high

Your voice carries,
carries me far away
lifting my spirit with it
as it slides from your lips to the air
and disappear in the distance.

I float like a feather
carried by the wind above the trees,
glancing down,
but unafraid of the height,
instead, happy
to be untouchable
by all that lay below it.

companion

Nothing specific I wish to say,
no request I want to make,
no favour I wish to ask
but to simply be in your presence.

frustration is...

being so close, and yet so far away.

advanced destruction

who are you
to judge people
by your standards...
who are you
to tell them
they aren't happy
just the way they are?

we force everyone into modern thinking,
changing the world into a man-made haven
when it was perfect...
-------------------just the way it was.

ungrateful confessions

You're great at what you do,
we don't doubt it for a second.
Our shortcoming lies in the fact
that we often take it for granted
that you already know.

Your humility is endearing,
one of your greatest attributes,
and dictates your need for encouragement,
but we often forget to give it.

Don't take our criticisms
as a sign of a job poorly done,
instead realize we know
the magnitude of your talent,
we have simply failed to remember
that stars still need support to shine.

form of fear

It is part of the human nature.

The second you stand to lose something,
is the very second you understand its worth,
and the time you are willing to fight for it the most.

with painted wings

A simple understanding of friendship,
friendship strong enough to overcome
through years, distance, silence.

I'm not afraid anymore...

not afraid to lose you,
not afraid you'll lose yourself,
not afraid you'll forget the person you were,
the people who love you,
the place you came from.

I’m not afraid to let you go
and watch you soar.

x-ray

If you feed it
that little dark spot in your heart
can grow and fester
into that black hole
you never knew you had.

his name applied to mine

a face, a shell
stuck in one position
a smile with a hollow space behind.
words, a recording
that pours forth through the air
and echoes in the spaces... empty.

behind the visible,
remnants of anger, bitterness,
resentment and disgust...

changed only by the grace
of an ever-forgiving God
slowly converting all emotions
into the completeness of love
gently filling the hollow and cracking the shell
of counterfeit into genuine sincerity.

blank slate

The interesting thing about meeting new people is the renewed opportunity to build a character in that person's eyes.

The true test lies when the novelty wears off.