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I saw a guy today, who from the back, looked exactly like him. For a moment, my heart leapt, and I was drawn towards him, but as I passed, I realized ..
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a poem about be and a summer storm
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This is a story about a worship service I attended where the guy I had a crush on at the time was leading worship. I haven't felt the presence of God..
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It must be exceedingly difficult
to be you.
I realize that waking up
with a golden face
and a golden heart
and a golden voice
and a golden futur..
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Is there,
a word,
for when you lie under
the gleaming eyes of God, feeling like a pinprick on the hillside,
and your heart and lungs swell up like..
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Geez, it just sucks sometimes, ya know?
The whole thing twists me.
Out of nowhere.
I realize I never understood him,
even when I thought I did.
W..
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He is on my mind today.
Unwelcome.
Remnants like cobwebs.
I want to move in reverse.
Why does he still haunt me?
Why haven't I adjusted when he w..
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winter comes with wings like vultures
to grate against my memory
and itch the things about you
that I want to remember
but can't.
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And I keep thinking the days must be longer here.
There's no one to keep them from evaporating
like they never were
like they had no right to exist..
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or the story of how all we do is stare
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