i c a n t

youre going to think i made this up
that its not real

not about me

but

it is

and it needs to be expressed.
bc im sick of everything
and thats not hyperbole for effect

im completely

b o e

r k n

my insides charred
by my sin
(yeah thats real)

i c a n t
r e c a n t
i c a n t
(rinse and repeat)

wanna be whole
complete
healed
restored

but

i c a n t

and i know it
have known it
for years

and

j e s u s c a n

and i know it
have known it
for years

(its no mystery)

yet im completely

b o e

r k n

and damned to trust in grace
(god i hope this works)

faded

iron no where to be found
too proud to seek

dull

bland

am I dying to serve
or dying for another excuse

do i give until it hurts

am i a light on a hill
or simply a faded reflection

A haiku for Brian

lonely searching for

a poem by my friend Bri

so sad still alone

better unspoken

here's an old one...mainly because i'm busy and i despise lonliness

in a word or two
our dreams and promises
die forever to our eyes
as a subtle reminder
that we are the liars
we claim that we are not
we speak the better unspoken
as our hypocrisy grows
more consuming
more blatant with the disparity
between what is said
and what is shown