Ink and words
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Ink and words
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I used to love you like the sea loves the sky Reflecting upon everything you do Now I love you like the night loves the day Remembering your light but never Meeting your eyes
I suspect your every word as lies Question their reality as I may never see the truth face to face How can the night ever meet the day When they live each hour side by side
I catch your eyes see our past of blue See ripples in sea and skies I long for life before the twilight set in But all I have is stars
You day are my moon My light still creeping into the depths Of my own darkened Night.
I raced from the space you held As I begged myself not to fall apart Your honest words cut like a blade I promised myself from the start
I wished to take it back Every hour dwelt with you Yet my soul still yearned to have you near As the danger of being alone settled in
You the person to whom I’d always turn And I’d gotten too comfortable depending On someone who could never love me In the way my heart beats for you
And so I feel myself surrounded By a million shades of green And I feel like I am drowning In the rain that pours with ease
But my legs begin again to flee I know I cannot look back At the joy you brought and the things you said It kills me just too bad
Like a knife twisted in my back Like a life of verbal attacks You asked to spend your life with me Always with a two meter gap.
I can’t say I love you But I can say whatever you need I can’t say I love you But I can say whatever you want
I can’t say I love you But I plan my day around being with you Make lists of everything you say you like And message you everyday that goes by
I can’t say I love you But do you love me too But as I sit beside you I worry you’re okay as I see the tears in your eyes
We both live and breathe silence Still I would give you all my time But if you ever said you loved me I’d say I love you too
The earth was without form and void and darkness was over the face of the deep. And the spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.
All things were made through Him and without Him was not anything made that was made In Him was life, and the life was the light of all mankind The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it.
The true light which gives light to the world was coming into the world He was in the world, and the world was made through him, yet the world did not know him.
And so He said, ‘I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.’ But also ‘I am going away, and you will seek me, and you will die in your sin. Where I am going, you cannot come.’
But this was not the end.
For though he breathed his last breath The next day as the sun rose Simon saw the linen clothes lying there, And the face cloth that, which had been on Jesus Folded up in a place by itself
And they saw Him and he said Why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking? And as He rose the bridge was built All that is light we was given through forgiveness and a relationship with the creator
And so as children of the light When I feel I am surrounded by darkness I pray and remember The darkness has never overcome the light So why would He who overcame death itself out of love Fail me now?
You had drawn a line And named it walls A sheild I named fear Of what, I was not sure
Yet as I grew to know you And as your words began to run The lines became transparent And the fury echoed through the rooms
Rage that had been caged away If anger could kill, you would be dead How could you hate yourself so much? My idea of perfection
The picture of beauty Deemed itself ugly Hid behind its own opinion Invisible from judgement
And so the truth finally Came to light
Maybe I don’t miss my home But I guess it is getting fairly hard breathe I don’t know what’s in my bones Surely this can’t be end of me I have tried. I have gone around in circles all the time In my mind the quiet is never mine
I find myself screaming This is my life I will live This is the second stand amazed Just you watch I will not break But you never see my face
Maybe I don’t miss my home But I know this cannot be the end The sun rise when the day is new Light will shine on my face You will finally see me
I have tried Gone around in circles in my mind Trust the chain will break The quiets never mine Anonymity screams from the headlines
Yet this is my is life and I will live This is the day I will dance This is my voice I will sing I will run, I will move This my heart I will love
So please don’t Let this be the end of me I will break through every wall And start again
So, maybe I don’t miss my home Yet its getting fairly hard breathe I don’t know what is in my bones This can’t be end of me
That’s my goldish! Do not lie! I won it at the fare When we went last time!
No that’s MY goldfish! I’ve had him for nine years! He swims around all day He called Henry and has no fear!
They are all lying! That’s my goldfish! And he has fear! His name is Harry, I feed him every morning!
I used to feel a thousand eyes resting on my back. They were shrouded in gossip and curiosity, always praying for just one fault. I hoped for the days when my memory would be forgotten and my self could rest in the peace of the anonymous.
Yet today I walk the grey, cracking pavements, tripping over on my own self doubt with not another’s judgement to break the frame. Yesterday I blamed my insecurities on others. Their words and evil deeds. Headline covered papers of spinach stuck between my teeth. That need for perfection now with consequences insubstantial found a home within my bones. To form that perfect golden light of fame with each breath and word and step I take.
To not another’s notice. I go to the supermarkets dressed in rags to buy the meals for the week. To my surprise, the cashier doesn’t glance at my attire or myself entirely as though my existence is only half there.
Yet I must revel in this freedom. Leave my house without a dozen guards and stylists critiquing my every move.
Yesterday I took a walk in the park. There were birds and sunlight that shone through the leaves. I could hear family’s arguments shouting and laughter. Someone dropped an ice cream. Nobody noticed.
Yet when I returned to my empty house, I questioned whether the walk had taken place. How can you prove a lifetime unnoticed?