I have begun writing some, stuff. I'm told it's called prose poetry, but yeah.
Cry in Silence
A jumbled mess. A whirlpool of emotions, all going by too fast for anyone else to see. But you? You see it all. Every single emotion is like another jab to your heart.
Anger, fear, despair, but at the center of it all, sadness.
You fall to the ground because you just can't take it anymore. And because of this, people see you as weak. But the ones who fell to the ground are stronger than those standing up, and they say that you are weak to put you down, because they are scared of you. Someone so strong, but so scared.
And so the whirlpool surrounds you and no one around is brave enough to go to you, and so you sit, and you cry in silence....
The Feeling of Flying (Alone and Free)
Just you and me, endlessly spinning through the air.
I can feel the wind, chilling, but freeing.
No boundaries. Nothing to hold us back.
Just the wind, the sky, and the sea below us.
Soaring free, you and me. You and me, alone, and free.
In-between the Battle Lines
Have you ever tried to go up against everything you've been told was right?
Have you ever had to fight?
Surrounded by people who are telling you are wrong.
And people from both sides, they're telling you your wrong, because you never really picked a side at all...
And because you never picked a side, both sides hate you.
And so you walk in between the battle lines, not agreeing with either side. Because both sides have proven to you, that they are both wrong...
And there are a few who call you an inspiration, because of the stand you took, but they have their own sides.
And you walk in between the battle lines, and you walk alone.
My life is perfect the way it is.
Don't believe me, do you?
No one's life can be PERFECT.
Or can it?
Or maybe our definition of Perfect, is wrong.
Perfect, complete. Perfect does not mean without issues, it means complete.
My life is perfect because it's where I fit best.
It's where God put me. It's where I belong.
How could I ever ask for more?
I feel it. Every. Single. Day.
And sometimes, I want to give up. Take my own life.
But every time I do, I remember...
Without pain, our lives would be boring.
Our lives would have no interest, no spark.
And so I deem life worth living.
A great adventure. A thrilling story.
And who wants to miss out on that?
My life is so exciting.
Every time I wake up things are different.
And there's a whole world to explore.
Always something to do, always somewhere to go.
And it's always different than anything I've ever done before.
A new adventure every day.
And that's what's so exciting.
And here is my favorite.
Currently Unamed. If you have any suggestions, tell me!
Each time a drop of rain fell, it worked for this stunning outcome.
Every time the rain clouds came, and the snow fell, it was all in preparation for this moment.
Every curve in this rock, every bend and dip, all whilst knowing what was to come.
And finally the day approaches, and the fog rolls in, in it's own perfect time as the sun greets the Earth, making the perfectly stunning background for a carefully carved mountain range.
At last, the moment is here. The day when a photographer will look at this scape, and deem it worthy of their time.
As the camera shutter clicks, God knows that one day, a girl would see this picture, and think of Him.
On the Other Side
I was always on the other side of things.
The other side of that fence into that school yard.
The other side of that window while our cousins played outside.
The other side of that wall to that Sunday School class with that one teacher that you always wanted, only to be ripped away from everything and everyone you've ever known before you could.
The other side, always looking in.
Other side of this, other side of that. The list goes on.
And after a long while, I broke through the wall.
And I found myself in way over my head.
So here I am again.
Outside of that wall you put up to keep me out, thinking I'd have somewhere else to go.