You are the shoulders that I have cried on,the silent voice of comfort in the storm.You have been the constant in the battles of life,the provider in my daily strife.Your hands have held and embraced me,and your heart remained tender and soft.Your feet have walked before my path,and showed me where is smooth and rough.Your eyes are so gentle, as I gaze into them,and they have assured me countless of times.Your laughter and chuckle filled the air,and your face is so beautiful, it shines.I can’t imagine life without you,you have a hold on my heart.Your voice alone makes it beat and stop,and your life is like a canvas of art.You have inspired me to worship,to dance, to sing, to live.You have awakened a part of me I never knew,You are the biggest blessing I’ve received.So today I am grateful for you.My family, friends, and mentors,You are all undeserved blessings,from the almighty God,

You are the shoulders that I have cried on,
the silent voice of comfort in the storm.
You have been the constant in the battles of life,
the provider in my daily strife.
Your hands have held and embraced me,
and your heart remained tender and soft.
Your feet have walked before my path,
and showed me where is smooth and rough.
Your eyes are so gentle, as I gaze into them,
and they have assured me countless of times.
Your laughter and chuckle filled the air,
and your face is so beautiful, it shines.
I can’t imagine life without you,
you have a hold on my heart.
Your voice alone makes it beat and stop,
and your life is like a canvas of art.
You have inspired me to worship,
to dance, to sing, to live.
You have awakened a part of me I never knew,
You are the biggest blessing I’ve received.
So today I am grateful for you.
My family, friends, and mentors,
You are all undeserved blessings,
from the almighty God,

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Love grew
Stretched like a trampoline
Love changed
Love disappeared, slowly, like baby teeth
Losing parts of me that I thought I needed
Love vanished like an amateur magician
Everyone could see the trap door but me
Like a flat tire
There were other places that I had planned on going
But my plans didn’t matter
Love stayed away for years
But when love finally reappeared
I barely recognised him
But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly
We found jokes that make us laugh
And now, love makes me fresh homemade chocolatechip cookie
But love would probably finish most of them for a midnight snack

Loves arrives exactly when Love is supposed to

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Canvas

As I look upon the canvas on the wall,
The one that has a voice, a deep silent call.
My eyes are strained to capture every nuances,
But no, I can’t blink. It’ll cost me those chances.
Lash by lash, I found my eyes closed,
Afraid to reopen, will the light impose.
Not upon my life, but those around me,
My eyes have been unveiled, but what do I see?
This life is not mine, and neither this flesh,
It’ll soon rot, stink and even turn to ash.
I find myself incomplete, and yet made completely whole,
Knowing that people are friends and the world’s a foe.
The canvas is torn, but mended with stitches,
Each stitch so accurate, like melodious pitches.
The lens before my eyes now do not allow them to shut,
Touching the canvas, and going with my gut.
My fingers senses the texture of His plans,
But O God, what is it at the end?
Father, my heart cries out for a better vision,
Not the dream or goal, but my own perception.
I was blind, but now I see.
I was captured, but now I’m free.
I was in the dark, but now am the light,
But now I need Your grace to fight.
I was weak, but I am made strong,
I was proud, but You proved me wrong.
I know now that it’s not about me,
But it’s all about You, and who You’ve created me to be.
So upon that canvas that depicts my path,
May this seed that I am begin to rathe.

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Identity & Purpose

It’s been awhile since my heart and mind are at this state,
at the peak of my heart’s emotions, where my mind contemplates.
Words don’t really seem to capture it all,
it’s overwhelming, and yet a little dull.
A conversation, and I’m reminded of who I used to be,
a young-cheery-loud, extroverted me. 
Four years down life’s highway that shifted my paradigm, 
of purpose, identity and eternity’s time. 
Who was I, and who am I now?
No matter the answer, I’ve got my Father’s vow.
"You are My daughter, in whom I delight,
You are my creation, My bright shining light.”
 
My identity as His daughter has kept me grounded,
through these years, where insecurities pounded.
My purpose in knowing that I’m His very own creation,
has granted me peace and an everlasting vision.
There’s no one that I can compare myself to,
nothing to boast about, except what He can do.
Because I’ve grown to realise that I’m nothing without Him,
and yet, I am capable of everything, when I am with Him.
 

Through these past four years, I know that I’ve changed,
swinging from an extrovert, to the introvert range.
I never intended to be on the introvert’s end,
it was never thought out, as an elaborate plan. 
I never felt the switch when it was happening,
I only later realised much later, when I was reflecting.
It isn’t a necessarily ”good or bad” occurrence, 
it just was! Like any soda’s effervescence. 
 

I’m glad to look back now, and see the purpose of the pendulum’s swing,
I’m even more glad to know that it is all God’s doing.
But these current burning thoughts that feels like a bane,
is that I sense a change coming, all over again.

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Multiple edits, still rendered speechless.Just an effervescence of excitement,soon to erupt with joyfulness.Family and friends waves as I pardon myself to the gate,our eyes to meet again, only in April’s late.An imagination of tears trickling,upon my fear-stricken face.O Heavens, it’s you and I, please slow down my pace.Buckled up, the jet levitates,what am I to do, except to sleep and wait.I know now that it’s lonelier to leave,than to be the stayer that grieves.But alone, I stand in strength,amazed at how great You are, my only wind of breath.

Multiple edits, still rendered speechless.
Just an effervescence of excitement,
soon to erupt with joyfulness.
Family and friends waves as I pardon myself to the gate,
our eyes to meet again, only in April’s late.
An imagination of tears trickling,
upon my fear-stricken face.
O Heavens, it’s you and I, please slow down my pace.
Buckled up, the jet levitates,
what am I to do, except to sleep and wait.
I know now that it’s lonelier to leave,
than to be the stayer that grieves.
But alone, I stand in strength,
amazed at how great You are, my only wind of breath.

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Seasons

Autumn leaves fall into the embrace of the cold soft snow. 
Turning trees into silhouette branches. 
Soon new life is born, with flowers blooming. 
The sun scorches as people start tanning. 
But unlike such cycles of nature,
our lives do not repeat itself.
It’s only a forward journey, a decided path,
that one considers, and do life’s math.
But very much alike, from autumn to winter, 
sometimes we fall into the coldness of the dark.
Or like the blooming and then sun’s scorching,
we face battles, and through it, fighting. 

Now in this season, where talk arises,
I’ve questioned the topic, of love and my future.
Many distractions, but in this year I know,
God be my guide, my lover of my soul.
We all have buckets, or at least I do.
Some call it ladders, or maybe even bridges.
I’ve pondered long and hard, I believe we all do,
we all yearn to see, to get life’s clue.
But in faith, I shall stop at this point.
To start searching for God’s love and His plans.
And through that, may His providence be found,
through that, in His love, may I be bound. 

I want to be immersed in the presence of God,
to recognise the power of His being.
And as I seek His love, His dreams,
Then can I find love, and His dream team.
So God, align my thoughts and my sight,
let me bud as a tree,  a song in my heart.
Reveal Your dreams and Your will for Your servant,
that my life will be an offering, be found pleasant.
Shield my eyes and guard my heart,
let only Your voice resound in me.
Embrace me, speak. Dance with me, Oh Lord,
Hold my hand, lead. Be my staff and my rod.

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Vows made, a promise sealed.Love abound, brokenness healed.It grew. The silent battle between the souls,especially when the spirits are not united. As a whole.Eruption causes disruption. Which later leads to interruption. 
A question of time, or even fate.For what it takes to be the mate. Have we not heard of stories before our time?Nothing to savage the tattered pieces. Worthless dime.Vanishing, all things receding, but may love be found, already, mounting.

Vows made, a promise sealed.
Love abound, brokenness healed.
It grew. The silent battle between the souls,
especially when the spirits are not united. As a whole.
Eruption causes disruption. Which later leads to interruption. 

A question of time, or even fate.
For what it takes to be the mate. 
Have we not heard of stories before our time?
Nothing to savage the tattered pieces. Worthless dime.
Vanishing, all things receding, but may love be found, already, mounting.

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What the world offers

Satan 
by Abbi, 15, Tucson, Arizona

Candy coated demon lies,
This is what the devil tries.
What he feeds you looks so great,
But inside its filled with hate.
Take a bite, come on just one,
Try it and you will have fun.
Then you’re hooked on wicked sin,
For he’s already lured you in.

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slow down

longingisliving:

we’re an underzealous population of overexposed,
oversexed and super-stimulated youth
so take your sugar pills and smile
we’ll never understand the truth.

we subside on a diet of air and pain,
and what they feed us hurts our minds;
so, in a cage and biding time
we do not live to be confined.

medicated into dull submission,
and losing all you once held dear
they promise to attain your dreams
if it’s their dogma you ‘choose’ to revere.

it’s meaningless, one day we’ll die
but do you strive to become a lie?
or finish what you’ve started here
in this place of loathing, pain and fear?

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We all need love as tough as rocks,unshaken, solid and steadfast. We all need to build our foundations strong,before our lives take flight and turn to dust. No one knows of what is yet to come.But the end’s near, air’s pushing, a spirit’s gust.Keep our lives pure and hearts wide open,a home to Him, no sin, no lust.Keep the faith and run this race,the saviour’s to come, to judge our past.A life of love, the good news to share,salvation’s story to spread, it’s a must.

We all need love as tough as rocks,
unshaken, solid and steadfast. 
We all need to build our foundations strong,
before our lives take flight and turn to dust. 
No one knows of what is yet to come.
But the end’s near, air’s pushing, a spirit’s gust.
Keep our lives pure and hearts wide open,
a home to Him, no sin, no lust.
Keep the faith and run this race,
the saviour’s to come, to judge our past.
A life of love, the good news to share,
salvation’s story to spread, it’s a must.

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Blinking and glimmering in the darkness,my eyes were filled with joy and lightness.An act of love, a dream came true,Daddy, I love you too. 

Blinking and glimmering in the darkness,
my eyes were filled with joy and lightness.
An act of love, a dream came true,
Daddy, I love you too. 

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