Hey!!!
So I am sort of taking a break from the poetry blog for 2 years to go serve a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints
But before I go, I'll give you one last poem. entitled Simple
Simple
The course humid windiness hit him
With a million smells
A million new faces looking straight at him
Why?
Why would this kid drop everything
To go across the world?
He's so out of place,
Doesn't even know french
Doesn't even know how to teach...
Not afraid,
Not scared of foreign lands
Or his trembling hands
Relying wholly on the Savior,
Giving everything
So that people he meets
Can have a chance
To find the truth.
And help others find it.
Our desert (haiku)
I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones. Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...
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I had something that I couldn't tell, a hope, a truth, and a lie as well. I rolled them all together with a postage stamp and mailed ... -
Going up to the counter at the store and being oh so small evermore. The laughter contorts my face all over and under the place A fort- ... -
i ball my hand into a fist and my knuckles hurt from the punching bag but i know i won't strike first i know that anger makes me ...