a narrative for the english language.

Once upon a time in a whole nother country
their was alot of thirsty people walking in a dessert.
All of the sudden, one turned to his familial dissent and said,
"irregardless of my circumstances, I could care less."
the same exact time, he heard back "Thats rediculous! Your dumb and to much too handle."

meow.

Aaaahhhhh.....curiosity killed the grace.


I'm Free
(Written September 2010)


I take a step towards the sea
like the waves, I'm bold, I'm free!
no more tears and no more ache, 
yet, I feel divine heartbreak
To be here, I stand unsure
It seems to be my only cure
Acceptance, hope & faith in thee
I will cross this mighty sea

word associations.

let it all flow.
happy day. thoughts decay. world is gray. i think i'll stay.
free. to be me.
cold. as i'm told. i am not bold.
help, felt, time, kindness
love, hope, impatience, laughing
stop, dreadful cops. drops of liquid.
draining, slothful. unwinding.
scared. torn. divided. nervous.
heartbeat is steadysturdystreaming through me.

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the thief and the healer/swing

thief and healer
(Written December 2010)


Who has disappeared? A thief, I think
A lapse in my memory, a missing link.
The last poisonous breath purged from my soul
No longer I feel someone else's control
Looking forward, never back
Brilliant colors engulfing the black
In fear I was blind, I look down to find
something so divine...his hand in mine!
He is my healer.
He is my friend.
He's the answer
on the other end.
Always listening, always there
Love eternal, heavenly care. 




Swing 
(Written for a BYU-I Poetry Contest in April 2009, won 2nd place)


a curse for this town escaped my tongue
it seems hardly worth my time
i push, i pull. i push, i pull.
Between these rusted chain links.
i've never worked so hard
to be reminded of my intertwined failures
my hands desperately clutch the rusted chains
dirt and gravel fill my shoes
With one arduous heave, the blue sky opens up
I reconsider where the heavens truly lie
is it unreachable, above me?
Or just one more push away?
i close my eyes to gather my spirits
and i outstretch my arm in the cool, crisp air
giving up--leaving my fate
in the wind, that gives me an extra boost
for the roles are opposite
for he that swings and he that pushes
and that same wind, i cannot see
assists me when i've done all i can

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