In These Eyes

This poem if for those who doubt what they see in the mirror. This is for those who say they are less than beautiful. This is for those who try to convince the world, and themselves, that what God made in them is faulty and broken and ugly. It is not. You are pure, you are made by God, and you are beautiful.

You're Beautiful
But you swear you're not.
The bruises only you can see
Glare back from the deep of your soul.
But the eyes with which you see your self
Are telling you a lie.

You're Beautiful
Inside and out.
Your heavy heart is real and true
And loves more than you think.
Your passionfire is strong and pure
And meant for greater things.

You're Beautiful
And I see your hurt.
The pain that no one knows.
Your mouth tells me that you are fine
But your eyes tell me
There's more to the story.

You're Beautiful
I see it in your smile.
You're face shines brighter
Than the sun ever could, I swear.
You think that no one really cares,
But keep in mind I do.

You're Beautiful
In these eyes of mine.
Don't let anyone tell you less.
No one could sway me otherwise
No day could prove me wrong
No fault could stain the fact.

You're Beautiful.
Look in these eyes and tell me I'm lying.

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I seem to be going through a repetition phase, so forgive me if you do not like that style...

We are broken.
We are hurting.
We are battered and
We are bleeding,
Screaming at the sky for the God
Who is right beside us,
If we would just turn our heads
To see Him.
We are loving.
We are losing.
We are cutting and
We are bruising,
Pale in comparison
To the darkness that
Surrounds us, though we swear
The path is still clear.
We are fighting.
We are dying.
We are falling and
We are convinced that we are flying,
Until we hit the hard reality
And look up to see
The floor.
We are free and
We are guilty.
We are fire and
We are burning.
We are thieves and
We are children.
We are knives and
We are victims.
We are needles and
We are addicts.
We are poets and
We are pens.
We are body and
We are spirit...

We are human and
We are loved...

If we could just open our hearts to accept it.

Love it...

You Used To Smile

This poem is about pain and suicidal thoughts (it's not autobiographical). Don't do it, it's the last mistake you'll ever make.


I remember when you used to smile,
When life had just begun.
Now the days are darker through
The eyes that once belonged to you,
And after all that you've been through
It's hard to see the Son.

There's better ways to fix this pain;
That knife won't heal your soul.
Those bleeding cuts just make it worse,
You still are loved; the loss is hers.
One day your wounds will be reversed
And all your hurt consoled.

You still have life you've yet to live,
Don't die before your time...
I know you feel your heart has gone,
Its beat will come back before long,
The moon will give way to the dawn,
And love will fall in line.



I remember when you used to smile...



There's better ways to fix this pain...



You still have life you've yet to live...



Don't die before your time...

Highway Musings

The man got on the bus,
Not knowing where to go.
He thought of his life,
Where he had been and no.
If life was this road,
Where did it end?
He looked out the window,
And waited.

Wrote this on a scrap of paper while riding bus about a year ago...just refound it