I Mistook You For An Angel

Upon our meeting’s end 
When you turned away
I can only smile
For I believe-
I have something to say

A feather rested upon your shoulder
It seemed uncannily right
And for a second I believed
You’d spread your wings and take flight

I mistook you for an angel
For a moment so quick so brief
I cannot help but laugh
However, I’m relived

For an angel cannot love
A meer mortal such as I
And if you’d ask me for my heart
It would be something I could not deny

Your presence no longer inhabits this place
And although I can’t see your face
I can sense the smallest trace
Of the beauty that I remember

And I still see that feather on your shoulder
For beauty is in the eye of the beholder…
Right?

music makes the melancholy…

not so melancholy… sometimes.

i am so thankful that i joined Phil Wickham’s Mobile Mob.

i came back from my morning class and decided to take a much deserved and much needed nap.

i forgot to set the alarm.

at 12:15pm CST… my phone goes off with a text message from Phil sending a pic.

i look at the clock and see this time and immediately jump out of bed

my next class would be starting at 12:30pm CST

so, i would like to personally thank Phil Wickham for his Mob… because I was saved from missing a quiz that would have been devestating to my grade if i missed it. you aren’t allowed to make up anything in college… at least not in my college.

so yes… today has been an amazing day!!!

thanks Phil!

Not Forgotten

I think about you often
And I wish you could see
That you are not forgotten
My dear lost friend

When I pick up this pen
Words for you replace the ink
And I remember when
Such bittersweet memories

You are not forgotten
I think about you often
And today I wish…

clerihew

a poem dedicated to my old drama friends who i am honoured to have participated in the beautiful performance of Man of La Mancha

Sophia Loren
A woman eyed by many men
A spirited character by the name of Aldonza
But was called Dulcinea by the Man of La Mancha

 —

my favourite part about the poem is the name of the style.. Clerihew… love it!

the end for now.

Everlasting

V1: 

i sit here tonight
not knowing what to say
i feel your anger churning
the pain is burning
your true smile has faded away 

we’re at a crucial point in life
nothing’s turned out like we thought
disappointments, loss, and pain
we look down to see what we’ve gained

Chorus:

but we’re looking the wrong way, my friend
we’re taking the long way, my friend
and in the end, we’ll get what we deserve

and though life has treated you unfair
i know you know that Jesus cares
and in the end, you’ll gain
an everlasting love, my friend

V2:

you’re a victim of love lost
and i have yet to find
but we’ve been there to see each other
treated so unkind

we’ll live to see
what love could be
what’s real and true
and I’ll be there for you

Chorus:

but we’re looking the wrong way, my friend
we’re taking the long way, my friend
and in the end, we’ll get what we deserve

and though life has treated you unfair
i know you know that Jesus cares
and in the end, you’ll gain
an everlasting love, my friend

Bridge:

Love takes patience
So, come what may
God is with us
He’ll show us the way

Chorus 2:

but we’re looking the wrong way, my friend
we’re taking the long way, my friend
and in the end, we’ll get what we deserve

and though life has treated us unfair
it’s true, we know that Jesus cares
and in the end, we’ll gain
an everlasting love, my friend

—

this is a song for a dear friend that is going through a very difficult time right now. i don’t understand fully what they are going through. but i know that God is going to seem them through. i’m trying to be the best friend that i can be to them although i know i can’t fix what is troubling them. all i can do is lend an ear and show true heartfelt sympathy and, at times, true empathy. our lives haven’t turned out how we thought they would a long time ago. we both relate to Brandon Heath’s “I’m Not Who I Was” a lot. change is surprising sometimes. but it’s eminent and it’s something we have to accept. so, that’s what this song is about.

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a two-liner that i came up with for an away message…. yet again. i need to find a song to put around it.

 The heart’s more evident–
When the beat is violent

hmm…

ponder upon this i shall

two by two

two little pieces i made a long time ago. one of them actually made for an away message on AIM. but hey…. whatever works right? haha

 first one…. the AIM one.

Dawn Draws Neigh

sleep draws in the dawn
so sleep…dawn draws neigh
sleep till the light dances upon your eyes
and awakens your senses
to think, to feel, to breathe, what’s real
to open up the doors of mystery
the present, the future, and what’s history
we’ll make history, you and i
but sleep on dear one, as dawn draws neigh

 —-

this one is one of the quickest songs i have ever written… i wrote this within 5 minutes last year. i am not completely satisfied with it yet though. i need to add or subtract or something to it… i don’t know what though. it’s a work in progress.

Verse 1:

Life’s got you down, so far down
So hopeless, like you’re gonna drown
Nobody seems to even care
Weakness strips your emotions so bare

Chorus:

cause it gets colder
as you grow older
that’s the world for you

just keep smilin’
give it a while and
you’ll get through
I promise you

Verse 2:

The game of life isn’t always fair
It’s a dirty game, full of wear and tear
But it all depends on you
Make your move or you’re gonna lose

Bridge:

Choose this day, take or give
Your life is worth all it’s worth to live

Just keep smilin’
Give it a while and
He will get you through
I promise you

yeah…. not so good yet. not exactly post worthy…. but i hate to leave any of my writings out.

Once Lovely

I’ll try to be polite
Just this once
But I can’t seem to get my mind around–
The fact that you aren’t here anymore

It hurts to know that you were once so bright
A brilliant star in the darkest night
But now it seems your light’s so dim
What caused this fading of the soul?

Because I need to know
How could this happen?
You went out of nowhere
You’re long gone from where you were

And I can’t help but cry for you
Pray for you, lie awake for you
Cause all I want is for your soul to find–
It’s way back to redemption

You shone with the glory
A bright fire blazed within you
You were a mentor, a friend, a lovely creature
And darkness was far from your face

But I can no longer trace the kindred soul
Who I laughed with, talked with
Shared with, prayed with
And I am filled with deep sorrow

Cause all I want is that your soul
Would find redemption once more
Oh how my heart aches
Oh how my heart breaks
That you could see, break free, and be–
The lovely one that I remember

 —-

This is a very emotional poem for me. I had a lovely friend who turned away from their faith and everything that made them lovely. It broke my heart to see the devestating changes that this turning away caused. Ever since I realized this, I do not go a day without thinking of this person. I continually pray for this person. My soul aches for them and I cannot help but weep for this precious soul. It is so hard to face the fact that not everyone will keep their faith and that there will be people who turn away from the truth. But it hurts when someone, who was once on fire for God, leaves it all behind. It breaks my heart. It fills me with a holy anger. I’m blessed to be an intercessor. When in intercessory prayer, I cannot even describe the pain and the anger that I feel when praying for lost souls that were once my dearest friends on fire for God. It’s like, you want to just run up to these people and beat them up until you’ve convinced them into coming back to the Lord. The reality is, however, that we can’t force people to do things we want them to do. We can wish all we want… but free will allows them to choose whether or not they want to serve God or not. It hurts, I know. Countless tears have been shed for these people that I love so dearly. So, that is what my poem is about.

Suffocating

This paralyzed tounge finds it hard to say
The things in which were meant to be said
Words wither and tear
Hardly shared–
With those that they were intended

A price cannot be placed
Upon thick words, with a deep rich taste
And yet I sit here trying to analyze–
These priceless words for their worth

I sit here dazed, glaring at a screen
Fingers sit at their regular positions
And still, I lack the emotion–or rather–devotion–
To write out these words for you to hear

Because I wish I could scream them out
Let out these words which sting like poison
Clogging up these delicate veins
These veins in which words flow

But I sit here paralyzed
Unable to realize
Unable to accept–
Speech is simple
But the mind, which controls the dumbfounded function, protests

This festering sore, within the deepest part of me
Can bare such pestering for only a little while more
Then it will all pour out upon neighboring ears
A late birth for a premature crowd

I search in hope to speak
I write with hope to breathe–
Fresh air which dominates the illuminated mind
In hopes for something new for my pen

I long for something quite new
Paper can only take so much monotany–
Before it withers and tears

When It Rains– It Pours

The rain, the thunder, inky black clouds
Bring forth a certain gloomy shroud–
To one’s day

Sometimes

It rains and it pours
Seems dreary and hopeless
But it opens doors–
For new beginnings

Most of the time

She doesn’t step out–
Into the flooded street
All because she’s too afraid she’ll drown

Always

I’ll step out onto the quenched earth
Gaze up at the pregnant clouds
And forget these moments of electric beauty–

Never