face it

I once believed I could not hide the way I felt, that it would constantly show through my face no matter what. That has changed. It seems I am able to hide it very well when I am conscious enough to care. But now I see something else creeping in.. an inability of other people to read my expressions correctly. Lately I have been getting questions and comments about how people think I feel based on what is displayed on my face. I tend not to bother to correct them when they have read my expression wrongly, but it does lead me to be quite curious as to what my face really displays at those moments.

vacillation

Why do feelings change so rapidly from day to day?
What makes someone want something very badly one day,
and completely reject it the next?

Is life really meant to be this haphazard?

prepared

pour
push
force
slam
fight
release
empty

finally
empty

now
ready
for
filling

if this were a war

"Sometimes I'm less than faithful to you.

'Infidel!' they'd call me if this were a war...
and it is.

Yet sometimes even I do forget,
it's a war for righteousness
and if I don't shoot for life
I shoot for death...

it's a fight for righteousness
and if I don't shoot for Christ
I shoot for hell."

- Danah Cameron [2 Hype]

a man

Sometimes it takes the voice of a man before we - women - realize how much we short-change ourselves by accepting boys in their place.

web of lives

It could very well be possible that something you have prayed for and have received no answer is not because God has not heard, but because someone else has not responded.

We are His body. If we don't listen and obey, prayers may not get answered, and even our own paths, the best we could ever receive, may be laying dormant in front of our very eyes.

human tendencies

We feel incomplete without each other and yet we often refuse to acknowledge and accept it.

Happy independence... if ever there really is such a thing.

you now

Is it anything we thought it would be,
do you see me when I think of you,
do you hear me when I speak to you,
are you there the way we thought you would be?

Is it anything we dreamed it would be,
does it feel the way we thought it would feel,
is there anything at all left to feel,
are you far away or right here with me?

Is it anything we read it would be,
are you eternally happy or forever in need,
are you a new person replaced where we are
or an angel guiding us from afar?

Where are you now?

unwritten

projects left started and unfinished
thoughts left lingering, waiting to be voiced
questions left asked and unanswered
stories left to be formed, unwritten and untold

double take

She steps into a desolate space, the noises all around slowly fade into the background of the silence in her mind. She sees no one she knows and no one she wants to know. Is this the right place? Did she make a wrong turn? Where has everyone gone? She turns around to leave and then realizes there is no where else to go. This is where she is to be, in their presence or not, this is where she needs to be. She resolves to make the most of this misfortune and turns to look at the place again with a different eye, an open-minded eye, and all of sudden, it comes alive!