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I just want to write a bunch of poems about you. Maybe then my heart will be satisfied. Maybe then the fantasy will die.

I met him!!! Rudy Francisco! And it all started on Tumblr. (watching his videos) :))))

I met him!!! Rudy Francisco! And it all started on Tumblr. (watching his videos) :))))

When it feels like you wrote a sermon instead of a poem. 

#Christianpoetproblems

Today is (random poem in my head)

Today is 

a hot-chocolate-and-soup kind of day

A stay-in-bed-all-day kind of day

With blankets wrapped up to your neck,

watching the TV on Channel Guide because you wrapped your arms up before you found a channel to watch and you’re determined not to move.

Today is 

a baby-don’t-go-because-I-need-you-to-stay-warm kind of day

A permission-to-cuddle kind of day

A permission-to-skip-class-or-work-but-not-really kind of day.

Today is

when laziness can take over

because the shudder your body does once it meets cold weather is too much to bare.

Chattering teeth don’t make beautiful melodies,

let me sip some tea and sing instead.

Today is

a hurry-up-and-get-work-done kind of day 

So you can go home, relax, and play.

Today is

a warning: winter’s on its way.

One of those poems that make you go “Oooo!”

The one thing I’m learning about writing

Is that you can’t be jealous of other people’s work. You can’t kick yourself and say, “Why didn’t I think of that?!” Just smile and appreciate the beautiful and clever way that someone put those words together. Know that if you keep writing, you will get better, and you will write something just as clever. Feed off other people’s brilliance. Let it inspire your work. Strive to be original. It’s getting harder it seems, but everyday I hear something that only a poet could have dreamed of. Words that are carefully weaved together to form new metaphors, similes, analogies. Something that takes my breath away. I thank God for my gift and pray that if I don’t have the ability to take someone’s breath away, that I can make them think. And think of Him in particular.

This is what happens when you try to plan a poetry slam/event and use that as an excuse to watch poetry videos.

:) Goodnight.

Miles Hodges has a Tumblr

The second thing that put a smile on my face this morning. I might be late, but I obviously didn’t know lol.

The first - going to church.

For all the Miles Hodges/Strivers Row fans who might be late like me:

http://milesxmiles.tumblr.com/

Blinders

Original poem by me

As I’m running this race

Lord, help me keep my pace

Don’t let me backtrack

By being caught up in worldly distractions

And if I’m in the lead

Doing everything that’s required of me

Help me be humble

Let me not get caught up in how well my ministry is doing

Boasting about being the best

Instead of boasting how God is moving

Let me focus on my ministry and me

Give me blinders so I won’t compete

At the end of the day, it’s not about how much money the ministry made

It’s about how many people got saved.

It’s not about being better than the rest

It’s about how we are all doing God’s work and giving it our best

Lord, fill me with modesty

Let me eat the biggest slice of humble pie

It’s not about the success

It’s about honoring the Most High

Creative Writing Class!!!

I love it already.

Even though we are doing poetry for the first half of the semester, it’s cool. I do enjoy poetry.

But fiction writing is my heart.

We don’t have class Thursday :D that’s crazy, but she has a conference to go to.

My first out of class poem is done. I might write another one to see which one I like better. She gave us a prompt for it.

I will post the poem later on since I really quite like it.

It’s called a Piece of Memories.

Invictus

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley