1AM FRIDAY MORNING

paralyzed by a lack of passion causing a bed sore in my heart.

RUN!

He stands there

in patience and love

He's waiting there for you.

He's calling out

your name.

He's loved you

before you ever were.

So run, run to Him.

He's reaching out for you.

He hung there for you.

You're sad child

and lonely.

But you don't have to be,

He's with you can't you see?

"Come here child.

You rest now.

Give your heart to me.

From these burdens

I'll make you free!"

So RUN, RUN TO HIM!

He's reaching out for you.

He hung there for you!

Scared and insecure

He reaches for you.

Made a mistake again

He hung for you.

Hiding behind the mask

 But He says you're beautiful.

Dark desires to cut your own skin

But He already bled for you!

So RUN, RUN TO HIM!

He's reaching out for you,

He hung there for you.

RUN, RUN TO HIM!

He's reaching out for you,

He hung there for you.

Hear Him.

DEAR JOHN LETTER

One day,
you'll look at me
with sudden realization in your eyes.
You'll realize
that I've been right here all along.
But until then,
I'll keep calm, cool and collected.
I'll keep focused on HIM
as I wait for you.

YOUR EYES

I want eyes that look at me and know 

things I don't have to show 

on the outside where you are looking in, 

which is exactly where I feel you 

when I feel my heart begin its beat.

HELD

It's late at night

and I wish I had someone to text,

Specifically,

I wish I still had you.

I wish I had you

to hold

with my thoughts

and love with my words.

But you're my past

and I refuse to waste time

missing you.

Instead,

I will text Jesus

and wish He could physically 

TOUCH me,

because it's late at night,

and I desperately need to be held.

VAST CORRIDORS

My thoughts are everywhere.
They just are,
and I just am.
I don't know where they start
and I don't know where they end.

I never want to cease,
I want to be for eternity,
never just a memory.

As for my thoughts,
they are so complex,
filling my brain
and my heart
and forcing every thing out.
Thus comes my poetry
and tears pour forth as well.
I want to fill myself, with what?
With you.
With anything,
but emptiness. 
I want more to replace the sanity 
I feel I'm losing 
in times like these 
when my words make little sense. 
I want your light, 
your life, 
your love. 
I want your balance 
and I want to be centered. 
I want your thoughts, 
I want to hear them, 
not mine. 
Mine are so unstable, 
and yours calm my mental storm. 
They rush past me, 
and sometimes all I realize is their wind. 

Like, when did this become a letter to You? 
But who else would I write this to? 

So back to my mind...
which is a bunch of corridors, 
too many corridors, 
filled with doors, 
of rooms,
filled with thoughts. 
SILENCE. Please.