Crumbling roses greet me hello.

The answer is yes, but I'll keep saying no.

The water beads on undried dishes.

My heart is filled with silly wishes.

And I'll keep on telling myself I'm not alone.

Yeah, I'll keep on telling myself I'm not alone.

I'll keep on telling myself I'm not alone.

Yes, I'll keep on telling myself I'm not alone.

Lathering water runs down the drain.

Circling, circling, it drives me insane.

A fragile package says handle with care.

I'm marked with weakness; it doesn't seem fair.

'Cause when I'm happy I don't feel this way.

When I'm happy I don't think this way.

When I'm happy I don't sing this way.

Don't have to keep on telling myself I'm not alone.

But I keep on telling myself I'm not alone.

I'll keep telling myself I'm not alone.

Yes, I'll keep on telling myself I'm not alone.

Frozen

Icicles form on the tips of my fingers.

Heat clouds my eyes, while cold air lingers.

Frozen in this fire, it's freezer burn.

Lower or higher, it's hard to discern.

So Cold

I'm under dressed and overwhelmed.
Feeling spring in winter's shell.
So cold.

God's Sense of Humor

Today the sun seeems sarcastic.
Its rays make life seem fantastic.
God's sense of humor is strange.

When the rain comes, it's magic.
Want the truth? You have it.
God's sense of humor is strange.

Tornadoes and hurricanes
Volcanoes and heavy rains
God's sense of humor is strange

Save a world, unworthy
Give Your Son, so holy
God's sense of humor is strange.

...or maybe He's serious after all.

Remodel

The original intent of this blog was to give myself some much needed experience with writing about important topics like politics and the economy. Obviously, I have not been the most consistent in this little adventure, because I haven't posted since October. Thus, I've decided to just use this a place to jot down whatever I feel like, whenever I feel like it.

Hmm. Typical blog, I suppose. I don't think it particularly matters, since no one really reads this, but it's always nice to have an outlet.

Today, I feel like writing a bit of poetry. I'll probably do this frequently. Here goes nothing, again.


Resisting the temptations
Subtle realizations
Of a life I'm bound to lead
Living in the present
Still so hesitant
Of the life I'm bound to lead
Dancing to the music
Not afraid? Prove it
In a life I'm bound to lead
Tempo of your heart calls
Light until dark falls
On a life I'm bound to lead
Placate those around you
No one else astounds you
It's the life I'm bound to lead
Drowning in iniquities
You save me again, with ease
From this life I'm bound to lead
Resisting the temptations
Subtle realizations
Of a life I'm bound to lead