Response

This is a response to  my last poem "Lace and Love." It is amazing how in everything that is going on in my heart and life God is speaking to me and working in me... 2 Timothy 2:9- God's word can never be bound!

"Under the shadow of Your wings"-
You, who can never be held down,
choked up,
hemmed in,
or wrapped around.

So much stronger than the chains that I hold on to-
Your fingerprints on my heart
Remind me of who You are-

And I'm completely open, under view..
yes, darkness is as light to You.
I can't escape sin's crushing weight,
so I will run to the One who took my place.

Lace and Love

I feel like writing a rather dramatic poem at this point.. thus I've got a mixture of words and a bit of rock and soul music floating around in my head. We'll see what comes out of the jumble..

Confined-
such pretty lace around these iron bars.
All the cracks in the ground
Mirror what once kept me alive.

Touch-
it is not sharp,
but neither is it kind

"Don't forget the china, dear";
but is it true what they cry?
We keep the lights low- yes,
for the truth hurts our eyes.

Shadows

My shadow cast against the pavement
reminds me of the darkness from within.
It is not completely dead;
with each breath I take, it also fights for air.

In the stillness, I long for the moonlight
to sink deeply into my pores,
to consume me;
to redefine me;
to own me.

His beams linger on the surface of my skin,
emphasizing its pale imperfections,
drawing me to my knees.
I hear his voice: a crescendo, andante con amore:
"Return to Me."

"A Single Teardrop", written May 2010

A single teardrop-

how much sorrow can it contain?

Falling slowly,

                         almost escaping

the grasp of time;

 Gathering momentum

as it rolls down the surface of her soul;

it breaks the prism into a thousand pieces.

"The Curse", Written 4-1-10

P.S. I wrote this poem before I heard about Twilight.. just so you know :)

With each breaking

of the dawn, the sun

lets out his battle cry.

Dodging white bullets he ascends

gracefully into the sky.

Up the same, sad hill

he must go- But look,

the earth is thriving below.

How he envies the growing

roots of the trees,

entwined in embrace;

How he longs to be

so firmly planted in his place.

One inch higher.

Each step more...

is one more fight for breath.

Yet higher he must climb;

He curses the pale, human candles:

"They would blow them out

if they could truly see her shine!"

Shining brightly was her dream, now lost;

She reaches out for him with an empty hope.

See all the flowers she has planted

while she waits for him!

"Tonight, I dreamed that we embraced,

but shortly it was through-

I will shine for her...

as I fade away, then tomorrow

I'll start anew."

Haiku entitled "Roses".

A haiku is actually a group of "hokkus," or one 5-7-5 syllable poem. This haiku has a lot of meaning and symbolism. It's one of the few of my poems that I actually think is decent lol. Enjoy :)

I gaze at the stars-
tonight they stare back at me.
I feel ill at ease.

A sea of faces,
shining with an empty hope
of seeing daylight.

I feel the rays of
Sunlight; they pierce my skin, search
my soul for darkness.

And with each new day
I am blinded by its Light...
I cannot forget.

I breathe in deeply-
but the scent of a rose in
Spring is like poison.

Why could I not see
before, that its great Beauty
overcomes its thorn?

There is a story
tucked away in each petal;
a careful Design.

I weep for all the
roses that have died, that ne'er
had the chance to bloom.

"The World Repainted"

She walks past the mirror
there's a greyness in her eyes that she didnt see before
the world outside seems lonely and bleak,
the rain has washed away all of its beauty;
it's empty- no one makes a sound.


She walks through the familiar places
that were once so special, so beautiful
Now everything seems hazy;
she doesnt dare to touch a thing,
fearing it will fade away under her grasp.


She follows another pathway,
hoping to find something that will bring life
to her vanishing, grey world---
The road she takes has but a few faint footsteps on it,
somewhat resembling her own.


It takes her to the most glorious sight she has ever seen,
a single, rugged cross, shining brightly in the midst of the dying trees.
A small whisper brings the truth back into her ears.


She was here once, long ago, when her life was changed forever,
but she felt burdened by doubts and fears.
She closed her eyes, reached out and touched the cross,
and her world was repainted♥

Oh bloody...

This called Golden Eyes. It may sound mushy but it was taken directly from a dream I had so blame my subconscious for that :)

Do you remember what it feels like

to climb your highest mountain

to feel like you're soaring on eagles' wings

to be held in someone's arms and wish they would never let

go?

And in this moment

my heart cries out,

all the mountains,

all the riches,

all the glories of the world

will never compare to this.

We're walking on the beach,

soaking up the sun and feeling the cool breeze;

as the waves caress the shore,

I'm certain that this is the most beautiful day I've ever seen.

The words he speaks flow like music

that touches the soul, as he tells me:

"When you look into the sun,

your eyes turn the prettiest shade of gold.

It's like I can see into your heart,

all of your wishes, dreams, and desires come to life,

laid out like a beautiful story;

and with all my heart I ask you

to be a part of that story,

to write each precious page,

WITH YOU.  FOREVER." <3

More from the crazy 16 year

16 was an interesting year for me. It was definitely a time of growth- I had a lot of doubts about God, myself, and why I am here. Insignificance was a central thought in most of my poems from this year- thankfully God showed me that I am significant because of my relationship with Him and I'm worth something because He loves me :) I love God =)

This one's called Turn to You, written 9-20-08. Its not the greatest poem thus, I changed a few things. The similarity between the 1st and last stanza, to me, show how God can really change your perspective on life.. I still have struggles but my life is no longer a meaningless question mark.

The clock ticks by

another day, another hour.

My emotions flood my mind-

I don't even know what's real

Another tear, another fall

I try to pick myself up,

but what am I struggling for ?

It's hard to see

but it's becoming clear

 that nothing makes sense without you

Now I understand what I have to do-

every day, every hour

every triumph, every fall,

I turn to You.

This one's got a very similar theme, I suppose it makes sense considering it was written one day later! LOL.



Follow or Lead?

So many choices to make

which path should I take?

whose dreams should I follow,

Yours or mine?

I don't know what I want

I don't know what I need

I'm just looking for something

to make me feel complete.

Life's just full of questions-

what to fight for and what to lose

They say, "Just listen to your heart

and then you can choose."

Oh if only it was that easy

My heart is incarcerated by

its swaying feelings and doubts-

Truly, only your Love and Salvation

can light my path, can pull me out

5-29-08

I never chose to give this poem a title- I think it adds to the idea of my frustration of not being able to express my thoughts. Although, in this case it was a good thing that I never told this particular boy that this poem was about him- I was so naive then =P

The words I cannot seem to find are

locked up,

                      chained down,

in a castle of fear and doubt.

I open my mouth to speak;

my heart rushed up to meet my tongue, but it will not,

cannot escape to you.

This music frees my soul /

makes my words dance like butterfiles / / /

now the fire within me shines-

brighter than I ever though it could.

This is an example of printamaking by Ortansa Moraru. It is entitled "Butterfly" and was created in 2003.

It uses black and white xylography on linden, printed on Japanese paper.

"Psalm of Praise" 3-10-08

A psalm is a poem. a song- an expression of worship, prayer, and praise (yes, I realized I just made my title sound pretty redudant =P). BUt, dear reader, the joke is on you, because I am keeping the psalm I wrote for Jesus and you get to read a Hebrew poem instead- don't be too upset it's a great psalm! ;)

... Oh fine, I'll give you a brief excerpt :)

"I cannot imagine life

without you...

e m p t y

worthless

living in a pit of sin and despair

and only digging the hole deeper;

swimming in circles

until I drown

But YOU LIFTED ME OUT

A blood-stained hand reached out to mine..."

I felt that my poem had a similar theme as Psalm 130- It addresses the depth of our sin and the despair we would have were it not for the great mercies of Christ! <3:

¹ Out of the depths I cry to you, LORD;
 ² Lord, hear my voice.
Let your ears be attentive
   to my cry for mercy.

 ³ If you, LORD, kept a record of sins,
   Lord, who could stand?
⁴ But with you there is forgiveness,
   so that we can, with reverence, serve you.

 ⁵ I wait for the LORD, my whole being waits,
   and in his word I put my hope.
⁶ I wait for the Lord
   more than watchmen wait for the morning,
   more than watchmen wait for the morning.

 ⁷ Israel, put your hope in the LORD,
   for with the LORD is unfailing love
   and with him is full redemption.
⁸ He himself will redeem Israel
   from all their sins



"Time" 3-9-08

Time

So this is the first poem that I took the time (hah! ironic!) to bother writing down. Its the first poem in my poetry journal that I started when I was 16. It is in free verse, like many of my other poems, because I have often found that rhyme constircts my thought process; instead, I add structure and meanig to my poetry by color, the way I frame each stanza/ organize words (often adding to the symbolic meaning), rhythm, etc. Anywho I'll get right to it then, hope you enjoy-  

T

I

M

E

it slips through my hands like falling rain

like a snowfalke on my tongue it melts away

The end of a sentence

The end of a dream

The end of a beautiful day

They make the tears start F

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                                       L

                                       L

                                      I

                                      N

                                      G

Will you stop the clock?

Will you stop my tears from falling?

Don't let these moments

d i s a p p e a r

make one day last for

one hundred years

Don't let these moments

pass us by

like a whisper fades,

like the grass withers and dies.