Too long since word to page was formed
Too long thoughts rolled in silence
Too long she waits for ink to drip
And shape to fill the void
Fit they won't inside the box
The thoughts outside her mind
And so in silence here she sits
To scratch the itch inside
What has happened here of late
There is much to tell
A book that claims the God of Love
Has held her in His hand
A struggle felt inside the heart
A soul that can't or won't believe
Faith a burden too big to bear
Captivating, isn't she?
Too much to process
Too much to understand
The message slipping through her hands
Can't find what she can't possess
Irritation creeps and bubbles
A whisper of a thought
It could be you, it could be you
Is squashed and then is gone
Where is Truth?
Can it be found?
No transcendental promises please
What was meant for them can not be used for me.
Don't let it go
Like Jacob and the angel
Wrestle through the night
She won't let go
He won't give up
May the best man win the fight.
It's not for me,
It's too..... something
My Norman Rockwell
15 years ago
5 comments:
helloooooo yes i am here and i check every day.
which poem were you wondering about, deary dear?
6 days and counting. WAHHOOOO!!!
cant wait to see you, and carly of course. and joel. that turd. and everybody else. matt is equally excited.
one more plug for tulsa- there are amazing parks that you can take carly to, and one with a 3 mile track we can walk/run around. and even better- it's not totally flat, so you actually get your heart rate going.
did i mention that the schools are fabulous too? high school sports are INSANE here, so are the high schools, actually. the public schools are amazing and pay mucho dollar-os.
really i'm just praying God's will, though it would be soooooooooooooo crazy cool to have you so close!!!!!!!!
the one about America.
I know, I think it would be fun and exciting. Plus I"m just ready for a change. Plus I'm really ready for more money!!
well, i like it.
honestly the first thing that popped in my head after i read the last line "i am an american..." i thought "hear me roar".
not trying to be funny, that really popped in my head.
do you just write poems like daily or something? i like them a lot.
I made the blog so I would feel compelled to write something pretty much every day, to develop my writing skills. Glad you like them. So far, I like them too.
Hear me roar! That's great amy, i didn't even think of htat. Had lunch with Mere today. it was fun!
Carly has to runs. Since three a.m. today she's been pooping through everything. poor girl. I don't know what that is about. She had butter in her noodles and on her toast and i wonder (for the first time i mean) if she's allergic to that so its given her the runs? who knows.
i can't wait till you guys get here. painting is off. not gonna happen. Don't even bring your stuff cause we won't be needing it.
the park is a definite perk. no parks here thats for sure. well honeycutt is okay.
honeycutt sucks.
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