Snippets From Old Journals

Below are random snippets from a journal I used a lot in 2010 and have barely touched since. None of them are named or dated, so I just threw them together into one post to avoid having to name or date them. Laziness is the name of the game. Haha. Anyway, enjoy.
(PS: Note that the third poem is not mine, but Steven James' from a beautiful book called Story.)
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Be a little less careful;
Don't worry.
Not every surface
Is stainless.

They tell you
You're the prey the weak feed upon,
But give them God
And your resources
Will never
Deplete.

Be a little more daring;
Don't stop.
Don't stop just because
Idiots
Are in your way.
They learn in time.

Give them God
For He is timeless.
They'll learn a lot quicker
That way.

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I run around
With my big eyes
Big mouth
And tiny hands.
You grow
What you use
I guess.

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prophets yell because
their hearts are on fire.

they scream at the world
trying to wake us up.

they can't help it.
after all,
God is in their throats.
-- from Story by Steven James

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I'm done with wishes
cause wishes don't come true
and I really don't think they're supposed to.

I'm through with hating;
it gets me nowhere.
The best it ever did was mess with my hair.

The rest just doesn't matter.
Nothing's worth the time.
God must hate me for all the things life does.

Permission's
taking its break.
Transition's
on its way.
I can't live knowing
you don't care where I go.
Life can't be this empty.

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The show I play,
Every single day,
My own creation
Hates my name.

When my face comes on the screen,
A thousand people die.
At least that's what they say.

Just like the rose,,,

Uh-oh! Looks like you get two poems today! Here's the result of something... I'm not really sure what. But I think it had to do with American Born Chinese. Anyway. Enjoy:

Just like the rose,
Absurdity
In new forms
Is all the same;
People don't change...
The meaning of a word,
But other words do.
Not left and right
Nor up and down,
But up and left
Or right and down.
You can throw many things
At a target
But without practice,
You'll miss all the same.
We'd rather you learn from
Other's mistakes. 

Save the need for comfort
Til the day your world ends.
It becomes more effective with the
break
And the
bend.

Til We Have Faces

There is no title for this poem, so I'll just name the post after the C. S. Lewis book during the reading of which I wrote it.

I like watching the people move about.
I like watching their feet walk around,
Weaving like little threads being sewn,
They don't know. 

Clenched fists and tightened jaws,
Loose laughter and shining smiles--
The ends that come from the means
Are as I, unseen.

And, for fun, here are some of my favorite quotes from Til We Have Faces:

"Another bore nearly all the anguish."

"Did we really do these things to her?" I asked.
"Yes. All here's true."
"And we said we loved her."

"...a gnawing greed for one to whom I could give nothing, of whom I craved all."

"She won without effort what utmost effort would not win for me."

"Who am I to give the Blessed One the lie?"