It's Not Goodbye

Submitted by Wings of Eternity on Fri, 07/10/2020 - 02:44

I'm fine now,
don't you cry.
I'll see you soon,
it's not goodbye.

Remember I'm
always in light,
when you miss me
in the dead of night.

Remember how
much fun we shared.
Remember how
much that we cared.

In our love,
we'll never part.
You'll always have me
in your heart.

Don't you worry,
I'm in God's love,
here in heaven
up above.

I'm fine now,
don't you cry.
I'll see you soon,
it's not goodbye.

A Different Reality

Submitted by Wings of Eternity on Sat, 03/21/2020 - 14:48

Today isn’t just like any other day. Today is my birthday. Today is also my first, and hopefully only, birthday during a widespread pandemic. As I sit here this morning, I have been reflecting on a lot of things. This is set to be the most understated birthday I’ve ever had, and I am surprisingly fine with that. There will be no parties, no visitors, and no decorated cake, despite it being a tradition in our home. There will just be one gift, instead of many, because both of my parents and I can’t work right now during the pandemic. I assured them that it is fine, and it is.

To Cherish

Submitted by Libby on Tue, 01/28/2020 - 08:39

One little cry and a baby is born;
Dark, shiny lashes frame blue infant eyes.

One little hand grasps his brown, leather finger;
Little One captures her old daddy’s heart.

One little word and she’s already talking;
“Mama” and “Dada” she laughs all day long.

One little step and a great heavy fall;
But she’s up again, running to chirp “daddy’s home!”

One little song and she’s crowing a melody;
Warbly, off key, but joyful the same.

One little question unfastens the door;
And Mama’s all-knowing, so fire away!

All the Unburnt Candles

Submitted by JimWaters on Tue, 03/26/2019 - 16:12

A dragon trapped me in the walls
Of fortress worlds away
My hope: one day a knight would come,
Bring me from dark to day

I took a candle, every night
And with a falt’ring tread
I set its tiny flame upon
The sill close by my bed

One day, I said, someone will see
My silent, wretched cry
My plea to search within my walls
To grab my hand and fly

But unlike that which Psyche saw
My candle showed no face
Just blackness, not a star above,
A plane of empty space

The Drops That Dripped

Submitted by JimWaters on Mon, 03/18/2019 - 05:11

I stepped outside,
Felt the slap of winter’s
Icy breath
And stood beneath
The rain-soaked pines

Drops dripped

I looked up, fists clenched
And felt a wet ceiling above
A great ice wall betwixt me
And the sky
Unleashing and spitting upon me

Drops dripped

The Lord had taken my joy
I said
Had swept my feet from under
Like a scythe at harvest
My precious things in their
Full bloom,
Their life and blood on the earth

Drops dripped

The Hollow

Submitted by JimWaters on Thu, 03/14/2019 - 22:10

The Hollow

I’m caught once again betwixt two beacons’ glow
No, rather two sirens beseeching my ear
They beckon me unto them; juts ‘neath the flow
Do threaten to tear me asunder with fear

Their voices do battle, each other o’er me
Each claims theirs the sweeter, theirs honey that’s pure
Their rage caused the boiling, the thrashing, the sea
So wrathful my safe return I can’t be sure

Life As An ENFP

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Wed, 02/27/2019 - 18:58

We are, very concisely, a walking contradiction.

Our brains are buzzing with thoughts and ideas, but we can’t sort them out in time to say what’s on our minds, so we can sometimes come across as quiet.

We are energized by social activities, but at the same time we quickly become exhausted because the bigger the group, the more people there are for us to read and feel and asses. It’s emotionally tiring.

We crave adventure and spontaneous trips, but our own homes and beds are our favorite places to be.

Maybe (revised)

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Mon, 02/18/2019 - 22:23

She was walking alone in the dark, her light blue stilettos clicking insistently on the sidewalk. Her floral cocktail dress was damp from the foggy night air, and she pulled her sleek white coat more tightly across her chest. She shuddered and looked around, shrinking away from the shadowy buildings before taking off on a run to the door of her apartment building. She had been holding in her tears for hours now, and once she shut the door behind her and slipped her coat off she let the river run.

My Life Through Music Part Seven: If...

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Fri, 02/08/2019 - 23:12

I started off the year I turned 20 on a somewhat hopeful note. I had learned to let go of my demons, but yet they still haunted me. My depression was better, but it was still there. In February of 2018 (two months before my 20th birthday) I hit an all-time low. I was becoming more and more sick, and had fallen to the point where I could no longer work out or do any of my normal exercise.
If in one unfortunate moment
You took everything that I own
Everything you've given from heaven above
And everything that I've ever known

Dancing Through Life

Submitted by Grace J. on Tue, 02/05/2019 - 03:54

Sweet, strong, and loud,
They float through the air
Telling me “Come!”
Dance, if I dare

I lift up my head,
My heart jumps upward.
I must go dance to
The music I’ve heard.

I step on the floor,
Caught up in life’s song,
My hands start to clap,
My feet bound along!

I whirl and I twirl,
I slide and I leap,
The music’s notes through
My heart slowly seep.

Tapping and turning,
Clapping and spinning,
The notes and the music,
The noise and the singing.