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When Molded Walls Rush In
At this I have one wish To shut my eyes and think myself To a memory when days were simpler, Innocent. Although how innocent? I cannot tell. I only know That God gives strength to bear the weight Of a heavier burden. And… -
Why do we believe in fairy tales?
Especially when we have to face life as it is with the feeling that it shouldn't be this way. that all those stupid stories have led me all astray this whole time... *continue cynicism. -
What, Faithful Phantom
Blue, blue caravan Winding down to the valley of lights My true love is a man Who would hold me for ten thousand nights In the wild wild wailing of wind He's a house 'neath a soft yellow moon.… -
merciless metropolis
"I was thinking about it on the metro; it all came to me slowly and in bits and pieces, tasting like a song but not quite forming into one. New York City...so tantalizing, so fascinating, so intriguing. But everything th… -
Shreds of Camaraderie
Two years ago... Five met in a sheltered patio of a hotel resort, five of the group who had taken a trek to the SouthEast, united briefly for one common goal, one common purpose. I remember talking about the things that … -
scribbles
...At one point something was mentioned about coming to church looking like everything's okay...and how everyone else looks good too. It's so true...we don't ever really take the masks off, ever. But I know we are not al… -
grief observed
En el Corazon What burdens are carried With names Faces, hands, gestures. Living burdens Carried at the core You would never guess They existed. What dreams are shattered Closed behind the door What grief? I would … -
Let it rain
Let it rain as ruby petals sink from this bridge in waterless waves to float in peace and liberation. Let it rain and the cold seep in to find a hidden warmth unlooked for. Let it rain … -
the porcelain face
Give me Your true self The one behind the curtains When the porcelain faces shatter and the pain and the laughter is drawn through To show me who You are this fleeting shadow I hear of Grace, this enigma I cannot compreh… -
Colors
Yesterday I got lost in the circus, Feeling like such a mess. And now I'm down, I'm just hanging on the corner. I can't help but reminisce. Cuz when you're gone, all the colors fade. When you're gone, …
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such Divine Grief
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