More Names

Jason Gabriel
Alice Emilie
Amya Elizabeth
Jack Dawson
Edward Nathaniel

Through the Window

On the wind
The same sea I watch
At home
The roses climbing wild
In my garden
The sweet breath of a baby
Singing me to sleep

Explanation#6

That is why there is pain
When a love is made.
Giving up self
To gain another.
Love itself can hurt.
That is why there is pain.

Don't Hold Me Down

Confusion
Is exactly that.
They say,
It's a
Violent world.
I wish it wasn't.
I want to love
With the love
That can't be
Swayed.
Faithful men
Are hard to
Come by
When the sun
Rises on a
Broken world.

A Kid With Eyes

There is a child with
Beautiful eyes
Who turned to me
And watched me
Watch my heart.
He pressed a palm
To the glass
And stared like
He would never see enough
To satisfy his glare.
Three windows away
From potential freedom
There is a child with
Beautiful eyes
Who saw me
See my heart.

When I Look Down

I am an outcropping -
An awkward edge.
I am the turning of the tide
Against the wind.
Look for me
When you really want another.
Talk to me
If you want nobody to hear.
Clap your hands
And dance
Because I have come
To love you.
But I will make you cry.
I am the speed of time
And the tock of the clock.
I am the slow setting sun
Over a quickly changing sea.
Watch me -
I will never stay the same.

Isn't it nice to know that the lining is silver?

My Lucky Name

The girl with the sad eyes and frozen smile
Knox with the apple trees in a circle
By night she wanders in search of a child
The child with a merry laugh and twinkling brow
Mara of beauty and song, lying
In elegant simplicity upon the grass
Away from the girl, streaming and rushing
Memories of a man
With tortured hands and a forgotten look in his darkest eyes
Who has forgotten him? Or who did he forget?
Himself, astride a noble beast in control of another
Left her behind with the thought of love
She never understood and never wept
For she has someone to look for
Someone to find who gave her a name
A lucky name and a memory
Knox with the apple trees in a circle -
There she will ask you where
Have you heard her call?
Next time, give the girl a memory
She will never be forgotten again.

It is never wrong to love someone
Sometimes your heart is the only thing
That keeps you hanging on.

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A Falsehood

There is one
Who refuses to enter
Though he stands on the brink
Of being let in.

There are two
Who can't see past
The end of their own noses
To make him stay.

Lies of Poets

A Third Party (or Fourth)
Then there's the keelamonster.
Who carries her beauty tucked in her ponytail.
And tried to hide her killer-eye behind
pokey bangs.
She is small, but built like a cozy mermaid.
Inside the keelamonster is a pearl.
It is a shiny, unwanted pearl.
But three - no four - people in the world
love that pearl inside our -monster
Keelamonster glides through a situation
with the grace of a cupcake.
Her secret is a largeness there and 
a paleness here, but even Dujer cannot
know that he and it are not de-thorned
roses.
Dujer shows his irrepressible smile and
scrunched eyes as he ignores the weakest
third of him that is no longer ignorable.
Then there's the keelamonster.
Then there is the pearl.
Who's in the middle?

 

Maika: french girls' name meaning 'who is like God?'
Such a cute name!

Memories

The air smells like cinnamon
Is it raining?
No...after the rain
I will fall for you again
And lay my face in your hands
Because the air has cinnamon raindrops
Falling from uncertain thunderclouds.
I will hold you close
Because steamy rain slides
Like silver from the eves.
Don't take it for granted
When the air smells like cinnamon,
The time has come for loving.

Photosynthesis

Birds sing in the tops of trees
Squirrels chatter in the branches
I hide up on the edge of my roof
My world far below as far as far can be.
Don't fetch me until the pain is gone
Leave me while the sky is grey.
In the morning I will return
With enough sunlight to sustain me
Until the pain pulls grey back into my mind.

So don't get tired of doing what is good. Don't get discouraged and give up, for we will reap a harvest of blessing at the appropriate time.

How Vast are His Thoughts.

There is a valley of thorns
Of thistles and weeds
Where roses bloom in summer.
A perfect white blossom
Unblemished
Sleeps in tender arms -
With the knowledge of angels
Behind sealed eyelids.
Don't wake up, sweet Rachel
My rose.
The world is too small.
Yet in heaven resides
Your father who loves you
And carries you on strong wings
Until the day your petals close.

Long ago I was made.
In the depths of the earth
I was made.
To love only one God
Though the earth is full of them.
How can such longing belong
In this speck of dust?
I am unaware of
The footfalls of my soul.

AND EVERYTHING YOU DO MUST BE DONE WITH LOVE!!!

Speaking for Peter

I don't know what to get you for your birthday.
You mean more to me than all my arms and legs.
I can't help but be concerned at this delay,
But what could ever hurt my love for thee?!

The rain that taps my window pane -
The sun that fills the sky.
I dream of you and dream of you again,
But what could quench my longing to see your face?

A thousand names have filled my world
Each one more special than the last.
Yet there is one who's name alone I adore.
Isabella, Isabella...my own sweet love.

In the end I'll know the truth
In the beginning I'll know what I want
But in the middle I have no answers
I have every feeling
I have no discretion or hind-sight
I have only the trust that Someone knows what's going on

Three Conversationalists

Thats because it's food coloring.
You're food coloring
Well actually that's a complement because you're saying she's a permanent substance that makes things beautiful.
Thanks so much! I'm sure you meant it in exactly that way...
I did.

Mostly

Too blind
I see the glory in things people do
There shining faces of Things in past
Too small
To reach the things others can
It's not too difficult
To restrain these hyenas
From mirdering ur soul

Painful

I don't even know what to do.
I think I can't handle it...because of the stress.
The insecure security. The knowledge that someone else is talking to him right now.
I'm not mature enough to handle that kind of relationship.
Maybe I never will be.
But I can See myself with him in years and years.
Not now.
What can I do????
Just cuz he lied to me ages ago - said he'd be home all the time
Well, that's turned into holidays and too surprise you.
Not home very much
And he's obviously fine with it
I feel weak around him
Boneless (like Ivar) and filled with hateful, tragic thoughts
I almost cried twice today with him.
And I don't know if he cared.
But he still says he loves me.
He still says he cares
He teases me
He looks at me sometimes
He holds my hands and kisses my lips.
How many times has he lied to me, though?
Oh...why do I have to love him so much?
Because...

Seattle

I have a cousin named elorie
Who I have never seen
It is because of useless spite
And pointless grudges
That I haven't ever seen elorie
But I know she's there
So I'll pray for her anyways

My children's names

Emilie Athena: to strive or excel or rival, goddess of wisdom and war
Titus Aristotle: honor, defender, giant, pleasing, best
April Ann: opening, gracious, merciful
Jason Gabriel: healer, God is my strength

So Not a poem

Today is my two-month! I know...it sounds rather lame...but I'm happy!

Shortstop

Don't come near
Or you will be let down
Don't look closely
Or every feeling will go away
Don't love too hard

Ways of Devotion

A halved heart
Is far from broken
Yet must be broken
To be made one.

A halved heart
Is not divided
But bound
By one Faith.

A halved heart
Is the strongest
Because two beats
Are united.

A halved heart,
Though,
Is the easiest to break.

Under the leaves

Why does the rain smell like cinnamon?
Steamy, thickened in distrust;
Clearing the air with haunts of rightness.
Surprise like drops -
fat, boisterous drops -
Patters my face my hair my neck.
Bewildered thunder rumbles in solitary certainty.
The rain smells like cinnamon.
It smells like angered hearts and falling memories
And love and dancing.
If the rain smells like cinnamon,
The time has come for happiness.