Every Word I speak I give you a piece of my soul...To give you the peace of my soul...

...I KNOW I DONT HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS BUT I HOLD MY PEN WITH "THE PASSION" THAT PUTS THE SOUL OF JESUS CHRIST IN THE SOL'S OF MY NIKE'S SO I CAN WALK WITH HIM BUT IF YOU EVER NEED TO BORROW MY KICKS I WILL OFFER THEM THATS JUST MY DAILY OFFERIN...

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...Truth of the matter is I was to be thrown in a pile papers blanketed with statitistics saying i was never born to rise...But Papers don't speak like ME Numbers dont BLEED like ME,a manilla folder with my name printed on it CAN'T DREAM LIKE ME!

Saturday, May 13, 2006

Mirror

See I know this girl who loses her self in a bottle…
To hollow her heart by corrupting her veins and brain
With the bittersweet effect of liquors taste
Just to get rid of her past distain
And everyday it rains cause her guardian angel isn’t able…
To choke back them tears
And put back the pieces of her shattered heart
She’s losing sight of God
Forgetting why Jesus bled upon that cross
She hides her scars with make-up
With hopes that that will make up and make her
Forget everything that’s ever made her hate her self
All the while she disguises what lies in her heart with lies…
That maybelline façade she puts on is ruined every time her eyes get flooded with regret
And yet she tells me
NOTHINGS WRONG…

But “A true friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you’ve forgotten the words”

So let me carry this melody for you
You no longer have chug down your pain
Let the light of truth that shines in the crevices in the words of my lines help you find what you’ve misplaced
And if you ever feel your plate is too full
And the weight on your shoulders is too heavy give me your burdens and
I’ll burry you worries in the same grave
Where your heart stays
Cause I love you till my dying days
Despite your faults that would turn most men away I just don’t stay …
I COME CLOSER
With hopes of curing you of your sickness that supposedly doesn’t exist
And I wish I could answer your prayers
I mean I want to give you a solution to save ya,
Be your savior…
But I’m only a man who knows how to transform life into words
But maybe I can take a hold of your hand and we can dance away the pain to the songs angels sing
And in time I’ll build a home in the clouds so we can have a key to heaven
But for now you can sleep on my chest …
So you can dream on my heart
Find peace in tomorrow
And do away with your sorrows
I mean put your pain on the back burner
No longer let the past linger and concern you
Find paradise in my eyes
And I’ll give you a reason to be alive
Just hold on
When they expect you to fall off
You know I’m the one person you can always call on…

I just want to tell her these words
To nourish her nerves
So she can flourish with courage
But I can’t…
I mean I want to…
But every time I help her pain
I get hurt
Cause everything I say just gets tossed in the dirt…forgotten and worthless
Much like the way she sees herself…

4 Comments:

Blogger fallen angel said...

mmmmmm...i like how you are showing your sensitive side. i can hear the concern in this piece. i agree with kim, where were yall when i was a teenager? you and jono are nothing like the boys were at my highschool.
~fallen angel

12:46 AM  
Blogger Shelle said...

lol, i know angel, right!! dang doofusses...
so much depth in this young ones writings, truly he is blessed.
"sleep on my chest, so you can dream on my heart"....whew!

10:35 AM  
Blogger joey said...

that was my "whew" line too shelle!!
brent, u know what's right for u...whatever's meant to be will be, you have many years and many poems ahead of you, like poetry... it only gets better

10:18 AM  
Blogger josie said...

you got some serious talent. where do you get your inspiration? who is your muse?

i want to read your poems but i cant read all tonight. but i will be back.

6:12 PM  

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