to a new friend

And when my last day awaits me,

I'll say,

"I never expected this."

You were a gift.

A precious element of trust;

thrusted into my hands.

I was given no time to react,

only act.

Take a step forward,

and hope

for the best.

dear you

The night is young. The clock has not even hit 7 pm,

but I vouch it feels like 11 pm.

As I try and pack, you're in the back of my mind.

Burning my scull and my thoughts.

Will you ever leave?

Do I want you to leave? Well. No. I don't.

I just wish things were different.

Less abstract and more solid.

I'd give anything for that.

initials written on a dock

Garrett Frederick Brooks and Denise Heather Brooks.

They were carved on a dock

by the lake in Traverse City.

They meet there three years

before they carved their names.

They were young and it was summer.

The sun shined down on them

as they tripped over words and wondered what to say.

Their story would involved

many trips to see each other,

back and forth - back and forth

they'd go.

Till finally the day would come,

when he'd ask her to marry him

and she'd say yes.

They would only return

to this dock three years later.

To carve their names on the dock,

where they meet.

To remember their past and make others wonder

about those six letters

carved on the dock.

i don't understand

You go one day, two days, three days, four days seeing a person.

You talk.

You spend time doing silly things.

You laugh.

You enjoy this time.

You feel like life is good.

Then you're gone.

That day or days of seeing that person

is gone.

Like strangers, you now walk.

You don't talk.

You don't spend time doing silly things.

You don't laugh together.

You don't have time together to enjoy.

You're life is a different type of good.

How can intimacy come and go -- so easily?

I don't get it.

this heart of mine

My heart confuses me beyond words.

It longs to be cared for.

To skip a beat by a simple look.

One moment, it's joyful.

The other, it aches.

I don't know how to control

any of it.

I wish there was a formula

to keep my heart safe.

I wish I could lock it up.

But how dreadful!

How sad.

To feel nothing, to love nothing.

simplicity it is

"What time is our final?"

"Thursday, 8-10 am."

"Oh, that's too early for writers."

Everyone laughed.

Paul Patton has been my favorite professor this semester. He is genuine and real. Two characteristics I seek for myself.

I have cut myself from calling myself a writer for a while. The idea of labeling myself to something has done be bad and therefore, I have stripped myself from that wonderful title. I sincerely love being a writer and known as one who takes time to contemplate about life in such a matter.

Anyways, this is what I look forward to:

One day, being blessed by God, by having weeks to no end of simplicity. No computer. No internet. Nothing to interrupt my mind in the morning, the afternoon, the evening. I want to begin my days with reading and then writing, then reading some more as well as, writing. I want my life to slow down even more. I want to observe more. I want to lavish myself in the terms of art and beauty.

"We'll make it 9-11am."

songs have such a powerful effect on me

Great I Am

I wanna to be close close to your side
So heaven is real and death is alive
I wanna hear voices of angels above
Singing as one

Hallelujah Holy Holy
God almighty Great I am
Who is worthy
None beside Thee
God Almighty
Great I Am

I wanna be near near to your heart
Loving the world hating the dark
I want to see troubles living again
Singing as one

Chorus
Hallelujah
Holy Holy
God almighty Great I am
Who is worthy
None beside Thee
God Almighty
Great I Am

He's the Great I Am Great I Am

The mountains shake before Him
The demons run and flee
At the mention of the name
King of Majesty
There is no power in hell
Or any who can stand
Before the power and the presence of the Great I am
The Great I am The Great I am
The Great I am The Great I am The Great I am

(Chorus)

Great I am
The Great I am The Great I am
The Great I am The Great I am The Great I am

By New Life Worship

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temptations

I fall so easily

I tell myself no

I will to go

I fill my thoughts anew

I still lay trapped

I fell in the act

Oh

How I

Fall

So easily.

he never asks my name

I wonder,

does he know my name?

He asks,

"Where are you from?"

He asks,

"How old are you?"

He asks,

"Where are you from?"

If I asked,

"Do you remember me?"

Would he say, yes?