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Perfect in Him
He wakes up the night with music
I scarce sleep for the praise I want to shout
He makes his light to shine in me, and I doubt why he picked me
I want to cry and laugh at the same time, instead I sing.
That he my king should die for me, blows my mind
Makes me give him my all and best.
Though I know its not enough.
That he should humble himself to be my friend
That he should make my hands so skilled to work for him
My eyes so bright, my voice so strong.
You my God, placed the stars, and you are what draws me to them.
Your great work displayed for all to see.
And yet you tell me I glow brighter then they with your love indwelling me.
I turn from you and am in shadow, I am pocked and dented.
I run to you and your light washes my imperfections away.
It is only when my eyes are on you that I am truly perfect.

Heres the link to some of my other writings on GR:

http://www.goodreads.com/story/list/2...

Amen! That's beautiful Liz :D

great writing!!

Thanks girls!

kinda poetry....but kinda narrative too

Yeah, I don't know to much about writing poetry so it slips into narrative.

Thanks. :)

wait i got it! its like psalms! just contemporary..

Yeah, I guess you could say that.

Elizabeth wrote: "Perfect in Him
He wakes up the night with music
I scarce sleep for the praise I want to shout
He makes his light to shine in me, and I doubt why he picked me
I want to cry and laugh at the same tim..."


Very nice, Elizabeth! :)

Thank you. :)

http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...

Swing Dancing

The throbbing of the music
murky yellow light revealing
swaying bodies moving to the beat.
Shadowy outlines of tall men
the waving hair of the woman.
Happy smiles and a heart
beating with excitement.
Fedoras, suspenders and tattoos.

Swing music,
pounding base.
Laughing with friends.
Walking down well lite city streets,
feeling humanity all around.

Quotes
The flow of words penned by another human being,
describing what you feel.
The moment of connectedness,
when you know your not alone.
The experience of loving some for their feelings.
Saying to ones-self "ahh...so that's what that is.
The thoughts of my mind formed by your pen."

Murmuration

She paints the walls
creating a clean canvas for her thoughts.
Words slip through her mind
she reaches, they elude her
Her train of thought is gone
Left with nothing but the feeling
of something dear, now lost.
She waits...
for the words to flock again.
Flooding her mind like a murmuration
crowding to overflow her pen
and spill onto the paper.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CabLy...

Untitled

The times we laughed
and I thought you my friend
must have been special only to me,
have you so soon forgotten
our time together?
You abandon me for more popular fellows.
But I can tell you now
they won't be half as faithful
as I would have been.
Taking and never giving
they'll talk about you behind your back.
Remember me
when the whispers leak back
to surround you,when their twisted lies
form as truth in your mind.
Remember there was once one
who thought you beautiful.

The Pill

I'm still working on this one, but I thought I'd post it anyway.

I've swallowed the pill
and it's a bitter one
containing all the lies
you've ever told.
Stuck in this whirlpool of doubt
I can't see a way out.
I find the pill is turning
sweet as sugar in my mouth.
I'm spiraling out of control.
To late to stop my decent.
I'm just waiting for the crash
as I hit the end of the tunnel.
But I'm struggling
tasting the bitterness
again and again.

Your Black Twin

Evil hides in the darkness
and I've tried so hard,
my dear,
to make you see
your black thoughts rear their head.
I'm the knight
and the dragons are all around you.
Your emotions curl and hiss
and all I have is a spear.
But I'm afraid to strike, my darling.
I'm afraid to charge.
Seeing they're so wrapped around you.
I've failed to be your shining knight
because all I'm fighting is your
black twin,
and sometimes I can't see the
difference between the two.

Waiting for Spring

And so the summer ends
with a sparkle and a bang.
The brilliant flash of a firecracker
a pleasure gone to soon.
The time has flown
and now goodbyes must be said.
As the Autumn creeps back to chill.
I'll wait for the snow
and its soft falling.
To bring me back my darling,
so wait for me by the sycamore tree.
As the leaves turn green once more
and the spring will bloom for us, dear.
The spring will bloom for us.

Last Words

What if we spoke every word as if it was our last?
Would we hurry to impress the masses with our wisdom?
Would we capture humanity in a poet's hurried flow?
I could speak as if my words were my last.
Would you even care?
You wouldn't even remember them until I'm gone.

Stars

We are all stars in the end
exploding balls of love and passion
emoting rays, for the positive or negative.
Exploding or imploding, consuming or creating...

I love your writing!

Awww, thank you!

I wish I could write poetry like you do, Elizabeth! :)

The Owls

I could have stood there for hours
listening to the owls love song ring across the barren fields,
but my ears and fingers were freezing.
I tried to rub some warmth back into them,
straining to hear the birds again,
but all was still.
The only sound-the falling snow hitting the firs.
The owls had gone.

Cari wrote: "I wish I could write poetry like you do, Elizabeth! :)"

Oh I bet you could. :D I hardly even consider it poetry haha, it's just so random...

Poetry may seem random, but you do have a way with words. :)

Awww, thank. You girls are all so encouraging tonight. :)

Change

I'm trying to believe that change is good.
That this heartache will strengthen me
if only I can push through it.
We all crave change and yet
when it comes we cling to the old.
We beat change back and tell the future we aren't ready
...we're never ready.

Beautiful Things

They asked me what I did
and I told them
"one forth of my time,
I make beautiful things.
And the other 3/4ths I regret
not making beautiful things."

Little Worlds

There is a million planets inside my head.
I wonder what would happen if I brought them all to life.
Thousands of little worlds.

Elizabeth wrote: "Change

I'm trying to believe that change is good.
That this heartache will strengthen me
if only I can push through it.
We all crave change and yet
when it comes we cling to the old.
We beat chang..."

I love that :) It's so true.

Thank you, :)

I didn't know where else I would ask this... Is a copy of Gathered Thoughts available anywhere? I would love to read it.

Elizabeth wrote: "Untitled

The times we laughed
and I thought you my friend
must have been special only to me,
have you so soon forgotten
our time together?
You abandon me for more popular fellows.
But I can tell y..."

i like this one it is amazing. You have a gift for writing.

Christal wrote: "I didn't know where else I would ask this... Is a copy of Gathered Thoughts available anywhere? I would love to read it."

Currently it is out of print, our publishing business is planning on getting it re-printed soon.
I can let you know when it's up in our store if you like?
Also, in case you were thinking it had all my writing in it. I was just the editor and put all the quotes together. But you've actually given me the idea that I should include some of my own poetry in the re-print. :P

Nardos wrote: "Elizabeth wrote: "Untitled

The times we laughed
and I thought you my friend
must have been special only to me,
have you so soon forgotten
our time together?
You abandon me for more popular fellows..."

Oh thank you so much! *Hugs*

Elizabeth wrote: "Christal wrote: "I didn't know where else I would ask this... Is a copy of Gathered Thoughts available anywhere? I would love to read it."

Currently it is out of print, our publishing business is ..."

You should totally make your own book of poetry. :)

Right now I'm not sure I have enough poems. But in the future when I do, I would like to make a book.

Your Old Truck

Hand out the window
treading air.
No seat belts and country songs
filtered through the radio.
Cornfields racing by in the peripheral.

I was quite in love,
with your old truck's feel.

Fine

"How are you?" they asked
"Fine." she said with a
thousand insecurities
screaming from her eyes.

Common Stardust

As we rubbed the stardust
from our eyes
we blinked in surprise
at the every day beauty around us.
The magnificence in the commons
sudden brightness blinded us.
All we could do is wipe the
tears from our eyes and
go on with our day,
scarcely comprehending what
we had seen.

You've got some really great stuff here, Elizabeth! :)

Awww, thank you!

Frightful Maze

Feel the magic laden air
taste adventure everywhere.
Unlocking secret ways
through the fright filled hidden maze.

Stretching for Eternity

As humans we are always reaching for the stars,
searching for an all-mighty power.
In stretching for eternity,
we often miss the life of the man
sent to take away our sins
and show us the love of God.
The very one who breathed
the stars to which we look.

Rain

The rain dripped from the tall trees,
pattering onto her dark hood,
rolling to land on her nose
making her sneeze.
Her boots squished in the wet needles at her feet.

Proud to be Different

In a world screaming at us to be the same
I want to celebrate being different.
My dear friends,
don't let anyone ever talk you into being the same.
Your difference is what makes you unique.
And what so many people are looking for today
is someone who is uniquely different.
Your perspective,
Your creativity,
are yours alone.
No one in the world sees things the way you can,
if you choose.

Elizabeth wrote: "Proud to be Different

In a world screaming at us to be the same
I want to celebrate being different.
My dear friends,
don't let anyone ever talk you into being the same.
Your difference is what ma..."

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