A Too Familiar Place

As the world spins 'round,
I'm stuck in one place,
with a halfway broken heart
and a too familiar face.

All I see is darkness,
not even artificial light,
so I remain still and listen,
watching my faith become my sight.

I've poured out my soul
into one, broken being
for whom I struggle so,
which causes his instant fleeing.

My heart is in the right place,
but I'm doing everything wrong.
With a far too impatient being,
too far into the future I long.

I don't want to give up yet,
for fear the outcome will surely cause pain,
and with my whole heart I love,
but a strength and hope, I feign.

I cannot hope to roam once more,
but this too familiar face
is far too sick of being stuck
in this same familiar place.

The Sweetest Boy

The sweetest boy I ever met
Was a wondrous boy, still growing yet.

He told me stories of his gloomy past,
With no remorse, no looking back.

His heartbeat always lulled me to sleep,
And in my mind his smile I'd keep.

For us, I thought every love song written,
And for him I was completely smitten.

He was the star in my sky,
The wind in my wings,
The apple of my eye,
The king to my queen.

The blood in my veins,
The breath in my lungs,
The rhythm in the rain,
Sweetest song ever sung.

Any words, any language could never express,
And to him I could give nothing less,
Than my heart and my soul,
My start and my whole,
My being, complete control.

He taught me what it meant to love,
Gave me hope every day,
But I'm as fragile as a dove,
Because my heart with him will stay.

I know for him, I had to be made
And nothing on earth could have me swayed.

I love this boy, I'll scream it out,
I need this boy, without a doubt.

In my heart, I swear him to hide,
Until the very day I die. <3

I'll find you

I'd walk a million miles for you
I'd swim the depths of oceans blue
I'd fight your wars and reign supreme
For you I'd do anything.

I'd take a bullet to the chest
I'd lay down my life to give you rest
I'd give up all for just one kiss
And when I'm gone, it's you I'll miss.

Wish I could express what it does to me
When I understand that you could leave
I want your heart, I want your soul
Wanna be be the half that makes you whole.

I don't know what or when I did,
But I beg you please, me to forgive
I don't know my wrong, or my offense
So I've been shattered ever since.

I want to be different than the rest
Wanna make that heart beat in your chest
So when the morning comes anew,
I pray in my heart I'll still find you.

Dream Weaver

A boy who held a heart in his hands
Well, not quite a boy but not yet a man
The heart was as soft and tender as clay
Maybe that boy wouldn't give it away
The heart would shrivel for fear of being crushed
And that boy refused to be rushed
But he dreamt of a girl that would sing him to sleep
To hold to a heart he didn't fear keep
For his was surrounded by a cold layer of stone
Which may, in turn, have kept him alone
But in his hands, the heart began to pound
Filled with wonder and overjoyed at the sound
He ran through the snow, wild flakes tumbling cold
And within his chest, his heart became gold

- - -

There once was a girl with a surrogate heart
Held by a boy who could tear it apart
In hope of rescue, she wrote his dreams by night
But the act couldn't quite seem to stifle her fright
It was true that she loved him, silly as it seems
Always on her mind, vivid in her dreams
She'd do anything for him, he wouldn't have to ask
But fear was her pain and worry, her mask
Until one day he took off through the snow
She could hardly bear that she'd have to watch him go
She shut her eyes tight, afraid to even peek
Hoping he'd come back by the end of the week
And then she realized the ground beneath her moved
He was on a journey, and she was coming, too.

- - -

Day by day, the story unfolds
Two star-crossed lovers, two hearts of gold.

Forgetfulness

I worry about what to wear
I worry about how to fix my hair
I worry about all the little things
Particularly what the future brings
I worry about my single life
I worry about becoming a wife
I worry about the money I’ll make
And what in my world will be at stake

But I forget about the starving children
A hunger so deep, nothing can fill them
I forget about the homeless father
With help, people don’t care to bother

I forget about the widowed and broken
And all the kind words that go unspoken
I forget about Christians, persecuted
Families murdered and houses looted

I forget about the poor and blind
The innocent babies killed before their time
I forget about the abused and battered
The countless households that ended up shattered

I forget about the lepers and maimed
The wild minds that can’t be tamed
The angry and forgotten locked inside
The beautiful souls the world tries to hide

I forget about the single mothers
Paying one bill just to find another
I forget about the inmates of a county jail
And all the lost sinners facing a fiery hell

And in my worry, I find my dismay
Understanding my worries are enough for today
I forget the God that created the Earth
That made all my struggles fulfill their worth

I forget the God that is Holy and Whole
And for my life has set a goal
I forget the power of His loving hands
The obedience with which I must keep His commands

I forget the God that is my rock and my shield
And through his spirit, the power I can wield
I forget the God that was in control of the past
And the redemption He sent that will forever last

I remember the Man that died to save my soul
And the worries of tomorrow, I no longer know.

So that I Can Move Mountains

1 If I speak the languages of men and of angels, but do not have love,  
I am a sounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
2 If I have the gift of prophecy,
and understand all mysteries and all knowledge,
and if I have all faith, so that I can move mountains,
but do not have love, I am nothing.
3 And if I donate all my goods to feed the poor,
and if I give my body to be burned,
but do not have love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient; love is kind. Love does not envy;
is not boastful; is not conceited;
5 does not act improperly; is not selfish;
is not provoked; does not keep a record of wrongs;
6 finds no joy in unrighteousness, but rejoices in the truth;
7 bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never ends.
But as for prophecies, they will come to an end;
as for languages, they will cease;
as for knowledge, it will come to an end.
9 For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.
10 But when the perfect comes, the partial will come to an end.
11 When I was a child, I spoke like a child,
I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.
When I became a man, I put aside childish things.
12 For now we see indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face.
Now I know in part, but then I will know fully, as I am fully known.
13 Now these three remain: faith, hope, and love.
But the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13




A heart empty, sad, and cold
Longing for a heart of gold
An examination of the self
Longing for a heart of health
Do not hold yourself to blame
Then you'll create a heart of shame

Love is not boastful nor conceited
Don't let your desire be defeated
It is not selfish or provoked
But should remain equally yoked

It keeps no records of your wrongs
No matter the hurt felt for so long
Whether I know fully or in part
The love residing in my heart
I shall learn to rejoice in truth
Relinquishing my immature youth
For a love I cannot envy
But does a soul exist within me?

Without love, nothing can be known
And so I'll spend my days alone
In learning how I'll bear the weight
I can't afford to hesitate

And now these three remain
The faith and hope to face the pain
Yet, the greatest of these is love
Only to find standards I fall short of
The standard of original sin
Still I know love never ends

Love is patient, love is kind
It's something I have yet to find
But I intend to discover
That I am nothing but a lover.

A Prose Piece I Wrote for English

What is real that isn't measurable?

Forgiveness; by far one of the hardest things to measure, how much to give, how much to receive. The power of prayer; a power so great it can move mountains and reach to the ends of the earth. Sincere forgiveness is the most difficult gift to give because not only is pardon being given and pain being released, but a piece of the heart is lost. The offender can take that piece and do whatever they wish to it; be it a continuous battering or a consistent nurturing. Prayer, the easiest gift to give; a loving request that God will work in His mightiest ways. The hardest words I have ever had to say have been, “Can you forgive me?” Equally as difficult, praying out loud has left me frightened, self-conscious, and tongue-tied because I’m too afraid of what someone might think of my requests and eloquence more so than what the Holy and Almighty Lord thinks. For some reason humans desire to hold on to the pain caused to them and return it tenfold. The sweetest release is giving it all to God, healer of hearts, and savior of souls, and being able to recognize His voice when He speaks.


I’ve heard story upon story about people whose families have been brutally murdered or accidentally killed and when the individual came face to face with the one who took their loved one, they were able to look them in the eye and say I forgive you. I like to think that I would be so confident in my spiritual walk that I would be able to do the same, but pray I’m never faced with the situation. But it scares me that even little things are hard to forgive; hurtful words, mean glances, honest mistakes. I’ve come to find that only God can mend a heart and it happens over the course of His perfectly planned schedule. I understand now that Christians suffer for many legitimate reasons; no pain is ever without cause. As humans, we like to hurt; we continually cause ourselves pain, and for what reason? For pity? For sympathy? For nothing. Through prayer, we gain wisdom; through forgiveness, we gain peace.

I have discovered that humbling oneself and asking for forgiveness, as well as, asking for God’s blessing on any situation is far more fulfilling than any method of revenge could ever be. Forgiveness isn’t a one way thing; it takes two to Tango. Both parties have to recognize they were in the wrong; one for holding a grudge, bad thoughts about the offender are inevitable, and the other for trespassing against their friend, intentionally or unintentionally.

Sin is an awfully ugly thing; inherently instilled within our genetic make-up. Neither can we escape it, nor redeem ourselves when in the wrong, being almost every moment of our lives. But for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction that occurs. For every sin, there is a grace so beautiful, it’s truly unfathomable. When beginning to grasp the immensity of this concept called grace, brokenness and a new desire to be obedient to God as He has been obedient to every lowly sinner burns within the soul and heart and mind.

My sins are real, but immeasurable. God’s loving grace is real, but immeasurable. And for that, I am immeasurably grateful.



Ephesians 3:20-21 “Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.”