Untitled

I wrote this song on December 27, 2009. (Note: I am not, and have not been, a drug addict. This is a figure of speech, or a parallel to things that we become addicted to and enslaved to.)

Verse 1
For once in my life,
I can't envision
A life without this addiction,
These prescriptions.

Verse 2
The first time today,
I can't even see
A life of so-called normality,
Totally free.

Chorus
I've shredded past the blockade.
I ran screaming past the point of no return.
They're pointing, eyes wide.
But I don't mind.
Because after I break through all the rules,
You're on the other side.

Bridge
I'm stretching too far,
Reaching for you.
These walls weren't meant to be walked through.

Dysfunctional People

Song. Written sometime in either 2008 or 2009. Kind of formatted differently. Comments are welcome. :)

Verse 1
We're all such dysfunctional people.
We're all such dysfunctional people.
I try to wear a smile,
While fixing your frown.
I try to hold you up,
While I'm sliding farther and farther down.
We're losing ground.

Pre-chorus
Whatever happens next...

(Trying to restore order,
Everything is turned around.)

Chorus
I need someone better.
I need someone stronger,
'Cause I'm falling and I'm failing.
I can't do this any longer.

Verse 2
We're painting oceans,
While oblivious to sunsets.
There's beauty,
There's hope.
We're missing it.
We're missing it.

Bridge
Why me?
I'm just as ruined.
You're the only unbroken part of me.
Can't you see?
I'm just as ravaged as them.
How can I help?

Outro
I want to help,
But I'm so dysfunctional.
Help me...

Untitled

Another untitled poem, written in 2008.

Edge of high
Is unattainable.
Low for You
Is higher than my
Mountain peaks.
The higher I jump,
The faster,
The farther,
I fall.
So I fall into You
Because only You
Can look at me--
Love and lowly--and see
Your Son,
High and holy.

Untitled

Yet another old, untitled poem.

The pain is searing.
Still my heart is singing.
If this is for your best,
I'm willing to be just your past.
I know we will meet again
Someday--I just don't know when.
So now I can reach past the pain
To hear my heart singing.

Untitled

This is a poem, a prayer, I wrote quite a while ago. It's self-explanatory. :)

God, this sure seems like
The kind of story You would write,
The kind of picture You would paint,
The kind of dream You've helped me to wait for.
But if this isn't from You,
Isn't true, isn't real,
Please change the way I feel.