His World · Poetry

It’s Ok

It's okay to feel lost at times,It's okay to cry.Having a fragmented heart does not prevent you from loving wholly, because although we are different, we are one in the fact that we all have the experience of being human and experiencing our fair share of suffering, pain and confusion. It's okay to love again.It's… Continue reading It’s Ok

His World · Poetry

In another life…

In another life promises will be kept and love won't grow cold. In a reminiscent state I long for the warmth of summer and the sweetness that winter once hadAs your warm breath cleared your foggy screen and exposed its little cracks;A portrait of my breaking heart. You broke me first and in the process,I… Continue reading In another life…

Poetry

Stages of pain

Going through the motions, internalized emotions, fueling not so accurate perceptions, This all happening to her, hidden thoughts of is this real, maybe it is all true, I must have done this to myself. Going through it emotionally displaying through physically expression known to the common tongue as tears, The sudden surge of unexplainable most… Continue reading Stages of pain

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Worship

I wonder why they look at me strangelike i don't belong on this rowi'm trying to figure out if i'm stayingcuz i don't feel welcome herei know i'm not dressed like everyone elseand i don't own a pair of church shoesbut i'm here because i needed some helpi'm starting to think that i made a… Continue reading Worship

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Before they die

Give them flowers when they can still smell them, not when their bodies are buried in caskets, six feet deep then later on claim that your love for them was deep... Tell them you love them while they can still hear it, not when they're unresponsive and covered with sheets on hospital beds, or covered… Continue reading Before they die

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Confessions of a Christian youth

No one grows up untouched by darkness.Things we want no one to find out about,Untold truthsNot only the stories behind our scars,But the wounds that led to them,Not only our deeds but the desires from whence they came.It is only through confession that we heal and stop portraying a picture of perfection that everyone admires… Continue reading Confessions of a Christian youth

Poetry

To my next love

I am not sure what my next love will look like. So I send this letter out into the universe as a prayer to her Creator and I seal it with a kiss... I wonder what she is like.Perhaps nothing like me but a mate to my healing soulI've been through a lot of things… Continue reading To my next love

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The Forgotten

I was born blind,Unable to see my mother's smileIf ever I did make her smile,Or the proud look of my fatherIf ever he was proud of me,It wasn't too long until society turned a blind eye to me,Isolated,Forgotten... I was deaf,Never heard the birds chirping,Waterfalls cascading down rocky riverbeds,Or even an "I love you" from… Continue reading The Forgotten

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She is someone…

Sometimes my prayers go up in the form of tears,And to me that's a privilege because somewhere out there, a million prayers go up in the form of blood and rape wounds... I ponder on the man privilege that I have been born into; how I can walk on the streets of the rape capital… Continue reading She is someone…

His World · Poetry

The Imperfect Bride of Christ

I have chosen to percolate a culture overly obsessed with romance and intimacy and yet, so reluctant to discover the full extent of Love.If only they could have an encounter- this is my story... To me, love is free will.If I left you the choice,Would you still love me?If I showed you all my flaws,Would… Continue reading The Imperfect Bride of Christ