Where I left you

When i was searching I could find You

nowhere

so i stopped searching.

When i was looking

i could not see You

so i looked away.

When i cried out

i could not here You

so i grew silent.

Then

i saw You.

You were searching for my heart,

silently waiting for a chance to cry out

that You are waiting,

with arms wide open,

right where i left You.

Leave

leaves fall

seasons change

days pass

sunset

silhouette

cheeks wet

day’s end

unfriend

sunrise

tears dry

head high

Droplets

Blue skies.

Condensed water drops

clinging to windows

clouding vision,

making it hard to see

a already hidden truth

of the past and

dark skies.

Winter

Winter has returned and with it my sorrow.

As the nights grow darker, so do my thoughts.

When the sun rises, so do my hopes.

Yet with an never rising sun,

what becomes of my joy?

It is constantly confirmed that darkness

surrounds me.

Constantly I am reminded,

by the fog,

of my foggy mind, my unclear vision.

I no longer know the truth,

I no longer no any truth.

With the wind howling and rain drops

racing down from the clouds to their fates

on earth

and darkness filling the skies,

I will still keep smiling.

I will still be still

and know that you are God

Dust

The particles dance in the light.

Each one with its own moves,

yet they all dance to the same beat-

the beat of the wind

in the spotlight of the sun.

I approach them.

They dance faster-

They dance more enthusiastically.

I step into the ballroom.

The particles dance all around me.

They waltz through my hair.

They tickle my nose.

The spotlight blinds me.

I close my eyes.

Dust.

The moment has passed.

I step out of the ballroom.

But the particles keep on dancing,

unchanged,

in the shadow of my absents.

Flowers

“Real flowers do not survive in school” you said,

not knowing the impact of your words.

They tumbled in my head.

They formed new words.

They formed a poem.

“Real flowers do not survive in school” you said,

stroking the plastic leaves of the synthetic plant

on your desk,

not realizing the utter truth in your words.

I see them daily:

putting on their masks,

faking their smiles,

smearing their faces with paint.

I see them in the hallways,

the classrooms,

the school grounds.

I see the flowers

desperately

trying to survive.

Humanity

When life was first created, was it created to end?

When life was first ended, was it God’s intent?

For humans despised the law

and the law was God,

yet the law loved the world.

God was the word

and the word was always there.

The word was the beginning and the word

has no end,

yet the word came down to meet

the world

and there the word was ended,

yet there it was intended.

So when the first life was created,

was it created to end?

When the first life was ended,

was it God’s intent?

Or was it our humanly corrupt world

that made us

but mortal.

Fire

Tears dripped from her dusty face

like water from a leaking tap.

She did not mourn.

She never once sniffed.

She did not make any sounds

that one would make whilst weeping.

She merely stared into her burning past.

Her memories laid like corpses under the rubble,

motionless.

She merely stared into her burning past,

wishing that her tears could bliss the flames.

Childhood

I long for

my childhood.

I long for the

sound of joyful laughter

and playful screams that were stilled by crashing waves.

I long for my wild imagination

and creativity

that lead to the building of homes

for my stuffed friends.

I long for

tea parties with my sister

and water wars with my father.

I long for

the fearful wonder that I felt

every time that thunder roared

and lightning flashed

and my mother’s comforting voice,

her soothing touch as she tucked me in.

I long for the days of exploring and climbing trees

and when scraped knees and splinters

were my only pains.

I long for the days of wishing to be older

and when growing up was a very attractive alternative

to being to young, to short, to little.

I long for

my childhood.