Saturday, August 20, 2011

Late night silence

The TV is on, and I can hear myself typing, but that is it. The occasional buzzing of my phone for txts. My head swims in excitement, but not always the good kind. Its just very active. Im scared to say some things that are on my mind. What if its used against me? Doubtful, but what if someone actually reads it. Look, you see that, still with the What Ifs. Its never-ending I tell you.

Please Please whatever you do, I pray you dont use this against me, I am so fragile. Speaking of which, Ive actually been afraid to pray lately. Im a very firm believer in Jesus Christ and his death and resurection. So praying is important, but funny enough, I find it hard. I know a lot of Christians have felt the same too. None of us really want to admit it though. Its not Christian like not to pray, so it seems. I dont care, I have problems just like everyone else.

I should be asleep, I want to sleep, and yet I dont. I want to type and spill my heart of ink out, haha. Im a very metaphorical person too, my grammar sucks sometimes, but I try....aaand sometimes I dont. Again, I dont care at this moment in time. I wrote a poem today, actually a couple, but one I want to share.

Its called....

Miss Misstress



had love 
and she lost it
saw a chance 
and she bought it
had a fling
and she liked it
had a feeling 
and she fights it
found something new and she trashed it
returned and unwrapped it
she thinks about what might happen
gets stuck in the past
thinks this might not last
bounces back and forth like ping pong
been doing this for too long
opens her heart to let it bleed
and doesnt have enough to heal.

I hope it means something to someone, sorry if the font changed. I know it means a lot to me, but thats not always enough. I know it may sound like I want attention, but I just want to be heard, to make a difference somehow. Isnt that what we all want? We all think we can change the world, and we can, we just have to do it Gods way, or we'll just stay stuck like this.

Anyway, tired, so peace out, and I look forward to comments or questions, or anything. 

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