Antarctic stares from Arizona eyes; white knuckles, heavy blue pores.
No, nothing changed you anymore.
Rapid touches to the abdomen, the sound of violins breathed in your mind
and he's not usually like this, you said, "He's actually really kind."

What didn't **** you, left you broken.
And you had misspoken, as your words slurred into tears that never fell,
after a fifth of alcohol and half a night of hell,
as you revealed that you thought without him you were nothing at all.
You whispered this
while I cried to you for the last time through a cellular call,
through an invisible, static, insurmountable wall.  
And I disagreed because I had seen it all:
heavy blues and brave bloodshot brown eyes,
"Please don't, I think there's more to you than you realize."

My heart dressed in polka dots and dark shades
Hair and hurt sitting on shoulder blades
Across rose-colored skin,
I brush my fingers over bumps and scarred perfection.

Dance with me in a pit of quicksand, rockabilly babe
And help me understand that I don't need to be afraid

We are children with short attention spans
and short term parents,
and it's apparent, in this short span of time,
I love you.

We may not always be happy but we can always have joy to fill us.
Christ gave us grace when we deserved none, he loves us more then we know.
For we are his masterpieces, he could have gave that honor to the angels.
But instead he gave that honor to us a broken people whom are not perfect.
He reveals himself through us and the trials that each of us goes through.
His grace is sufficient, he leads us toward him and his kingdom above.
For he is Spirit, we are flesh but one day we shall be spirit as well.
So he transforming us as we draw even closer to him and his will for us.

Christ redeems his people from the sin and the law.
That reveals that we all should be locked up in h3ll.
But through his sacrifice, he gives us mercy and grace.
So that we have an open door leading to heaven above.
All we have to do is acknowledge him as our Savior.
Also allow him to change us from enemy into family.
For he died on the cross that we may live with him.
So accepting him as Lord and Savior is a blessing.
For his gift of salvation is free to those that love him.

I thought of an odd personality facet I have earlier today in class
I grin, smile, beam, twinkle, simper, leer, smirk
my cheeks feel as if they were about to burst
like a balloon that when I'm around someone who breathes
the balloon slowly expands into a rubbery piece of rubber
and right when it's inflated fully...
it pops.
all of the air floats away and makes someone else's day
and I'm left cold and let's face it, sad.
this cycle repeats constantly
and I don't know if I should breathe
because if I do, someone else will be happy and it wont be me

Please read to me your poetry

Your every syllable
a whisper to my ears

your every word
a soft caress against my cheek

your every sentence
a long warm embrace

your every paragraph
a love song to my heart

your every poem
a balm to my soul

Please read to me
your sultry poetry

making love to me
again and again....