Broken wings, raging fire
All within a captive heart
I long for freedom from this day
Until we fly again
These chains around me
Apprehending
Keeping me
On broken ground
This shattered peace
Down deep within
Longs just for
A taste of freedom
Something comes to save my heart
So broken into such small pieces
A shining hand unto the daylight
Pulls me out of the depths
A heart fulfilled for all its longing
Finds its taste of satisfaction
Cleansed with fire, truth, and God
Heaven is opened up.
I really have no idea where this came from, so I got no explanation like I usually do. I got religion and and a keyboard, and that's usually all I need on a day like this.
7/28/10
7/8/10
Come Home
I was sent to your side as a request
To spy and betray
To prove that you had become something you never were
Twisted
Broken
Evil
But I watched as others acted to hurt
Lost amongst your supposed allies
You shut your eyes, not bearing the sight.
But your fear held onto your loyalties
To those who called themselves friends.
You aren't who they say
You aren't one of them.
I can see past those eyes
I can see into you and know your heart
That it is still there and beating
Unlike the endless void that has encased theirs.
They are driven by narcissism
A head full of themselves
To compensate for the fading echoes
Of what used to be a heart, a home.
But yours is alive
It is very much there.
You still have love, honor
Unlike they who have shed it for approval.
They live off others' downfall.
They live off their own gain.
So keep you head on your shoulders
Not on a pedestal
And keep your heart deep within you
And there it will stay.
And keep my words close
Because I stand
Waiting for the day you come home.
OKAY... This poem can be interpreted in a LOT of ways. I originally got the inspiration from a short story (sound familiar?) about a double agent sent to uncover secrets about someone who used to be a friend but now has joined the EVILLLL side (And yes, the L's are VERY necessary.) but really finds out that they haven't turned all bad.
BUT, the more I read this, the more it started to turn into the subject of peer pressure- something very common in my middle school world.
AND THEN it turned into (vaguely) a story of a person who has changed their ways on their own terms... and possibly narrated from the point of a freind who misses the old "them."
So take it whatever way you take it. I'm honestly here to write, but not necessarily to know what I write or why the heck I write it.
To spy and betray
To prove that you had become something you never were
Twisted
Broken
Evil
But I watched as others acted to hurt
Lost amongst your supposed allies
You shut your eyes, not bearing the sight.
But your fear held onto your loyalties
To those who called themselves friends.
You aren't who they say
You aren't one of them.
I can see past those eyes
I can see into you and know your heart
That it is still there and beating
Unlike the endless void that has encased theirs.
They are driven by narcissism
A head full of themselves
To compensate for the fading echoes
Of what used to be a heart, a home.
But yours is alive
It is very much there.
You still have love, honor
Unlike they who have shed it for approval.
They live off others' downfall.
They live off their own gain.
So keep you head on your shoulders
Not on a pedestal
And keep your heart deep within you
And there it will stay.
And keep my words close
Because I stand
Waiting for the day you come home.
OKAY... This poem can be interpreted in a LOT of ways. I originally got the inspiration from a short story (sound familiar?) about a double agent sent to uncover secrets about someone who used to be a friend but now has joined the EVILLLL side (And yes, the L's are VERY necessary.) but really finds out that they haven't turned all bad.
BUT, the more I read this, the more it started to turn into the subject of peer pressure- something very common in my middle school world.
AND THEN it turned into (vaguely) a story of a person who has changed their ways on their own terms... and possibly narrated from the point of a freind who misses the old "them."
So take it whatever way you take it. I'm honestly here to write, but not necessarily to know what I write or why the heck I write it.
Jump
With noble restraint we approach
Saving the wild energy for a time greater needed... and desired.
Dormant fire is held captive within a graceful beast
Only to be released at command.
In a flurry, a takeoff
I give all I can give, all that's been held.
This miracle of a beast takes all, showing no hesitation,
No mercy to the voices apprehending
This release of sleeping drive pushes two into a pioneering flight.
Dominating this obstacle
Beast becomes transportation to a parallel
Something only seen in imagination, time stands still,
The world fades into the harsh reality of forced overcoming that stands true.
And with it we are set free.
Free to claim this frontier as our own.
Man takes in the beautiful air of his fantasy
And beast flies along taking his claim of the sky.
Gravity can only pull down
Two minds and spirits so high.
Snapped back into the inevitable landing
We are driven back from what now is ours.
No fear returns
Of either man nor beast flying away
For when we embrace the ground once more
We are held within each other's arms
And there is nothing left
Of the doubt of gain such as we.
Yes, enduring are we.
Another chance presents itself as a gift.
We hold back and take off
Only to find in the fact that for every journey that concludes
A bright way shines its light anew.
Believe it or not, this poem is about jumping on a horse. The freedom and spirit I feel when I'm jumping can only be expressed like... THIS.
Yes, people often ask me what my hobbies are and I either answer "I'm a rider" or "I'm a writer", and being the fast speaker I am, people often get the two confused as they stumble their ways out of my mouth. When they ask me to confirm whether I said "rider" or "writer", it's days like these where I'm very proud and relieved to say I'm both.
Saving the wild energy for a time greater needed... and desired.
Dormant fire is held captive within a graceful beast
Only to be released at command.
In a flurry, a takeoff
I give all I can give, all that's been held.
This miracle of a beast takes all, showing no hesitation,
No mercy to the voices apprehending
This release of sleeping drive pushes two into a pioneering flight.
Dominating this obstacle
Beast becomes transportation to a parallel
Something only seen in imagination, time stands still,
The world fades into the harsh reality of forced overcoming that stands true.
And with it we are set free.
Free to claim this frontier as our own.
Man takes in the beautiful air of his fantasy
And beast flies along taking his claim of the sky.
Gravity can only pull down
Two minds and spirits so high.
Snapped back into the inevitable landing
We are driven back from what now is ours.
No fear returns
Of either man nor beast flying away
For when we embrace the ground once more
We are held within each other's arms
And there is nothing left
Of the doubt of gain such as we.
Yes, enduring are we.
Another chance presents itself as a gift.
We hold back and take off
Only to find in the fact that for every journey that concludes
A bright way shines its light anew.
Believe it or not, this poem is about jumping on a horse. The freedom and spirit I feel when I'm jumping can only be expressed like... THIS.
Yes, people often ask me what my hobbies are and I either answer "I'm a rider" or "I'm a writer", and being the fast speaker I am, people often get the two confused as they stumble their ways out of my mouth. When they ask me to confirm whether I said "rider" or "writer", it's days like these where I'm very proud and relieved to say I'm both.
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