A lot of mine are pretty long, and don't necessarily follow the typically poetry style, so be warned. Typically when I write I write to help get emotions or thoughts out in front of me. Usually I want those thoughts out when I'm going through a tough time, so these aren't exactly flowers and butterflies.
For the religiously minded:
A chasing of the wind is all these things are, works of our hands left to another. Our eyes see and hearts want, from God we fall farther. Ever since we partook of that golden fruit our roots began to uproot, come up out of the ground, future filled with clouds and stormy skies. Eyes tear up whenever we trip up, lips say God has abandoned me, heart begins to feel lonely but refocus your gaze, change your desires. You cannot ignite fires within the hearts of man. No plan of yours will ever get you far. Who created the stars, formed you inside the womb, made the ant building up, storing up treasures for the future? Remember we are more than an ant. God created us for more than storing up treasures for the future, for more than memories in statues. Naked I came into this world and naked I shall leave. Please Lord greet me into your kingdom with open arms, let my holy preparation get me far in your sight. Long has been the night, difficult has been the path in order to attain righteousness, but it is all still for naught for my best is but soiled rags in your eyes. I flee from sin but still find myself in its grip. From a poison cup I sip because I am still imperfection at its best. My heart fills with distress at the thought that you would turn yourself from me. Can it be you would truly die for a life lived so destructively? How great is your love to lay down your perfect life, become tainted and ruined. All this, just so you could be my friend. In the end where is my heart standing? I hold so tightly to these material things, chase the wind, live in sin, again and again and again and again. I remember however who gave me desire, who gave me wind to chase, who gave me life and so I must give it all up to Christ.
Through a hard time:
Hello there, Mr. Jesus.
I'm here on bruised knees with
one small, humble request.
Won't you heal this broken heart?
I'm in need of a fresh start and
I need to get some things off of my chest.
You're like a geenie in a bottle.
I'm wishing for tomorrow
and I'm just waiting for the day to end.
And when I finally go to bed with
that thunderstorm in my head,
the questions will all cloud my mind.
Did I miss the lesson,
commit too many transgressions?
Did I forgive those that tresspassed against me?
Blessed are the meek.
I guess a bit less is what I need.
I'd love to see what's commin 'round the bend.
I keep rubbing the side of this lamp yet
still alone here I stand and
I can't help but say out loud
"where are you now?" and
"I feel lost in the crowd."
"Hey, have you forgotten who I am?"
Fill up this empty soul, Lord.
Come and make me whole.
My cup needs to runneth over.
I'm tired of being spiritually sober.
Give me the command and I'll be your sower.
It's been so long since I've seen your face.
Please don't keep me here waiting
as I'm always contemplating
the direction that you want me to go.
I just want some assurance
that my life has some purpose.
I'm not here to waste anyone's time, so
Hello there, Mr. Jesus.
I'm here on bruised knees with
one small, humble reuqest.
Don't really know where this one came from:
Just a finite solution is all we need
For one more day
Our lives on repeat
We’ll relive the same moments over and over again
Learning something new each time we’re brought back to this place
A finite solution to cover up these problems
They’re so miniscule in the grand scheme of things
The grand scheme of life
A finite solution
Wouldn’t that be nice?
If only it were so easy
Life would be a breeze
Nothing could stand in our way
We could conquer the world
Get that feeling back
You know, the one we had on the day of our union
This finite solution is a result of our treason
A temporary means to an end
The end being a peaceful relationship
A finite solution