I'll just put poems here as I write them. I'm not sure if they are any good but I will collect them here. OK?
I will organize them by date because I have no clue how to name them. And not all of them necessarily have anything to do with God. But I write them to express my feelings rather than to take them out on others or keep them bottled up like I used to. I'm done rambling now so...
11/02
Life is a taxi cab
It's fine until you get in
and you can smell the body odor
of the driver. All you can do
is wait untill you get out.
8/8/03
I can feel the wind blowing in the air.
It seems to cut like knives.
I scream in pain but no sound can be heard,
for darkness has arrived.
I have no choice but to follow shadows
wherever they may go.
I remain afraid, but I continue on,
my fear, it seems, to grow.
As I near my stop, uneasyness is
the feeling in my chest,
as I know that I'll never awaken
from my eternal rest.
11/27/03
My greed has got the best of me.
I don't know what to do.
I pray that God might set me free.
I keep from me the truth.
My blame is on surroundings.
I should be blamed in lieu.
My sight was clouded; now I see.
I can't not be with you.
I didn't notice until just now, how much my outlook has changed over the past year.
I guess if you want, tell me what you think. And please be honest.
JC-216
I will organize them by date because I have no clue how to name them. And not all of them necessarily have anything to do with God. But I write them to express my feelings rather than to take them out on others or keep them bottled up like I used to. I'm done rambling now so...
11/02
Life is a taxi cab
It's fine until you get in
and you can smell the body odor
of the driver. All you can do
is wait untill you get out.
8/8/03
I can feel the wind blowing in the air.
It seems to cut like knives.
I scream in pain but no sound can be heard,
for darkness has arrived.
I have no choice but to follow shadows
wherever they may go.
I remain afraid, but I continue on,
my fear, it seems, to grow.
As I near my stop, uneasyness is
the feeling in my chest,
as I know that I'll never awaken
from my eternal rest.
11/27/03
My greed has got the best of me.
I don't know what to do.
I pray that God might set me free.
I keep from me the truth.
My blame is on surroundings.
I should be blamed in lieu.
My sight was clouded; now I see.
I can't not be with you.
I didn't notice until just now, how much my outlook has changed over the past year.
I guess if you want, tell me what you think. And please be honest.
JC-216
