Your presence – dear God – it’s intoxicating. It interrupts my daily thought process. It leaves me in a never ending, head scrambling, mental chaos. I can’t remember right from left. Or distinguish the difference between white and black. And sometimes I forget to breathe. Oh, man, do I forget do breathe… Your presence – dear God – it intoxicates me.
I am currently just a 17 year old, senior in high school, who uses poetry as an outlet for the good and the bad of my reality. I write to forget and I write to remember. I'm inspired by so many things, whether it be music, lyrics, poetry, stories, or experiences of mine or others. I just hope that one day my poetry can speak to someone the way many poets works have spoken to me. With that being said, I hope you guys enjoy my poems!
The hawk was landing. Squinting at the urgent need of slaughter and hope – among the frightened hunger of truth, of running feet in the tall grass. A world apart in seeking the reality of dying for earthly love. I
Heavenly Father, I focus my thoughts on You. In the palm of Your hand, how can I lose? Your grace is sufficient for every need. All things are possible if I will only believe. Divine power through me is flowing.
Guiding light of nature, The presence of God for mankind, His enormous love for people, We always leave behind. Never tried to see him, and believed that he doesn’t exist. Never tried to feel him, and believed that he has
Sometimes when you don’t see me In a path you are heading to, Just look behind, You will always find me following you. Sometimes when you don’t need me At a point when you have everything with you, But anytime