[Poetry] Coming into Focus

When what’s blurry
Comes into line
You start to hurry
No time to even worry
When it comes into focus
All the effort starts to shine
No time to worry
No time to whine
An epic adventure’s
Just waiting on that horizon line
You’ve got the end goal in mind
Fear no pressure
For none can so measure
The diamond waiting inside

This is a part of a personal challenge to write and publish something new everyday this month. I hope you enjoy it. Follow if you want to see more and comment if you have something to say or suggest.

via Daily Prompt: Focused

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[Poetry] Life’s Morsels

When life doesn’t care
There’s nothing you can do
Morsels lie right there
More than just a few.
So come to the table
Bring your hunger
I’ll help you till you’re able.
There’s some you might prefer
Still, save your strength
Tomorrow comes with greater.
With patience comes wealth
And a roof that’s warmer.
Fight on, young one!
Don’t neglect a crumb
And when it’s all said and done
Look back on how far you’ve come.

This is part of a personal challenge to write and publish something new everyday. I hope you really enjoy it. Regardless, if you want to see more, please follow. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I still hope you enjoyed it and let me know if there’s anything I could of done better.

via Daily Prompt: Crumb

[Poetry] Temporary Eternity

They say it’s only temporary
Soon I’ll see mommy and daddy
They’re just going on a trip
I wonder where they’d go
Maybe they’re on a big ship
I wish I could go though
I guess I’m too small
Still, it won’t be long
Till I’m big and strong
I’ll see mommy and daddy again…

How much longer?
I’ve gotten bigger/ stronger
Why have you left me here?
You do not love me!
Otherwise, you’d be here
And set me on your knee
And tell me stories
Of your trip together…

Someone lied!
They’re not coming back
Perhaps they even died.
Regardless, I’ll take it in stride
There’s little keeping me here
Quick! While no one’s near!
I’ll sneak out of here tonight
Something just isn’t right
They pick and prod
This place needs to be outlawed
Who keeps someone away
From his family!

This is part of a challenge to write and publish something new everyday this month. I hope you enjoy it. If you do and want to see more, please follow and comment, telling me how I can do better. Thank you and hope you have a wonderful day.

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[Poetry] Voices Rise to His Glory

Let our voices ring
A wonderful song we’ll sing
As we join the heavenly choir
In a land, we’ll never tire.
We’ll raise our voices higher
To bring glory to His name
He took away our shame
Through the raging fire.
Gifts we will bring
To our Savior and King
For he is worthy
He holds all the glory.

Is it bad when you want to write more after you already finish something? Not really. Still, I had a few lines left over from my previous poem today, “To God be the Glory”, and wanted to use them so I reworked them a bit and wrote a new poem with them. Hope you enjoy and if you want to see more, follow and comment telling me what you’d like to see more of.

via Daily Prompt: Glorious

[Poetry] To God be the Glory

To God be the glory
Come now and see,
The greatness of love
He gave for you and me.
He sent his Son
Down from above
To save us from sin,
And the mess that we’re in.
To him, we give all the praise
And our hands, we will raise.
Let the heavens hear our voice
In his glorious name
We will rejoice.

This is a poem based off the hymn “To God be the Glory.” It felt like it worked with the word “Glorious,” so I thought I’d use it. I tried to keep it with having a musical flare to it, so I hope you really enjoy it. Also, this is part of a personal challenge to write and publish something new everyday this month. If you like this and want to see more, please follow or comment and let me know how I can do better.

via Daily Prompt: Glorious

[Poetry] A Rose’s Sting

Through the petals
And on the stem
Be careful of the thorns,
Which hide just underneath
The surface level
Must be patient however
For a gem hides in the mayhem
And the sting you must endeavor.
At times you may mourn
But fight on, dear warrior
For something wonderful lies
Just further beneath
Of glory/ a prize!

This is part of a personal challenge to write and publish something new everyday this month. I hope you enjoy it and if you want to read more, please check out some older posts of mine or follow to see what could be coming next. Hope you have a wonderful day.

via Daily Prompt: Sting

[Blog Post] About Me Lately

This is me starting what I would consider a regular blog post. For those who have read my stuff before, I mostly publish creative writing, specifically in the forms of poetry and fiction. Though because poetry is in most cases shorter it has definitely leaned towards poetry. Regardless, I won’t get offended if you get offended by that as I know that I’m simply starting my readership.

I thought though that I would write a little bit about myself and kind of some of the things I’ve been thinking about lately to give you an idea of who I am as a person.

So, here’s one of the things that’s easy to start with. I personally placed a challenge on myself that I would write and publish something everyday this month (starting on the 2nd). If you look through my current month’s post, you will notice some days are missing. I have already failed in this challenge, yet I still want to aim to do it. If you’re wondering, I am not a very consistent individual. In fact, I would definitely consider myself more of a spontaneous, creative individual. That’s probably why I chose to make those two words to be part of the little mantra that appears on the site.

While I am like this, I will be first to admit that a lot of creativity, sometime spontaneously so, can come from being consistent and doing the right things all the time or more so of. I also would admit that I would be a lot closer to where I would like to be if I could simply practice consistently doing the right things in my regular life. The challenge mentioned previously was to help me do that. I would consider this a character flaw of mine which would make me more human if I was talking about myself as a character in a story.

In most groups I’ve been in, I would not consider myself the “normal” person in the group. In high school, I went to a school that as far as extracurricular activities go and what was focused on by the school, it was all about sports. I was one of only a few people in my class that spent time in more artistic pursuits, the only one who spent time writing, as their main form of it. In the family, I am a child that has one side that has a lot of family adversity while the other has less of such things but has other issues all on their own. In my job during college (which was a job filled with college students), I was shocked by how few people knew at least one thing they wanted to accomplish while I had been slowly building my list.

By the way, my dream includes, among other things, to be able to someday be a published author (especially of fiction and poetry), to be able to make enough money to where my future wife can choose whether to work or not, to be able to have enough time to spend and build a relationship with my future children and wife as well, to be able to inspire others to reach out for their dreams as well and become better individuals, and a number of other things that go into it that I couldn’t possibly list. All of this being a way that I can praise my God and emulate Him in my own life (I am Christian by the way so that’s going to end up as part of it no matter what).

Other people have also told me that they’ve come to expect of me a little bit of a “expect the unexpected” kind of philosophy. In as short of a phrase I can put it, “I’m weird, big deal.”

What bothers me is when my spontaneity and the consistency I know I need work against each other. It’s this dichotomy of self in me that I truly cannot stand. I’ve asked myself many a time how I could have such wonderful aspirations and expectations of myself and not just make myself do the things that will get me there. I sometimes think I am worse than those who I’d met that had no such things because the very fact that I have them means I am even more responsible for where I am now. I’d never give them up because they mean so much to me, but I wonder why that does not then translate itself to action. It’s hard! It isn’t easy to do what’s right though it’s always right to do what’s right. How come, for someone else’s dreams, I will bend over backwards, but for my own, I won’t even lift a finger. It’s shocking to me.

I think this is actually a problem that a lot of people have. If we didn’t, there wouldn’t be so many songs and stories of both regrets and good intentions that never made it past that. I have to agree with someone I heard speak one time that intentions truly mean nothing, only action does.

I might continue this another time, but for now, this is probably enough.