Notebook flipped open to an empty page
Pencil in hand, eraser in range
A mess of ideas desperately waiting to be written
But yet I think to myself, "Where is my inspiration?!"
Empty, like a useless vessel, I feel
If I was really blessed with such an incredible gift
Why am I not pouring it out to the world?
Oh what a God-given gift I have blessed with!
The gift to design a world of my own
The gift to sing without a voice
The gift to fly on the wings of the wind
In a few days, it’s rumored, that Obama will make a treaty with the U.N. that will take away our constitution. It will make us equal with all the other countries of the world. We will no longer be a world power. How can this happen!!! This has no advantage to anyone. Well, except for the guys who want to kill us. Obama is such a Communist. Please pray that this bill does NOT pass. If we unite, God may act on our behalf.
(I had to re-post this as poetry, instead of fiction)
Here is a little more randomness--fruit of my writing assignments for class. For this one, I had to take line from a poem I'd already written and write a new poem with it, and then take a line from the new one and do it again...
“More Than I Can Imagine”
I love the one who has always existed.
The one who I can always rely upon.
The one who never breaks a promise.
The one who I know, no matter what I do,
He will always love me more than I can imagine.
I doubted, but now I know
That makes you stronger.
In this life, I wonder what my prupose is.
But as I look in the sky, my worries fade
And I know he there for me.
When fear swirles around me,
when my fears
have worn me out
and worn me thin
can I crawl up on Your lap
and fall asleep there
until I can breathe again?
when my dreams
have left me cold
and all alone
can I run into Your arms
and learn to bear it
until I can dream again?
and when my love
breaks my heart
and takes me apart
can I come in close to You
and touch Your wounds
until my pain makes me one with You
and brings me back to life again?
I knew all along that it would end this way,
But I didn't realize that it would be this way.
I knew all along what I had to do,
But I never took time to see what I was doing.
I knew I had to gain their trust in order to work against them,
But I never thought that in gaining their trust I would learn to love them.
I am standing in a forest, but I can’t see the trees for the vines growing around me. Above me, below me, to all sides, the vines grow and block out the smallest glimpse I can have of the trees. The air is hot and stifling, but every now and then a breeze comes through. It smells sweet and flowery, and it lifts my sticky hair off my forehead. It shifts the vines for a second, and for that brief second I see into heaven. The vines close, cutting of the breeze, the forest, and the flowers. But the forest continues to call out to me.
This look in my eyes is a desperate glance in the dark
No weight on my shoulders, but it’s like an anvil to the heart
I can’t find my answers if I don’t know what to ask
I can’t fill my need until I know what I lack
It’s so hard to hold on when the silence is all I hear
Right when I need your arms around me, I find no faith that you are near
It doesn’t just seem like yesterday when everything was fine
How suddenly I’ve lost the joy I thought was mine
Stuck in this confusion, my truth becomes a lie
Flowing tears, healing tears, strip away fears
for reaching hands, that love the man
beneath the scars, like shattered stars
holds tight to hope, with heartbreak notes
the sorrow held, because they fell
but long for more, knees on the floor.
Father hold them, come and show them
mercy meets them, where "forgive me" stands.
Down from Heaven, breaching chasm
between who I could be, and who I am
Offering of grace, for them for me
more than we could imagine
more than we could dream
and I pray you grant us