I'm not happy.
I think of all the things I want to see,but can't.
I'm not wonderful.
I wish that I could be moving,and I'm being held back from all that I find soothing.
I'm not complete.
My guitar sits in a corner-untouched, never tuned. I'm always blue
I feel fake,and stupid.

The rain falls from the sky
So you can hear the dear Lord cry

The life I've come to know
Doesn't seem to show

A child dies everyday
Their mother cries with nothing to say

People sin against our God
Nobody seems to admit their flaws

Theres no way to Heaven
For we all have sinned

Ask for forgivness
And us He will bless

With mercy and grace
Every person every race

God loves us all
To his feet I will crawl

When the end finally comes
And my life is finally done

The chill is gone
the clouds have passed
in the sky the sun shines
will this weather last?
or is it but a golden dream
so vivid is the winter cold in my mind
I cant help but wonder
has the winter past?

age= 13-16

I love the feeling that comes when it's a cool, breezy evening and you go outside and you stand on the cold grass, in bare feet, and watch the sun go down…
Or when you walk across a beach after dark, and just listen to the water and watch the stars, in bare feet too…
Or when you walk through a the woods at midday, and feel the shade, and see how the sun makes splashes of gold on the worn dirt path—and for that to be ideal you have to be in bare feet again. (I think the bare-feet thing helps you to feel closer to it all, or something…)

You are the only one that knows how I feel.
When people hurt me, when they tease me or make fun of me, You know how long the scars take to heal.
You feel my pain, all the hurting, all the shame.
You've been there. You understand.
You came to earth fully God and fully man.
You took the teasing, You took the beating,
You took it all without a word.
You took the crown of thorns, and the people's scorns, and not a complaint was heard.
You let them pierce Your hands and your feet.
You let them shout at You, and You they beat.

I don't know about you, but for me, inspiration comes from the weirdest places. I used to think I was a bit of a freak for being inspired to write when by things like bad cooking or nice cars. I mean, who writes about that stuff? (Hopefully not the person reading this, or else you will probably be pretty mad at me right now...) Sometimes I would find myself trying to write what the world would define as a "normal" essay. Believe me, my 'school file' has its share of "What I Did This Summer" and "My Favorite Things." They don't turn out right for me.

Sometimes
I see the starry skies--
the twinkling of Your eyes,
the Light of heaven.

Sometimes
I see the trees sway
as You whisper in the wind,
"I love you."

Sometimes
I glimpse Your wildness
in stormy rains' caress
of untamed glory.

Sometimes
in the ocean's lullaby
I hear You singing
Your eternal love song.

Sweet smiles covering pain
Harsh trials, deep stains

Intense eyes searching for truth
Toxic lies destroying youth

A bleeding generation, slowly dying
Giving into temptation, thoughtlessly complying

Selfish and violent, wearing painted faces
Deadly silent, without traces

Slowly suffocating, losing the war
A scorpion sting, killing what they adore

Ignited flames burn their lies
Ending their games, unveiling their disguise

Black birds on telephone wires
or notes on a page, to be played
on piano.
Flying round, or staying still;
a sound hovering in air.
Whizzing past the ear,
a race of black and white.

Shining teeth and paper
the black birds' soul delight,
to sit and look at
cloudy sky, from dawn, to noon, to night.
'Til stars shine out
against a darkened sky of black,
to sing out the heart's own song.

Thinking of time.
Looking at the World.
Watching the stars.
Falling through space.
Seeing the future.
Remembering the past.
Longing for the present.
Time to spare.
Time is scarce.
Time is lost.
Blackness surrounds.
Empty space.
The clock is still.
White light surrounds.
Time is gone.
Voices encircle.
Darkness is forsaken.
There is only light.
Hatred is departed.
There is only love.
War is not here.
There is only peace.
Nothing is wrong.