When tears I cry I cry for me,
In selfish pride my tears flow.
I know this doesn't have to be;
It doesn't and this I know.
But when He cried His bitter tears
He wept with grief, not shame.
He payed for sins of all the years,
And still we mocked His name.
Our Lord and Savior took the blow,
He sacrificed His life, in love.
We murmur as we reap and sow,
While He looks pitying from above.
June 12, 2009
Dear Journal,
I made two new friends at the park this afternoon. They were a brother and sister named Josh and Kelly. Josh is 16 and Kelly is 14. They're homeschooled. I figured out that they live three houses down from mom and me so they invited me to hang out at their house tomorrow afternoon for a couple of hours. They have a big pool so we'll probably swim. And Josh said he'd teach me how to skateboard. He's pretty cool.
Kennedy
[this piece has been redacted for publication in my school's literary journal!]
He broke through the trees into a back clearing.
It was the meadow of Cooney’s farm, and the setting sun was kindling a glow on the tips of the trees and illuminating the russet grass.
Through this marriage of light and color, a lowing proceeded, and a herd of cows came lumbering.
Behind them, a girl in a dress was swinging a twig. She was small from this distance, abstract and in a world of her own.
He was nervous and shy – nervous and shy before her, he never understood why – but he called out,
“Aggie!”
Radio waves travel all across the world to get to the reciever in your hand
I love you like the radio transmitter loves the reciever
Gamma brain waves are where ideas of universal love are found
I love you like the universe loves us so much it gave us Gamma waves
And sleep, love, sleep
Eternal love I keep
I keep it deep within my breast
I keep it hid so you can rest
Sleep, love, sleep
Kisses we shared but never will speak
Sleep, love, sleep
I'll cut out my heart so you never weep
"The end is the eternal beginning for some, and for others it is yet the eternal ending."
My grandad used to say that to my Daddy back when I was a little kid, and then he would take out his Bible and read from it. My daddy always got mad and left, dragging me along to the truck. Momma always cried when he did that, and looked back at grandad as if to say she was sorry for the mean things daddy said. So that's why we didn't visit Grandad and Gramma very often.
A steaming plate of pancakes was sitting on the end table by the couch when I came out of the shower the next morning. Beside it was a tray with silverware, syrup, and butter. Jerome was singing Christmas carols in the kitchen in a voice that sounded almost exactly like Louis Armstrong.
“Mornin’, Walter,” he called, pausing mid-phrase when he heard me. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Jerome.”
“Eat up before your pancakes get cold. There’s plenty more on the way.”
Once upon a time there was a princess. Her name was the symbol of melodic and mystical winds from across the lands of the kingdom. Her mother died when she was five or six and she was left to reign with her father, Eviscus. Eviscus was a king of dark complexion and deep black eyes. Rainne (the princess) was of opposite appearance with warm greyish blue eyes and fawn colored hair. She was a meek and quiet maiden of light, and even in her dark confinement she was a pool of sparkling light in itself.
A bitter wind blows its warning breath,
thunder rolls in angry protest,
I taste the dread; the tempest that is to come.
It feels like a meeting,
a date if you will, with the doomed sky.
Clouds suddenly are torn asunder,
grey visages weeping,
keeping unsteady time with their tears.
Lightning strikes and all is hushed;
for a moment, time stands still.
The clouds begin weeping again,
a silent lament to the inevitable,
waiting for the sun to once again
dry their tears.
If I was to write my truth
In color
They would stretch to either side
Of me
Elastic in consistency
Deep browns and cold blues
A silent lilac a
Simmering red
All of them distinctly separate
Distinctly grasping
At my hair and clothes
Pulling my awares in
Five-thousand directions
Complicating
Compensating
Calming hazing
Forcing me into my own
I know
I have a long way to go
My priorities keep
Leaping
To new ground
For now
I'm okay with where I am