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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Friday, December 25, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Digging Through Memories
I was looking through some old lyrics and poems I wrote and I though to myself "what happened between now and then?". They showed some level of genius that I feel I have lost now. In a way it makes me sad but I think I'll be able to build it all back up (fingers crossed). Here's and example:
Life is a musical symphony,
Perfectly orchestrated by God.
Everything He intentionally planned
And we are the musicians playing it.
Sometimes I impress myself with the metaphors and similes I create! I hope that at college, I can work on these gifts God has given me and not let them go to waste.
Life is a musical symphony,
Perfectly orchestrated by God.
Everything He intentionally planned
And we are the musicians playing it.
Sometimes I impress myself with the metaphors and similes I create! I hope that at college, I can work on these gifts God has given me and not let them go to waste.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
The Dungeon
Upon entering the dismal place
I found two animals.
They were not dogs-
Or at least they were possessed-
For one was biting itself to the flesh and beyond
And the other was unable to close its eyes
And it stood there, like a gargoyle,
Glaring at my soul.
I found two animals.
They were not dogs-
Or at least they were possessed-
For one was biting itself to the flesh and beyond
And the other was unable to close its eyes
And it stood there, like a gargoyle,
Glaring at my soul.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
"The Truth About Lies"
Lies are cancer.
They don't hurt at first but they slowly kill us.
They appeal to our sense of instant gratification
and give us only temporary relief.
Truth is a syringe.
It hurts for a little bit but ends up saving our lives.
It makes us uneasy because it's against our nature to tell it
but it sets us free from future uneasiness.
They don't hurt at first but they slowly kill us.
They appeal to our sense of instant gratification
and give us only temporary relief.
Truth is a syringe.
It hurts for a little bit but ends up saving our lives.
It makes us uneasy because it's against our nature to tell it
but it sets us free from future uneasiness.
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