But would you really feel the holes in his hands and the wound in his side... or would that make it too real? Thomas may have doubted, but he wanted to believe.

Lock your carpals
Against your frontal bone
And let that air
Escape your lips again
In a huff
Of discontent

Your cervical vertebrae
Will bend back
Like they always do
And paper thin
Eyelids close
But only til you look up

And see me see you
See me not seeing
You
No, that's a lie
See me see you
See me seeing
You

The air is supersaturated with the smell before rain, and it's beginning to fall out.

Not every setting sun shows a sunset.

Sometimes we mistake thirst for need of a suntan.
Sometimes the rain is what we need.

I'll pick you up when you fall down ( Read more... )

Looking down at my hand ( Read more... )

This will be of no help to you now. The critical moment when it was in your power to refrain from taking the first step has been lost. I caught you unawares; at that time it was in your power to say "No". As for now the flood of events has swept you along, as it does every person, and you are no longer capable of doing anything. Were every person ( Read more... )

Today I've come to the conclusion (the first of several) that I feel as though I am being humored - by a lot of things, I suppose, but not on a personal level, just in general. It seems like that is what happens in life... you're humored throughout it, but less and less as time progresses. You're humored as baby when your parents give you what you ( Read more... )

Thank you, breath of fresh air. Please fill my lungs again.

Am I now trying to win the approval of men, or of God? Or am I trying to please men? If I were still trying to please men, I would not be a servant of Christ.
Galations 1:10

Your dark hair was mixed with mine and you wanted it back. Somebody just take me back or move me forward. What was it that made me crash into another world? "You're the wierdest." "You're everyone's favorite." "You're.... you're.... you're...." Why is it me? Why do I have to become a product of the changed environment? I am who I was before... why ( Read more... )