the emotion of moving so she decided against it. I was so shocked with this news that I thought it was a joke at first. I had to read the message multiple times before I took it in, and I... overreacted. I cried and thought that if she had told me, we could have had something. I even wrote another poem. But that's another poem for another post.
Those Stars, Those Eyes, And
I recommend taking a whole breath out loud wherever you see three little dots. Go on; you know you want to.
That night
That morning
And all the time inbetween
That we spent together
That dress you wore
Those earrings I gave you
That smile I love to provoke
And those lips... those lips
Stars seemed to fall from the sky
Into your eyes
And for a moment, heaven and earth
Were woven together for us
While you were in my arms
While my eyes drowned into yours
While you said three words
And those lips... those lips
Fire seemed to burn in my blood
And beat in my heart
Destiny had joined heaven and earth
Into us both
You took me away
Into those eyes
With that liquid stare
And those lips...
Brought me to life
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This song was inspired by Adriana Calcanhoto, a brazilian singer, when she says in a song "heaven and earth were joined together in a moment for us both." I thought that those words were rly beautiful, and one day in school in Brazil, I wanted to write a poem. I was really stumped, but thought of this song and started writing. Thinking that the heaven-earth thing is really pretty, I decided to keep it in the middle or end of the poem for more impact. When I re-read it before, I wanted to put more dots after every "those lips," but thought that more than three would be ugly.
That night
That morning
And all the time inbetween
That we spent together
That dress you wore
Those earrings I gave you
That smile I love to provoke
And those lips... those lips
Stars seemed to fall from the sky
Into your eyes
And for a moment, heaven and earth
Were woven together for us
While you were in my arms
While my eyes drowned into yours
While you said three words
And those lips... those lips
Fire seemed to burn in my blood
And beat in my heart
Destiny had joined heaven and earth
Into us both
You took me away
Into those eyes
With that liquid stare
And those lips...
Brought me to life
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This song was inspired by Adriana Calcanhoto, a brazilian singer, when she says in a song "heaven and earth were joined together in a moment for us both." I thought that those words were rly beautiful, and one day in school in Brazil, I wanted to write a poem. I was really stumped, but thought of this song and started writing. Thinking that the heaven-earth thing is really pretty, I decided to keep it in the middle or end of the poem for more impact. When I re-read it before, I wanted to put more dots after every "those lips," but thought that more than three would be ugly.
Just Kiss Me
So don’t make this
An awkward kiss
Press your lips onto mine
Let’s live lives intertwined
My love is yours
Till the end of time
Take this spot in my heart
And make me whole
Tonight I’ll show you
Just how much I love you
And tomorrow you’ll see
That you were meant for me
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I was listening to Dashboard Confessional, a song called "The Best Deceptions," when I thought of this poem. The song says "This awkward kiss that tells of other people's lips will be of service to giving you away," and the music is beautiful. So I thought of this, at some late time of night at a beach house in Brazil, and immediately got my laptop and wrote it down. I still sing it as if it's the song by Dashboard when I read it.
An awkward kiss
Press your lips onto mine
Let’s live lives intertwined
My love is yours
Till the end of time
Take this spot in my heart
And make me whole
Tonight I’ll show you
Just how much I love you
And tomorrow you’ll see
That you were meant for me
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I was listening to Dashboard Confessional, a song called "The Best Deceptions," when I thought of this poem. The song says "This awkward kiss that tells of other people's lips will be of service to giving you away," and the music is beautiful. So I thought of this, at some late time of night at a beach house in Brazil, and immediately got my laptop and wrote it down. I still sing it as if it's the song by Dashboard when I read it.
Lifelong Contradictions
So many nights
And so many days
I’ve looked into that mirror
With those streams down my face
That person looking back at me
Was never who I wanted to be
But even with my cries and pleas
No one remembers the infidelities
There’s something wrong with me
And though I know it’s not worth thinking
I ponder the reason of my breathing
And question whether this breath
Only comes with tears
It seems I’m only alive in front of that mirror
When I see that face, it seems so real
Everything before and after
Just seems so painful
With the reflection seeming so innocent
And the reality being so painful
Having both in the same moment
Is the only real thing I can feel
Breath and tears
Only come in pairs
Like sadness and loneliness
You can’t have life without despair
Why can’t I live without that mirror?
Why can’t I see the reality without the reflection?
Why does this rage need to have the sorrow afterwards?
This life… is nothing but death
Nothing but death…
Nothing but reflections…
Nothing but sadness…
Nothing but breath and tears
Evaporation is the name of this life
Dissipation is its ultimate goal
Powerful and great, it rises
Only to be forgotten the next minute
Nothing
But
Immense
Wounds
Followed
By
Exploitation
Nothing but death
Screaming and wishing for quiet
Crying and wishing for more
Feeling rage and only feeling sadness
Living life, but only prolonging death
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What triggered this poem was this: I just got into the bedroom I shared with my brother in Brazil at night and my bro turned off my laptop when it was in the middle of a scanning process. And that could seriously mess the laptop up, so I got mad and hit the wall. Before, I always thought people that hit things when they got mad were just stupid, but now I know better. Then I sort of stepped on him, he slapped me, and in the end, I dominated the fight. I kept the laptop open and my brother was complaining about the light, and had an elevated voice while he was complaining. When I turned off the laptop, I got really sad and confused and angry and frustrated. This led me to ponder what the opposite of anger is, but at the moment I came to the conclusion that anger just is. I questioned why God hadn't answered some of my prayers and thought I would never be happy with who I was, thinking of what has just happened. Before I wrote the actual poem, I wrote this sentence: Living your life is like screaming for silence; you can get the result you’re looking for but in the end, you’d just be a hypocrite.
And so many days
I’ve looked into that mirror
With those streams down my face
That person looking back at me
Was never who I wanted to be
But even with my cries and pleas
No one remembers the infidelities
There’s something wrong with me
And though I know it’s not worth thinking
I ponder the reason of my breathing
And question whether this breath
Only comes with tears
It seems I’m only alive in front of that mirror
When I see that face, it seems so real
Everything before and after
Just seems so painful
With the reflection seeming so innocent
And the reality being so painful
Having both in the same moment
Is the only real thing I can feel
Breath and tears
Only come in pairs
Like sadness and loneliness
You can’t have life without despair
Why can’t I live without that mirror?
Why can’t I see the reality without the reflection?
Why does this rage need to have the sorrow afterwards?
This life… is nothing but death
Nothing but death…
Nothing but reflections…
Nothing but sadness…
Nothing but breath and tears
Evaporation is the name of this life
Dissipation is its ultimate goal
Powerful and great, it rises
Only to be forgotten the next minute
Nothing
But
Immense
Wounds
Followed
By
Exploitation
Nothing but death
Screaming and wishing for quiet
Crying and wishing for more
Feeling rage and only feeling sadness
Living life, but only prolonging death
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What triggered this poem was this: I just got into the bedroom I shared with my brother in Brazil at night and my bro turned off my laptop when it was in the middle of a scanning process. And that could seriously mess the laptop up, so I got mad and hit the wall. Before, I always thought people that hit things when they got mad were just stupid, but now I know better. Then I sort of stepped on him, he slapped me, and in the end, I dominated the fight. I kept the laptop open and my brother was complaining about the light, and had an elevated voice while he was complaining. When I turned off the laptop, I got really sad and confused and angry and frustrated. This led me to ponder what the opposite of anger is, but at the moment I came to the conclusion that anger just is. I questioned why God hadn't answered some of my prayers and thought I would never be happy with who I was, thinking of what has just happened. Before I wrote the actual poem, I wrote this sentence: Living your life is like screaming for silence; you can get the result you’re looking for but in the end, you’d just be a hypocrite.
Cherished Company
All I need
Is one day
To tell you how much
You make me laugh
One day to list the stupid things
The funny faces, the idiocy
That we make
And the trouble we get into
Have the happiest life
With an endless amount of birthdays
And though I won’t always see you
I'll always be with you
And you'll always be with me
Even if we become separated
I’ll look back to these days
And remember the fun and smiles
We go beyond that, though
I'll look back to the talks
To the comfort I found in you
And the hand I tried to lend
Out of place?
Never with my friend
Upset with no one to help me?
Never with you by my side
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This is a poem I made for my friend, who was having a birthday. This is a pretty special poem; I can only think of two poems off the top of my head that I actually made for people (excluding the poems to Melody). I always have a blast with the person this poem is meant to be for, so I kinda talked alot about the laughing and smiles. Caitlyn is a cool girl.
Is one day
To tell you how much
You make me laugh
One day to list the stupid things
The funny faces, the idiocy
That we make
And the trouble we get into
Have the happiest life
With an endless amount of birthdays
And though I won’t always see you
I'll always be with you
And you'll always be with me
Even if we become separated
I’ll look back to these days
And remember the fun and smiles
We go beyond that, though
I'll look back to the talks
To the comfort I found in you
And the hand I tried to lend
Out of place?
Never with my friend
Upset with no one to help me?
Never with you by my side
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This is a poem I made for my friend, who was having a birthday. This is a pretty special poem; I can only think of two poems off the top of my head that I actually made for people (excluding the poems to Melody). I always have a blast with the person this poem is meant to be for, so I kinda talked alot about the laughing and smiles. Caitlyn is a cool girl.
Son of Perfection
Hallelujah
Let the angels sing (Angels will sing)
Hallelujah
Let His people praise (His people will praise)
Hallelujah
Lift His Name (His name is lifted)
Hallelujah
Honors forever and ever
Rejoice
He has arisen
Rejoice
He has saved us all
Rejoice
He has given us love
Rejoice, you people
You can be lifted
And so here comes the rain
Falling down with love
Feeling the drops of tears
You feel the grace and purpose
The water washes it away
The darkness tries to hide
But the floodgates have opened
And we will drown in its grace
Praise be to His Name
Humility be to ourselves
Glory be to the Son of God,
Of Man, of Love, of Mercy…
Of Grace
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I made this poem in Language Arts class. I actually made a couple of my poems in Language Arts class, in 8th grade. It was my first class of the day, so maybe I feel inspired from the bus drive filled with music. Well, I usually don't really know what inspired my "christian poems." Maybe becuase christianity is a pretty big part of my life so stuff like this is common... Or maybe I just don't really think about what made me write these poems, because they're not really specific... They're usually just giving thanks.
Let the angels sing (Angels will sing)
Hallelujah
Let His people praise (His people will praise)
Hallelujah
Lift His Name (His name is lifted)
Hallelujah
Honors forever and ever
Rejoice
He has arisen
Rejoice
He has saved us all
Rejoice
He has given us love
Rejoice, you people
You can be lifted
And so here comes the rain
Falling down with love
Feeling the drops of tears
You feel the grace and purpose
The water washes it away
The darkness tries to hide
But the floodgates have opened
And we will drown in its grace
Praise be to His Name
Humility be to ourselves
Glory be to the Son of God,
Of Man, of Love, of Mercy…
Of Grace
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I made this poem in Language Arts class. I actually made a couple of my poems in Language Arts class, in 8th grade. It was my first class of the day, so maybe I feel inspired from the bus drive filled with music. Well, I usually don't really know what inspired my "christian poems." Maybe becuase christianity is a pretty big part of my life so stuff like this is common... Or maybe I just don't really think about what made me write these poems, because they're not really specific... They're usually just giving thanks.
Breakdown
The wounds on this mountain don’t seem to fade
The scars in the crevices don’t go away
The causes of these wounds don’t facilitate anything
And the erosion doesn’t help either
The sides of this mountain show its battles
The ground around it show its defeats
Littered with the result of entropy
Growing, yet withering away
Yet the curves still live
The beauty of life resides
The light still barely shines
And the jagged edges help keep the pain away
The edges are the walls
The protection against more pain
Keeping the pain from hitting hard
And if it hits, it’ll get hurt back
Leaves fall
Mountains crumble
The light fades
And death lives on
This is supposed to be somewhere in the poem:
Slow and peaceful
It flies by without warning
No eye can see
But the soul can feel
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Basically, this poem is talking about how this "mountain" (anyone's life) is slowly dying and the battles just keep coming. In the end it says how death just comes and you can fight it all you want, but it still goes on. The last "misplaced" stanza is talking about is either life or death... I'm not sure. I'm not so sure where to put it because I wrote it a day or two after I wrote the poem, and I thought it fit in the poem, but I didn't know where.
The scars in the crevices don’t go away
The causes of these wounds don’t facilitate anything
And the erosion doesn’t help either
The sides of this mountain show its battles
The ground around it show its defeats
Littered with the result of entropy
Growing, yet withering away
Yet the curves still live
The beauty of life resides
The light still barely shines
And the jagged edges help keep the pain away
The edges are the walls
The protection against more pain
Keeping the pain from hitting hard
And if it hits, it’ll get hurt back
Leaves fall
Mountains crumble
The light fades
And death lives on
This is supposed to be somewhere in the poem:
Slow and peaceful
It flies by without warning
No eye can see
But the soul can feel
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Basically, this poem is talking about how this "mountain" (anyone's life) is slowly dying and the battles just keep coming. In the end it says how death just comes and you can fight it all you want, but it still goes on. The last "misplaced" stanza is talking about is either life or death... I'm not sure. I'm not so sure where to put it because I wrote it a day or two after I wrote the poem, and I thought it fit in the poem, but I didn't know where.
A New Home
I don’t deserve Your love
I can’t know Your grace
I won’t feel distant from You, Lord
Because You are great
You’ve given me so much
Convinced by Your touch
I know You’re with me
And so I try
I try to bring something
Of worth, of happiness
But I don’t feel like anything is worth
What You’ve given to me
Thank You, Lord
I’ve been lost so many times
But Your path calls to me
Thank You, Lord
Because You take care of me
Even before birth
You have given me so much
Even before age of comprehension
You've blessed me
So don’t leave me, Lord
I know You won’t, but I ask
That You stay close
Stay close and don’t let me stray
I fell and You lifted me up
I turned away and You showed me the path
I stood up and You showed me humility
I lived here, but You gave me
A new Home
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I don't remember much about this poem, but I know that I wrote two "christian poems" in a cuople days, and this is one of them. I always talk to God in titles; I say "Lord" alot and I capitalize the "y" in "you", to show that it's someone important. I only do that when I'm talking to or about God, really.
I can’t know Your grace
I won’t feel distant from You, Lord
Because You are great
You’ve given me so much
Convinced by Your touch
I know You’re with me
And so I try
I try to bring something
Of worth, of happiness
But I don’t feel like anything is worth
What You’ve given to me
Thank You, Lord
I’ve been lost so many times
But Your path calls to me
Thank You, Lord
Because You take care of me
Even before birth
You have given me so much
Even before age of comprehension
You've blessed me
So don’t leave me, Lord
I know You won’t, but I ask
That You stay close
Stay close and don’t let me stray
I fell and You lifted me up
I turned away and You showed me the path
I stood up and You showed me humility
I lived here, but You gave me
A new Home
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I don't remember much about this poem, but I know that I wrote two "christian poems" in a cuople days, and this is one of them. I always talk to God in titles; I say "Lord" alot and I capitalize the "y" in "you", to show that it's someone important. I only do that when I'm talking to or about God, really.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Strong but Marvelous
I only wanted to see Your face
Climb and hear You speak
But, Lord, I fell
Lift me up, my Father
Fulfill Your promises
Work in me, give me
A pure, holy love
Only Your love is able to be given
In darkness You found me
My Strength, my Water
My Joy, hide me
In the shadow of Your wings
My Love, don’t leave me
Purify me, eternal and holy are You
Strong enough to save me
Marvelous enough to forgive me
Bring me to where Your light
Shines with passion, with love
In Your arms, my Father
I want to stay forever
Who, Lord, except You
Can love me so?
Who dries my tears
And never leaves me alone?
I want to hear, want to see
Your voice, Your face
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This poem was first made in portuguese, then translated into english just for you! As it's hard to keep a poem's original beauty in it's original language, this poem is not as good in english as it is in portuguese. I remember writing this on the way to church, just like "Horrible Heartache". I remember this one guy going with us in the car and I was wondering if he was looking at my poem. I'm not sure what inspired me to write this poem.
Climb and hear You speak
But, Lord, I fell
Lift me up, my Father
Fulfill Your promises
Work in me, give me
A pure, holy love
Only Your love is able to be given
In darkness You found me
My Strength, my Water
My Joy, hide me
In the shadow of Your wings
My Love, don’t leave me
Purify me, eternal and holy are You
Strong enough to save me
Marvelous enough to forgive me
Bring me to where Your light
Shines with passion, with love
In Your arms, my Father
I want to stay forever
Who, Lord, except You
Can love me so?
Who dries my tears
And never leaves me alone?
I want to hear, want to see
Your voice, Your face
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This poem was first made in portuguese, then translated into english just for you! As it's hard to keep a poem's original beauty in it's original language, this poem is not as good in english as it is in portuguese. I remember writing this on the way to church, just like "Horrible Heartache". I remember this one guy going with us in the car and I was wondering if he was looking at my poem. I'm not sure what inspired me to write this poem.
Atheist Loneliness
I’m tired of being alone
I’ve been alone for so long
And when I finally found someone
It turned out to be my reflection
So I thought I had people
People who would never leave
But this train doesn’t stop
It comes by and takes them away
I thought I was fine
There were no defects, no lies
But that in itself was a lie
And it only hurt me more
Knowing I’ve been living
With myself and no one else
The reality hurts, but it’s necessary
So now I need to go
Find someone, at least something
Religion?
Religion…
I’m sick of receiving a title by it
I feel myself parting
From that lifestyle
I find myself drifting
To the sin
Scared, I just take a taste
But that’s all it takes
To suck you in
To keep you trapped
To keep your life in guilt
In a despair, in a feeling
Of depression, of hopelessness
Religion? It hurts
But so does life
And if reality hurts
Then religion is nothing but reality
Take His love
As for me
I have to fix myself
I’ve asked for help
But it’s been like talking to no one
So religion?
It’s gone for a couple days
But I still guard my mind
Careful not to turn to my reflection
Yet again
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This was inspired by pure desire to just write a poem. We had a substitute in Social Studies class and no one was doing what they were supposed to do, and sooner or later we had free time. I just sat there, listening to John Mayer, and decided to write SOMETHING. This was the day after I wrote "These Tears", and on my blog I said that this poem is "a pretty good description of wut i was feeling last nite, after the lights were turned off and I was in bed, trying to sleep." The first title I gave this poem was "My Reflection," but I changed it later on.
I’ve been alone for so long
And when I finally found someone
It turned out to be my reflection
So I thought I had people
People who would never leave
But this train doesn’t stop
It comes by and takes them away
I thought I was fine
There were no defects, no lies
But that in itself was a lie
And it only hurt me more
Knowing I’ve been living
With myself and no one else
The reality hurts, but it’s necessary
So now I need to go
Find someone, at least something
Religion?
Religion…
I’m sick of receiving a title by it
I feel myself parting
From that lifestyle
I find myself drifting
To the sin
Scared, I just take a taste
But that’s all it takes
To suck you in
To keep you trapped
To keep your life in guilt
In a despair, in a feeling
Of depression, of hopelessness
Religion? It hurts
But so does life
And if reality hurts
Then religion is nothing but reality
Take His love
As for me
I have to fix myself
I’ve asked for help
But it’s been like talking to no one
So religion?
It’s gone for a couple days
But I still guard my mind
Careful not to turn to my reflection
Yet again
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This was inspired by pure desire to just write a poem. We had a substitute in Social Studies class and no one was doing what they were supposed to do, and sooner or later we had free time. I just sat there, listening to John Mayer, and decided to write SOMETHING. This was the day after I wrote "These Tears", and on my blog I said that this poem is "a pretty good description of wut i was feeling last nite, after the lights were turned off and I was in bed, trying to sleep." The first title I gave this poem was "My Reflection," but I changed it later on.
These Tears
With these eyes of tears
I will sleep
Sleeping farther away
From the reality
Running in my thoughts
To security
Running as fast as I can
To somewhere safe
In my mind, rest assured
It’s my mind
In there I know everything’s fine
Where my heart is
Is where the pain is
Where my past is
Is where the guilt is
Living years
With this burden on my back
This brute of a past
Plaguing my thoughts and future
These tears fall in vain
There is no way to stop them
And they fall with no purpose
Except to show the deepening of my own depression
This lie of a life
This hole in an ocean
No one knows
And because no one knows
No one can really care
They can’t know
I can’t let them
These things shouldn’t be known
They shouldn’t be told
Let them stay hidden
In the expanses of my mind
In the outrage of my guilt
How these thoughts plague my life
I can’t change them
I sure as hell can’t move them
I can’t diminish them
So I have to feel them
Feel them in a deepness
That leaves my eyes dry
Feel them until I can’t feel them again
Until they are forgotten
But they always come back
Somehow, they torture me night and day
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Everyone has their secrets. Some more than others. One night, I was talking to a friend about how I have many secrets that I would like to tell people so that they know the real me, and she asked me "If no one knows the real you, can they be your real friends?" At first, I thought it was crazy talk, but a couple minutes later, I took it to heart. I started to cry and ran to my blog, where I sat and listened to "In Repair" by John Mayer and typed the lyrics as I listened. Then I said "well good nite. with these eyes of tears i will sleep", and from there it started.
I will sleep
Sleeping farther away
From the reality
Running in my thoughts
To security
Running as fast as I can
To somewhere safe
In my mind, rest assured
It’s my mind
In there I know everything’s fine
Where my heart is
Is where the pain is
Where my past is
Is where the guilt is
Living years
With this burden on my back
This brute of a past
Plaguing my thoughts and future
These tears fall in vain
There is no way to stop them
And they fall with no purpose
Except to show the deepening of my own depression
This lie of a life
This hole in an ocean
No one knows
And because no one knows
No one can really care
They can’t know
I can’t let them
These things shouldn’t be known
They shouldn’t be told
Let them stay hidden
In the expanses of my mind
In the outrage of my guilt
How these thoughts plague my life
I can’t change them
I sure as hell can’t move them
I can’t diminish them
So I have to feel them
Feel them in a deepness
That leaves my eyes dry
Feel them until I can’t feel them again
Until they are forgotten
But they always come back
Somehow, they torture me night and day
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Everyone has their secrets. Some more than others. One night, I was talking to a friend about how I have many secrets that I would like to tell people so that they know the real me, and she asked me "If no one knows the real you, can they be your real friends?" At first, I thought it was crazy talk, but a couple minutes later, I took it to heart. I started to cry and ran to my blog, where I sat and listened to "In Repair" by John Mayer and typed the lyrics as I listened. Then I said "well good nite. with these eyes of tears i will sleep", and from there it started.
Ego
I think I seek attention
I think I might think of myself too highly
I think I’m too genuine to be false
I think I’m generally too good to be bad
And yet I think these things
And feel no shame
No resentment
No sense of ego
I might be self-obsessed
But does it matter?
I’m a good person
So why can’t I think so myself?
But I still contradict myself,
Telling myself that
These thoughts aren’t modest
They aren’t pure
They can’t be good and pure
IS it fair to judge yourself among others?
Is it fair to put down others in your own mind?
If they don’t perceive it, is it wrong?
Of course it is
And I feel no shame
No guilt or sorrow
Should I?
When the time comes
The time of judgment everyone knows
I will put myself below others
I will supersede the needs of those around me
But until that time comes
In the here and now
I’m not sure if my thoughts are true
If they should be changed or not
They are my own
And unless I choose to,
I don’t need to share them
These hidden words are mine alone
Am I living the way I’m supposed to?
The answer may be hidden in the stars
Or buried beneath the earth
Maybe deep in the ocean
I will never know
So I will stop trying to
I can only take life as I want
And hope I’m living righteously
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This poem didn't start as a poem, actually; I was just writing things down as stuff to put on my blog for later. But I guess I saw a pattern and wrote and wrote. I think everyone has their own little sense of pride. But I also believe we all need to keep that pride in check. This is one of the moments in which I was doubting whether or not I did "keep that pride in check."
I think I might think of myself too highly
I think I’m too genuine to be false
I think I’m generally too good to be bad
And yet I think these things
And feel no shame
No resentment
No sense of ego
I might be self-obsessed
But does it matter?
I’m a good person
So why can’t I think so myself?
But I still contradict myself,
Telling myself that
These thoughts aren’t modest
They aren’t pure
They can’t be good and pure
IS it fair to judge yourself among others?
Is it fair to put down others in your own mind?
If they don’t perceive it, is it wrong?
Of course it is
And I feel no shame
No guilt or sorrow
Should I?
When the time comes
The time of judgment everyone knows
I will put myself below others
I will supersede the needs of those around me
But until that time comes
In the here and now
I’m not sure if my thoughts are true
If they should be changed or not
They are my own
And unless I choose to,
I don’t need to share them
These hidden words are mine alone
Am I living the way I’m supposed to?
The answer may be hidden in the stars
Or buried beneath the earth
Maybe deep in the ocean
I will never know
So I will stop trying to
I can only take life as I want
And hope I’m living righteously
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This poem didn't start as a poem, actually; I was just writing things down as stuff to put on my blog for later. But I guess I saw a pattern and wrote and wrote. I think everyone has their own little sense of pride. But I also believe we all need to keep that pride in check. This is one of the moments in which I was doubting whether or not I did "keep that pride in check."
I’ll Get You Through
When you’re tired
When you’re enraged
When your legs can’t take another step
When your heart heart can’t love anymore
Come to me
Into my arms
And we’ll stay in this euphoria
Together
Forget the stress
Forget the world
Forget the friends
And look into my eyes
Look to me
In times of pain
And we’ll fall together
Into utopia
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One of the poems I wrote Melody while we were dating. I always felt a little distant from her while we were dating, so I think this was a way for me to reach out to her. I wanted her to know that I cared for her.
When you’re enraged
When your legs can’t take another step
When your heart heart can’t love anymore
Come to me
Into my arms
And we’ll stay in this euphoria
Together
Forget the stress
Forget the world
Forget the friends
And look into my eyes
Look to me
In times of pain
And we’ll fall together
Into utopia
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One of the poems I wrote Melody while we were dating. I always felt a little distant from her while we were dating, so I think this was a way for me to reach out to her. I wanted her to know that I cared for her.
The Heaven of This World
If I said I love you
If I said my passion burns for you
If I said you were beautiful
What would you do?
If I said I think of your kiss
If I said I look at you from afar
If I said your smell is intoxicating
What would you do?
Say yes, come here
Take my hand
And let’s take a ride
In the heaven of this world
That is our love
My love continues burning
Your rough days will be easier
Your sadness will disappear
Just go on a trip with me
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I wrote this in Brazil, while I was just wondering what to do. It is originally in portuguese, and as I am not a professional translator, it's not really as beautiful as it is in portuguese. Nonetheless, it's here and it's a decent poem. Once again, it didn't have anything to do with what was happening with me at the time.
If I said my passion burns for you
If I said you were beautiful
What would you do?
If I said I think of your kiss
If I said I look at you from afar
If I said your smell is intoxicating
What would you do?
Say yes, come here
Take my hand
And let’s take a ride
In the heaven of this world
That is our love
My love continues burning
Your rough days will be easier
Your sadness will disappear
Just go on a trip with me
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I wrote this in Brazil, while I was just wondering what to do. It is originally in portuguese, and as I am not a professional translator, it's not really as beautiful as it is in portuguese. Nonetheless, it's here and it's a decent poem. Once again, it didn't have anything to do with what was happening with me at the time.
Horrible Heartache
I should have seen your eyes in the moonlight
I could have seen your body next to mine
But you left me here, empty-handed
Stranded at the end of our journey
All alone
We could have lived in our own utopia
I would wake up and sleep with you by my side
The thought of your eyes brings me purest happiness
Please, come to me
Once more
Kiss me, deeply, just kiss me
Hold me, forever, just hold me
Stay here, my darling, stay here
Close to my heart please stay
We could have lived in our own utopia
I would have slept and woken with you by my side
I don’t understand this horrible heartache
Come back to me
Once again
I wanted to have spent eternity with you
I wanted your hand in mine
But you don’t want me, you don’t love me
Oh, what a fool I have been
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This all started with my brother messing around with his guitar. He was just plucking some strings and i kinda learned the music and sang some notes to go along with it in my head. I thought it was really pretty, and thought of the first line of this poem, which obvisouly started as a song. I ran to my room and got a notebook, and wrote all of the 40-minutes drive until we got to church. It didn't relate to anything that was happening with me, but it turned out very nice. This is one of my favorites.
I could have seen your body next to mine
But you left me here, empty-handed
Stranded at the end of our journey
All alone
We could have lived in our own utopia
I would wake up and sleep with you by my side
The thought of your eyes brings me purest happiness
Please, come to me
Once more
Kiss me, deeply, just kiss me
Hold me, forever, just hold me
Stay here, my darling, stay here
Close to my heart please stay
We could have lived in our own utopia
I would have slept and woken with you by my side
I don’t understand this horrible heartache
Come back to me
Once again
I wanted to have spent eternity with you
I wanted your hand in mine
But you don’t want me, you don’t love me
Oh, what a fool I have been
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This all started with my brother messing around with his guitar. He was just plucking some strings and i kinda learned the music and sang some notes to go along with it in my head. I thought it was really pretty, and thought of the first line of this poem, which obvisouly started as a song. I ran to my room and got a notebook, and wrote all of the 40-minutes drive until we got to church. It didn't relate to anything that was happening with me, but it turned out very nice. This is one of my favorites.
My Addiction
Your body entices me
Your lips are my addiction
Your eyes the only thing I want to see
Your personality a fascinating enigma
Your embrace keeps me warm
From the cold reality of it all
Your words I want to hear
In times of pain
Your laugh is like music
It brings a smile to my face
You are my addiction, so don’t leave
Stay with me, and I'll stay with you
I'm glad you’re mine
And I am yours
Stay here
And don't go
How I love to be with you
With you in my arms, I feel safe
With you in my sight, everything fades
You're the only thing I see
So don't leave me here
With my heart in my hand
Take me with you
Into your arms
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This is a poem I made while I was dating someone. I sort of wrote poems to her non-stop. So much so that she said they got a little tiring.
Your lips are my addiction
Your eyes the only thing I want to see
Your personality a fascinating enigma
Your embrace keeps me warm
From the cold reality of it all
Your words I want to hear
In times of pain
Your laugh is like music
It brings a smile to my face
You are my addiction, so don’t leave
Stay with me, and I'll stay with you
I'm glad you’re mine
And I am yours
Stay here
And don't go
How I love to be with you
With you in my arms, I feel safe
With you in my sight, everything fades
You're the only thing I see
So don't leave me here
With my heart in my hand
Take me with you
Into your arms
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This is a poem I made while I was dating someone. I sort of wrote poems to her non-stop. So much so that she said they got a little tiring.
Someone
I'm at a loss for words
I want to fill this blank page
I want to tell you just how I feel
And not hear you argue
I want to just look at you
Until I fall in love
I want to want you so bad
Until you're the one I'm with
Forever
And yet I can't bring myself to love,
To like you as I thought I did
I wish I could help
I would do anything to help
But what do I want?
Let's flip the camera around
I want a girl who knows
Just what to say, just what to do
Who will love me with my bed-head
And all my imperfections
Can you be that someone?
I messed up the first time
But not today, oh today
Is up to you
"Are you that someone?"
I should be asking
She's out there, that someone
Hiding from my sight
I'm waiting for her, that someone
While my life moves on, I'll wait here
For the girl of my dreams
Waiting for that angel made mortal
With all your feelings
With all the temptation
I don't know whether to hold you
Or search for that someone else
With all our wants alike
We still live worlds apart
With our hearts in the same place
But still a thousand miles away
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This was a poem about the ex that I talk about in "Look and See". Even though we broke up, we saw each other sometimes and talked, both of us doubting whether we should have split up in the first place. When we started to talk about getting back together, one of my friends was very much against this and I felt so annoyed that I wrote this poem. I never showed her the poem and we ended up not getting back together. The last stanza is one of my favorite stanzas I've written.
I want to fill this blank page
I want to tell you just how I feel
And not hear you argue
I want to just look at you
Until I fall in love
I want to want you so bad
Until you're the one I'm with
Forever
And yet I can't bring myself to love,
To like you as I thought I did
I wish I could help
I would do anything to help
But what do I want?
Let's flip the camera around
I want a girl who knows
Just what to say, just what to do
Who will love me with my bed-head
And all my imperfections
Can you be that someone?
I messed up the first time
But not today, oh today
Is up to you
"Are you that someone?"
I should be asking
She's out there, that someone
Hiding from my sight
I'm waiting for her, that someone
While my life moves on, I'll wait here
For the girl of my dreams
Waiting for that angel made mortal
With all your feelings
With all the temptation
I don't know whether to hold you
Or search for that someone else
With all our wants alike
We still live worlds apart
With our hearts in the same place
But still a thousand miles away
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This was a poem about the ex that I talk about in "Look and See". Even though we broke up, we saw each other sometimes and talked, both of us doubting whether we should have split up in the first place. When we started to talk about getting back together, one of my friends was very much against this and I felt so annoyed that I wrote this poem. I never showed her the poem and we ended up not getting back together. The last stanza is one of my favorite stanzas I've written.
Look and See
I look at the stars
I look at the moon
I look at the sunset
But all I see is you
I see your arms and think comfort
I see your eyes and think beauty
I see you and think perfection
Oh, how can I be this soft-hearted
Let's go right now
Go to the batman bench
And lay in each other's arms
Through the afternoon
Make the most of us
Make the most of now
Let's be together
Until the end
It's my dream to be with you
And be by your side
To have you here forever
And live in eternal love
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This was a poem that I wanted to make into a song for my girlfriend at the time. I pictured myself singing it to her with my hands trembling and just hoping she would like it. Unfortunately, she broke up with me in the middle of making the song, even though the poem was finished. I didn't change a word, and I showed it to her as "the poem you never read".
I look at the moon
I look at the sunset
But all I see is you
I see your arms and think comfort
I see your eyes and think beauty
I see you and think perfection
Oh, how can I be this soft-hearted
Let's go right now
Go to the batman bench
And lay in each other's arms
Through the afternoon
Make the most of us
Make the most of now
Let's be together
Until the end
It's my dream to be with you
And be by your side
To have you here forever
And live in eternal love
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This was a poem that I wanted to make into a song for my girlfriend at the time. I pictured myself singing it to her with my hands trembling and just hoping she would like it. Unfortunately, she broke up with me in the middle of making the song, even though the poem was finished. I didn't change a word, and I showed it to her as "the poem you never read".
Embrace Me Forever
With you I always want to be with
In your presence I want to stay
It's You I seek, all the time
Every day
Into Your arms I run
In Your courts I praise
Your love no one could give
Your heart no one could own
In times of dark it's You I seek
I seek Your embrace
In all this dark, You come
And You give me light with Your love
To me Your embrace is like a blanket
Your love like the fire of a thousand suns
Protecting me always
And You watch over me forever
How I want to be with You
And with You only
I wish we were alone always
In Your presence I want to stay
This world tears us apart
It drives me insane
But then I look to You
And your smile
You give me your heart
Your kindness and strength
Your courage
And always, Your love
I want You in my life
Always
In Your presence I want to stay
Forever
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This poem was made one 8th grade morning. I remember thinking about God and I just felt really grateful for everything. I started writing and noticed tears came to my eyes will my hand moved the pencil along the paper. I was really proud of it and showed it to as many people as possible; many of them thought it was about a girl. I eventually made it into a song and sing it in my head everytime I read it, even though it's not that good.
In your presence I want to stay
It's You I seek, all the time
Every day
Into Your arms I run
In Your courts I praise
Your love no one could give
Your heart no one could own
In times of dark it's You I seek
I seek Your embrace
In all this dark, You come
And You give me light with Your love
To me Your embrace is like a blanket
Your love like the fire of a thousand suns
Protecting me always
And You watch over me forever
How I want to be with You
And with You only
I wish we were alone always
In Your presence I want to stay
This world tears us apart
It drives me insane
But then I look to You
And your smile
You give me your heart
Your kindness and strength
Your courage
And always, Your love
I want You in my life
Always
In Your presence I want to stay
Forever
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This poem was made one 8th grade morning. I remember thinking about God and I just felt really grateful for everything. I started writing and noticed tears came to my eyes will my hand moved the pencil along the paper. I was really proud of it and showed it to as many people as possible; many of them thought it was about a girl. I eventually made it into a song and sing it in my head everytime I read it, even though it's not that good.
My New Heaven
I don't feel the darkness
I don't fell the hate of a "friend"
I don't feel like I'm alone anymore,
Stranded on Earth's end
I only see that around me
And now I want that to stop
And I feel like if I don't,
They'll never feel like I do
I used to live in a world of pain
A world where I thought had no meaning
Except to torment me night and day
Awake or dreaming
I know some people feel like that
Others probably feel worse
And I'm here to tell you
That I can't possibly know how you feel
But somewhere out there, there's one who does
One being that knows all about you and more
One who knows everything
More then you could from lore
He's everywhere
Some think he doesn't exist
Others don't think he loves them
But let me be a witness to everyone
That he can make you happier than you never thought possible
He has done things that I thought no-one can do
He can make miracles and can change your life
Just remember that God is always with you
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Now this is a night I remember clearly. This is definitely one of those ideas that came in the middle of the night. I explain about these in the "Those Words" post, but this night was great. I realized that my life had changed so much since the past year or two (it was probably in 7th grade) and that I was lucky that God allowed it to happen in my life. I vaguely remember that I wished I had more moonlight to see what I was writing.
I don't fell the hate of a "friend"
I don't feel like I'm alone anymore,
Stranded on Earth's end
I only see that around me
And now I want that to stop
And I feel like if I don't,
They'll never feel like I do
I used to live in a world of pain
A world where I thought had no meaning
Except to torment me night and day
Awake or dreaming
I know some people feel like that
Others probably feel worse
And I'm here to tell you
That I can't possibly know how you feel
But somewhere out there, there's one who does
One being that knows all about you and more
One who knows everything
More then you could from lore
He's everywhere
Some think he doesn't exist
Others don't think he loves them
But let me be a witness to everyone
That he can make you happier than you never thought possible
He has done things that I thought no-one can do
He can make miracles and can change your life
Just remember that God is always with you
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Now this is a night I remember clearly. This is definitely one of those ideas that came in the middle of the night. I explain about these in the "Those Words" post, but this night was great. I realized that my life had changed so much since the past year or two (it was probably in 7th grade) and that I was lucky that God allowed it to happen in my life. I vaguely remember that I wished I had more moonlight to see what I was writing.
Those Words
I now know I don't have to fall into never-ending darkness
And feel this never-ending pain
I don't have to do either of these things
Because what do I gain?
I now know not to hear other people's words of spite
Or their words of jealousy
And feel never-ending sorrow
And wake up with hate tomorrow
I now know I should feel pity on those who try to bring me down
Because if I don't, I'll be filled with rage
But when I do, I'll look back here
To read this poem from this page
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Back in the 6th and 7th grade, I would have these amazing ideas in the middle of the night. Whether they were beginnings of poems or just cool things I could try out, I just kept thinking of stuff while I was trying to sleep in bed. I think this poem was one of the ideas I had. It was during the transition of 6th to 7th grade, and I remember reading it at the beginning of 7th grade to my whole Language Arts class. After I read it, people asked me questions like "Are you emo?" and "What happened?" It's pretty weird what a poem can do to someone's thoughts of you. Well, I think it's my first great poem.
And feel this never-ending pain
I don't have to do either of these things
Because what do I gain?
I now know not to hear other people's words of spite
Or their words of jealousy
And feel never-ending sorrow
And wake up with hate tomorrow
I now know I should feel pity on those who try to bring me down
Because if I don't, I'll be filled with rage
But when I do, I'll look back here
To read this poem from this page
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Back in the 6th and 7th grade, I would have these amazing ideas in the middle of the night. Whether they were beginnings of poems or just cool things I could try out, I just kept thinking of stuff while I was trying to sleep in bed. I think this poem was one of the ideas I had. It was during the transition of 6th to 7th grade, and I remember reading it at the beginning of 7th grade to my whole Language Arts class. After I read it, people asked me questions like "Are you emo?" and "What happened?" It's pretty weird what a poem can do to someone's thoughts of you. Well, I think it's my first great poem.
Darkness
Darkness is everywhere
Whether it's here or there,
It's killing
It's in our minds, our hearts,
And our souls.
But wherever it is
One thing is for sure
Darkness is everywhere
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I was, and partly still am, very proud of this poem. The beginning came to me during lunch in 6th grade, and i tried to go with it from there. Since I had no paper or pen, I had to repeat it to myself until I could go back to class to write it down. I remember being anxious for my Language Arts teacher to read it. She must have thought I was crazy.
Whether it's here or there,
It's killing
It's in our minds, our hearts,
And our souls.
But wherever it is
One thing is for sure
Darkness is everywhere
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I was, and partly still am, very proud of this poem. The beginning came to me during lunch in 6th grade, and i tried to go with it from there. Since I had no paper or pen, I had to repeat it to myself until I could go back to class to write it down. I remember being anxious for my Language Arts teacher to read it. She must have thought I was crazy.
Inside
Hate is something that everyone feels
Whether you like it, or not
And there's no way to get rid of it
Even if we keep it all inside
But sometimes you can't keep all that hate inside
And you just wish you could escape from all that darkness
There's no way out and you're just filled with rage and sadness
But that anger comes from people who are heartless
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I remember writing this poem in 6th grade, the blooming of my poem-writing life. Having a pretty horrible 5th grade, 6th didn't look so promising. I wrote alot of these "darkness" poems until about the end of 7th grade. I think that I would have liked to have had as much confidence as the poem suggests at the end.
Whether you like it, or not
And there's no way to get rid of it
Even if we keep it all inside
But sometimes you can't keep all that hate inside
And you just wish you could escape from all that darkness
There's no way out and you're just filled with rage and sadness
But that anger comes from people who are heartless
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I remember writing this poem in 6th grade, the blooming of my poem-writing life. Having a pretty horrible 5th grade, 6th didn't look so promising. I wrote alot of these "darkness" poems until about the end of 7th grade. I think that I would have liked to have had as much confidence as the poem suggests at the end.
When Will You
Roses aren't red
Violets aren't blue
My world is upside-down
And yours might be too
My life sucks
And yours might also
But we can help each other
So we won't be filled with sorrow
I love you but you don't understand
All you do is sit still
But you won't understand
Practically no-one will
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This is the first poem I ever wrote. One day, I saw my sister, Ana, either reading or writing poetry. Before, I heard about how much fun she had in poetry class and this and that, and became interested. I ran to my room, realizing there's a way out of the hole of a life I was living (my 5th grade was horrible, to me). I came out with this poem.
Violets aren't blue
My world is upside-down
And yours might be too
My life sucks
And yours might also
But we can help each other
So we won't be filled with sorrow
I love you but you don't understand
All you do is sit still
But you won't understand
Practically no-one will
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This is the first poem I ever wrote. One day, I saw my sister, Ana, either reading or writing poetry. Before, I heard about how much fun she had in poetry class and this and that, and became interested. I ran to my room, realizing there's a way out of the hole of a life I was living (my 5th grade was horrible, to me). I came out with this poem.
Identities
Who am I?
Who should we be?
What is the world?
What is life?
I am the embodiment
Of my past experiences
Of the people I listen to
And the ideas I reflect
We should be who we want
But not what we want
Use wisdom to see
What is worth being
The world isn't what it should be
Just a line of imperfections
Just a shadow of the light
A reflection of what should be
Life is a trek of occurrences
Think of the destination
Think about the end
And see where you end up
I am the corrections of my past
We are who we choose to be
The world isn't what we paint it as
And life is all but a destination
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This poem was made for a poem and story booklet that the 8th grade made called "Literati". I didn't make it into their first edition, and being devastated, I was determined to submit every poem I've ever written and then some. Looking over their first edition, I saw they liked these philosophical poems with symbolism; not really my style. I made this one in hopes that it fit their tastes; oddly enough, this one didn't make it, but a couple others did.
Who should we be?
What is the world?
What is life?
I am the embodiment
Of my past experiences
Of the people I listen to
And the ideas I reflect
We should be who we want
But not what we want
Use wisdom to see
What is worth being
The world isn't what it should be
Just a line of imperfections
Just a shadow of the light
A reflection of what should be
Life is a trek of occurrences
Think of the destination
Think about the end
And see where you end up
I am the corrections of my past
We are who we choose to be
The world isn't what we paint it as
And life is all but a destination
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This poem was made for a poem and story booklet that the 8th grade made called "Literati". I didn't make it into their first edition, and being devastated, I was determined to submit every poem I've ever written and then some. Looking over their first edition, I saw they liked these philosophical poems with symbolism; not really my style. I made this one in hopes that it fit their tastes; oddly enough, this one didn't make it, but a couple others did.
Charity
My heart is fragile
It is broken
My heart is shown
Put up on a spotlight
This heart of mine
It is so sentimental
This heart of mine
Is so unreal
I gave to everyone
Till I have no more
None for myself
None for Him
I give myself to others
And don’t pay attention to myself
I have to lift these blinds
Lift my eyes to the truth
While I look in the mirror
I find the miserable truth
I see I need to care about others
But also about myself
My heart needs me
And I need my heart
I can’t foolishly give it away
Just like I’ve been doing
I need to stop giving
And I want some pieces back
These pieces could get broken
My heart is too fragile for this…
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If my memory serves, this poem was made because I had no time to spend with just one person and talk to them. My week was always divided between groups of friends, and I could never just really connect with one of them. I noticed that I was just trying to make them all happy and not even realizing that I was indirectly hurting myself in the process by never really getting close to any of them.
It is broken
My heart is shown
Put up on a spotlight
This heart of mine
It is so sentimental
This heart of mine
Is so unreal
I gave to everyone
Till I have no more
None for myself
None for Him
I give myself to others
And don’t pay attention to myself
I have to lift these blinds
Lift my eyes to the truth
While I look in the mirror
I find the miserable truth
I see I need to care about others
But also about myself
My heart needs me
And I need my heart
I can’t foolishly give it away
Just like I’ve been doing
I need to stop giving
And I want some pieces back
These pieces could get broken
My heart is too fragile for this…
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If my memory serves, this poem was made because I had no time to spend with just one person and talk to them. My week was always divided between groups of friends, and I could never just really connect with one of them. I noticed that I was just trying to make them all happy and not even realizing that I was indirectly hurting myself in the process by never really getting close to any of them.
Inseparable ties
Inseparable ties
Irreplaceable memories
The bond we had was inseparable
The love we shared could not have been broken
Then you lied
You left it all to me
You held my heart in your hand
And ignored it
The joy we had was amazing
The laughs we shared,
The days we cherished
The memories we now reminisce about
You left that all behind
And forgot me
You failed to tell me the gap that was between us
And the separation that you had begun
We need to cherish these few moments
The moments we have left
Come back to me
Come back to us
If you leave, and you shall
Know that I will always remember you
You will always hold a special place in my heart
I will cherish those days
Make the most of these last few moments
Cherish these last few days
Come to me and forget the world
Let’s have now what we had then
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This poem was made when a friend of mine told me that one of her friends was treating her quite... unfriendly. Her friend was moving and didn't even speak to her anymore. The story she told me about the situation impacted me so much that I felt compelled to write a poem and it turned out that this poem was exactly what she was feeling.
Irreplaceable memories
The bond we had was inseparable
The love we shared could not have been broken
Then you lied
You left it all to me
You held my heart in your hand
And ignored it
The joy we had was amazing
The laughs we shared,
The days we cherished
The memories we now reminisce about
You left that all behind
And forgot me
You failed to tell me the gap that was between us
And the separation that you had begun
We need to cherish these few moments
The moments we have left
Come back to me
Come back to us
If you leave, and you shall
Know that I will always remember you
You will always hold a special place in my heart
I will cherish those days
Make the most of these last few moments
Cherish these last few days
Come to me and forget the world
Let’s have now what we had then
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This poem was made when a friend of mine told me that one of her friends was treating her quite... unfriendly. Her friend was moving and didn't even speak to her anymore. The story she told me about the situation impacted me so much that I felt compelled to write a poem and it turned out that this poem was exactly what she was feeling.
Presence
This following poem was made as a little part of a science project. Beautyberry is a type of plant.
Original version:
Entrancing colors are all I see
The flight it seems to possess
The feeling of awe in its presence
Beautyberry was made perfectly
By the hand of God it was created
And in our minds it will stay
In our hearts it will remain
In our eyes it will display perfection
Revised, not-so-corny version:
Entrancing colors are all I see
The flight she seems to possess
The feeling of awe in her presence
She was made perfectly
By the hand of God she was created
And in my mind she will stay
In my heart she will remain
In my eyes she will display perfection
Basically, I just changed the plant for a girl. Not very hard to understand. But I do like the poem in general. Pretty short and simple.
Original version:
Entrancing colors are all I see
The flight it seems to possess
The feeling of awe in its presence
Beautyberry was made perfectly
By the hand of God it was created
And in our minds it will stay
In our hearts it will remain
In our eyes it will display perfection
Revised, not-so-corny version:
Entrancing colors are all I see
The flight she seems to possess
The feeling of awe in her presence
She was made perfectly
By the hand of God she was created
And in my mind she will stay
In my heart she will remain
In my eyes she will display perfection
Basically, I just changed the plant for a girl. Not very hard to understand. But I do like the poem in general. Pretty short and simple.
Why
Once again I find myself
Placed on this blank page
With my thoughts reeling
Emotions feeling
My thoughts run
But run with no meaning
They run from the reality
From what is to what should be
My emotions drive me
They push me, pull me
I want to abandon them
On this road called Life
When I feel overcome
When I can't hold on by myself
I stretch my hand to you
Take my hand in yours, Poetry
You are where I can speak and feel
Never can I do this in public
And never shall you abandon me
I trust in you, sweet poetry
The beauty of emotions
Is frightening and captivating
And is displayed in you
As close to words as possible
And so I turn to you
My poetry
To show what I feel
To tell of my ordeal
I have been so lonely
No one has been near
And those who have don’t see
They don’t hear
My struggle, my plight
This mystery that landed by chance
Bombing my heart into pieces
Hear of my fight
This journey of Life
So fluctuous
Ups and downs, highs and lows
Seems more like a roller coaster
Never at a steady pace
Never in a sure way
Never with the best intention
And it always hurts me
Stop this thing
I want to get off
And go home again
I can't take the speed it's moving in
Some one please
Speak to me
Take me out of this trance
Off of this ride
Take me away
Bring me to fantasy
To a place only angels know
Where sorrow dies and love grows
To a light-stricken place
I shall steal away to
Leave back my insecurities
Desert my past
Free myself of this reality
Break free from these chains
Forget the ways of behind
And look only ahead
So stop this ride
Take me off and bring me home again
To where hate withers
And I can feel freely
Where I am not restricted
And humanity does not discriminate
Bring me to that sacred place
Bring me Home
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This poem was made during my little mini-depression, in which I cried hysterically for no reason while listening to John Mayer's "Stop This Train" mostly. This poem was influenced by another poem I found on the internet. I was searching for something to cry about, and boy did I find it. It had three parts and this poem was, on paper, originally made in three parts. To date, (july 18th) it is the longest poem I made.
Placed on this blank page
With my thoughts reeling
Emotions feeling
My thoughts run
But run with no meaning
They run from the reality
From what is to what should be
My emotions drive me
They push me, pull me
I want to abandon them
On this road called Life
When I feel overcome
When I can't hold on by myself
I stretch my hand to you
Take my hand in yours, Poetry
You are where I can speak and feel
Never can I do this in public
And never shall you abandon me
I trust in you, sweet poetry
The beauty of emotions
Is frightening and captivating
And is displayed in you
As close to words as possible
And so I turn to you
My poetry
To show what I feel
To tell of my ordeal
I have been so lonely
No one has been near
And those who have don’t see
They don’t hear
My struggle, my plight
This mystery that landed by chance
Bombing my heart into pieces
Hear of my fight
This journey of Life
So fluctuous
Ups and downs, highs and lows
Seems more like a roller coaster
Never at a steady pace
Never in a sure way
Never with the best intention
And it always hurts me
Stop this thing
I want to get off
And go home again
I can't take the speed it's moving in
Some one please
Speak to me
Take me out of this trance
Off of this ride
Take me away
Bring me to fantasy
To a place only angels know
Where sorrow dies and love grows
To a light-stricken place
I shall steal away to
Leave back my insecurities
Desert my past
Free myself of this reality
Break free from these chains
Forget the ways of behind
And look only ahead
So stop this ride
Take me off and bring me home again
To where hate withers
And I can feel freely
Where I am not restricted
And humanity does not discriminate
Bring me to that sacred place
Bring me Home
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This poem was made during my little mini-depression, in which I cried hysterically for no reason while listening to John Mayer's "Stop This Train" mostly. This poem was influenced by another poem I found on the internet. I was searching for something to cry about, and boy did I find it. It had three parts and this poem was, on paper, originally made in three parts. To date, (july 18th) it is the longest poem I made.
First Post
This first post is dedicated to explaining the reason for this seperate blog in the first place. This blog is created for the management and placement of my poems, maybe even some critique. I hope to have this thing up and running very soon... And with each poem having "labels", things with I don't use in my normal blog. These labels make it easier to find a specific poem. Then again, you could always use CTRL+F and type in the title of the poem or a couple words from the poem... Anyways, I think this is getting too formal, so I'll let the poems speak for themselves. Hope you like them.
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