Saturday, January 23, 2016

Detrimental


i don't understand what's going on, dear.
all i know is that you confuse me to no end.
and a little distance might be for the best,
because your affect on me is so
d  e  t  r  i  m  e  n  t  a  l  .

Friday, January 15, 2016

Going On 2

  

A couple doodles I made for my office... and the finished pottery pieces (continuation from a couple weeks ago)







Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Overwhelm


The sun slowly sets to the west,
The fall of night bringing with it a solemn peace.
The world is quiet and sleepy,
And the stars sparkle their praises above.
Thoughts tumbling through my head
As the fan above me whirs on contentedly.
What are these emotions that bounce through my consciousness? 
Remnants of feelings that aren't quite fully formed. 
Falling off of my heart before they can accumulate,
Like rain on a newly washed car.
I try to ignore them,
But new ones pelt me with a persistence that I cannot resist. 
It's as if, for a moment, I cannot decide what I am feeling
Or maybe even forgot how to feel. 
But one sentiment begins to outweigh all the others.
A warmth of overwhelmed-ness overtakes me.
Because the God of the universe loves me
The star-breathing Creator cares about me. 
And suddenly, all those other things just seem so small in comparison.
<3

Monday, January 11, 2016

Pulses


Peace.
That almost pulses through you.
Peace.
That refreshes and awakes you.
Peace.
That calms and relaxes you.
Peace.
That passes understanding.

Love.
That overwhelms you.
Love.
That fills you with gratitude.
Love.
That surrounds you with warmth.
Love.
That will never fail you.

God.
He's so good to me.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Empty, Hollow Words



Broken promises.
I watch the words slowly, silently shatter across the floor.
Yet the silence is so loud it deafens me.
What is the price of words?
Are they so cheap that we fling them around
Not caring whose heart a shard might end up piercing?
I thought we were friends.
I thought a lot of things.
You made me think them.
But now, I watch quietly as the dust is settling.
And it seems very obvious, my dear,
That your words are hollow and empty.