There is a wrinkle in her brow from worry,
and the ends of her smile quiver.
But her eyes are still bright,
and she smiles nonetheless
because she knows
that this too
shall pass.
The Not Blog
Is a collection of poetry considered a blog? I didn't think so... Hence, "The Not Blog."
Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see. || Mark Twain
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Monday, June 2, 2014
Sunday, June 1, 2014
6/1/14
Smiling
to hide
that you're
sinking
is deceit.
Do yourself a favor
and forget
to grin and bear it.
Your strength
is not measured
by how well
you fake it.
to hide
that you're
sinking
is deceit.
Do yourself a favor
and forget
to grin and bear it.
Your strength
is not measured
by how well
you fake it.
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Love God, Love People
Simple.
It is a call to action.
It is a stipulation.
It is a fact.
It does not exclude.
It does not name.
It does not reject.
Every race.
Every saint.
Every sinner.
Even you.
Love God,
Love people,
Love yourself.
Simple.
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
5/21/14
I would like to tell you
how happy you've made me,
in such a short time
as far away as you are,
with the simplistic nature
of whatever you want to call
"us"
but I laugh at myself
when I try to come up
with words
because I think
that you already know.
And maybe you wish
that you could tell me
the same,
and you are laughing
to yourself
too.
how happy you've made me,
in such a short time
as far away as you are,
with the simplistic nature
of whatever you want to call
"us"
but I laugh at myself
when I try to come up
with words
because I think
that you already know.
And maybe you wish
that you could tell me
the same,
and you are laughing
to yourself
too.
Monday, May 19, 2014
Luminous
Your essence is luminous,
and in its presence
I can feel mine brighten.
That is why I prefer
to share your company
in the night.
We are stars.
and in its presence
I can feel mine brighten.
That is why I prefer
to share your company
in the night.
We are stars.
Mr. Wrong
All of the "Wrongs" keep knocking at the door
that "Right" was supposed to stand in front of
with flowers, dressed in a bow-tie
begging for the privilege of
spending my time
But instead the "Wrongs" come
and I spend their time
wasting mine.
that "Right" was supposed to stand in front of
with flowers, dressed in a bow-tie
begging for the privilege of
spending my time
But instead the "Wrongs" come
and I spend their time
wasting mine.
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