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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There is ink in my pen And I'm pretty sure If I put it to the page It would come out, Creating some sort of mark On the blank pages. Of ...
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The humble drops of water Fall from the furthest reach Onto modern art in the garden: Flushing the angles of the sculpture Of the gum wr...
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When I said I'm scared that was an understatement. When I'm too blind to see things when they happen And too used to second chance...