"lost sight"
we've lost sight of what's lovely,
we've lost sight of what's wise
we've lost sight of the truth,
all we can see now are the lies
we've lost sight of ourselves,
we've lost sight of the way
we've lost sight of the sun,
we can't even see the day
we've lost sight of our reason,
we've lost sight of our home
we've lost sight of the heavens,
and we've found ourselves alone
pouring out your soul
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trentm32
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"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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trentm32
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lol, I miss you guys SO much!! I just haven't had any time at all to get online, much less kick around th ealmighty CM. I'll try my best to get back around best I can. Anything interesting gone down while I was gone?
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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Not really...Rob got on a roller coaster and there was a scary bunny. Thats about it.
-Sarah
Goodbye you liar,
Well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything
Then you think you will inspire
Take apart your head
(and I wish I could inspire)
Take apart your demons, then you add it to the list.
Goodbye you liar,
Well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything
Then you think you will inspire
Take apart your head
(and I wish I could inspire)
Take apart your demons, then you add it to the list.
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trentm32
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good times, good times. I got a new job (working construction, ugh) that's why I haven't been online much lately.
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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Money > CM.
Its a fact of life.
Actually a while ago (couple of mothes) some guy freaked out at you for making a joke. The thread was like 6 months old though, so it was all funny. He got himself banned out of it. Good times indeed.
Its a fact of life.
Actually a while ago (couple of mothes) some guy freaked out at you for making a joke. The thread was like 6 months old though, so it was all funny. He got himself banned out of it. Good times indeed.
-Sarah
Goodbye you liar,
Well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything
Then you think you will inspire
Take apart your head
(and I wish I could inspire)
Take apart your demons, then you add it to the list.
Goodbye you liar,
Well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything
Then you think you will inspire
Take apart your head
(and I wish I could inspire)
Take apart your demons, then you add it to the list.
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trentm32
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what thread? I wanna check it out?
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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findy! findy!
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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yay!
*opens thread*
*opens thread*
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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sheesh, that guy's a douchebag.
thanks for defending me in my absence guys!
thanks for defending me in my absence guys!
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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good to know I haven't been forgotten... alteast not yet, anyways... lol
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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"lost ideas"
bits and pieces stay the same,
the whole will change, what will remain
things will never be the same,
you'll forget to name, waht you can't tame
it may not be the best,
written so bereft, it's all that's left
everything can't be the best,
leave it on the shelf, all by itself
...
"the cover lost to carry"
in writing comes my comfort,
my fears hidden, but admitted
tucked into a drawer,
a tattered notebook, ohh how fitting
the cover lost to carry,
dog-eared pages, brown from time
in it lies my true self,
barely legible, truth in rhyme
most pages sit here filled,
with half ideas, where beauty lies
my soul in every sentence,
alongside all my failures, and all my tries
bits and pieces stay the same,
the whole will change, what will remain
things will never be the same,
you'll forget to name, waht you can't tame
it may not be the best,
written so bereft, it's all that's left
everything can't be the best,
leave it on the shelf, all by itself
...
"the cover lost to carry"
in writing comes my comfort,
my fears hidden, but admitted
tucked into a drawer,
a tattered notebook, ohh how fitting
the cover lost to carry,
dog-eared pages, brown from time
in it lies my true self,
barely legible, truth in rhyme
most pages sit here filled,
with half ideas, where beauty lies
my soul in every sentence,
alongside all my failures, and all my tries
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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I'm trying to learn the art of balancing time between writing on "fallen leaves," and my passion for poetry (it's amazing how much you miss writing short things after devoting all your time to something long).
"this sanctuary"
the hole left in the wall,
a broken hand, and broken heart
someday both will mend,
it seems the healing never starts
water drips down in the corner,
an old pinhole slows its pace
from flowing like a torrent,
and washing out this place
the floor rests on so weathered,
so mistreated on our way
with cracks reaching for miles,
thicker each passing day
this sanctuary barely standing,
resting on it's tattered past
of memories not forgotten,
in our souls to ever last
...
"broken yesterday"
if love crosses my mind,
it's the saddest way--
broken yesterday
standing in my head,
with all I should have said
for most a happy thing,
but for me reminds--
old fear and lies
the mistakes that linger on,
with the ones I never tried
looking to tomorrow,
it's been too long--
the day's now gone
and my heart's deepest desire,
as I wish I were this strong
...
"this sanctuary"
the hole left in the wall,
a broken hand, and broken heart
someday both will mend,
it seems the healing never starts
water drips down in the corner,
an old pinhole slows its pace
from flowing like a torrent,
and washing out this place
the floor rests on so weathered,
so mistreated on our way
with cracks reaching for miles,
thicker each passing day
this sanctuary barely standing,
resting on it's tattered past
of memories not forgotten,
in our souls to ever last
...
"broken yesterday"
if love crosses my mind,
it's the saddest way--
broken yesterday
standing in my head,
with all I should have said
for most a happy thing,
but for me reminds--
old fear and lies
the mistakes that linger on,
with the ones I never tried
looking to tomorrow,
it's been too long--
the day's now gone
and my heart's deepest desire,
as I wish I were this strong
...
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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"tiptoes on the grass"
tiptoes on the grass,
still heat, the summer night
the moon full in the sky,
guided here, by the moon's light
jump the small rail fence,
make it in, a million times before
but it's different just this once,
strain for silence, becomes a chore
linger by the jungle,
it's changed, just like the day
stumble past the slide,
hurts far too much, here to stay
make it to the swing,
and slowly sit, try not to creak
I'll tip my hat down to the night,
as a tear soon rolls, down my cheek
...
"skeletons I never met"
trying introspection,
running out of things to find
go 'till its all gone,
my God it won't be long
my life is lived so limited,
single-sided for its fourth
filled with pain still left to cope,
but always clinging to dear hope
dig so deep inside myself,
finding things I've never seen
skeletons I never met,
with their agendas soaking wet
tiptoes on the grass,
still heat, the summer night
the moon full in the sky,
guided here, by the moon's light
jump the small rail fence,
make it in, a million times before
but it's different just this once,
strain for silence, becomes a chore
linger by the jungle,
it's changed, just like the day
stumble past the slide,
hurts far too much, here to stay
make it to the swing,
and slowly sit, try not to creak
I'll tip my hat down to the night,
as a tear soon rolls, down my cheek
...
"skeletons I never met"
trying introspection,
running out of things to find
go 'till its all gone,
my God it won't be long
my life is lived so limited,
single-sided for its fourth
filled with pain still left to cope,
but always clinging to dear hope
dig so deep inside myself,
finding things I've never seen
skeletons I never met,
with their agendas soaking wet
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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