Sloppy World


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(Written in a fictional character’s perspective. This isn’t me! Be warned: Much drama ahead.)

Sloppy World

She held my hand. She was the little child, who used to giggle at the little things that filled her with glee. The little child, wielding crayons as a weapon of wonder and innocence, creating her sloppy world of red, blue and green.

“This is our house. And the sky, the clouds and the birds! This is our family! Mommy and daddy, and I’m in between them and there’s a heart-shape, because we love each other!”

He held my hand. He was the little child, who used to walk undaunted, full of awe and a sense of adventure. Breeding stories of knights, monsters–under the bed covers, scribbling over notebooks, creating his sloppy world of thick streaks of lead with subtle shades of grey..all coming from a tiny pencil.

“He’s going to be a hero! He’s going to save the world from evil! No one is gonna have to deal with evil ever again because he’ll be there.”

That day would come..when she’ll cling tight to mommy’s leg, as though something was wrong.

And he would, too…he would do the same. He knew something wasn’t right. What that exactly was – who knows. Maybe a child like him just doesn’t have the words to explain.

“What’s wrong, dear?”

She would say a few words. He would stay silent, sometimes.

And from there, they had gradually let go of my hand. They had slowly faded away..leaving with a bright sparkle of light, fading towards the end of nothing.

And now all around me was vivid, multi-dimensional. All around me was the bigger picture filled with color…A world no longer made of crayons, no longer of lead coming from this tiny pencil.

“What’s wrong, dear?”

“Nothing. Oh–nothing!” I flinched, as I snapped out of my daydreaming.

Hours go by and the bell finally rings. Everyone would singlehandedly agree that this moment was what the class had all been waiting for. Now I could go home and play Pokemon, then get back to watching that 50th anniversary special.

Everyone else… I think they would be doing the same.

 

Author’s Notes

This isn’t something to be taken literally, but with a lot of understanding.

One Thing’s For Sure


I may or may not be,
The kind of person that I want to be..
But one thing’s for sure,
I’ll find myself secure
In the arms of the Father who loves me.

In times when it all doesn’t go as planned,
As the time pours out my hand, like sand
All drifting away, but one thing’s for sure,
I’ll find myself secure
With the love of the Father who’s holding my hand.

Don’t Walk Away


Art by Tactician Jenro

Art by Tactician Jenro

Note: This post is not for the people who strongly dislike emotions and unneeded honesty.

 Don’t Walk Away

So many friends they come and go

“Please don’t walk away”

When mistakes are made, can’t be undone

“Please don’t walk away”

When brothers throw you down a pit for a few coins

“Please don’t walk away”

When you don’t meet their expectations

“Please don’t walk away”

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The Cycle of Being Better II


“I could be better, right?”
“I could prove that…I can not be just a guy who is average. Or useless. I could be good at something. I could be more..”
“Looking at others – looking at their confidence, their status in life, the things they achieve and work out altogether, makes me see how small I am in comparison. It’s a discouragement and an encouragement at the same time.”
“It could be…one of the wells, or reason, for my doing better and aiming for more..”

“You know, often we look at what’s ahead..the future, our goals and wants.. but deep inside it could be.. our heart’s way of shouting its need for acceptance and position. We want to be somebody. However, is what lies ahead all there is to it? Or is it what we have in the here and now?”

“The great thing with God is…in Him we have both, in a different kind of aspect. Here and now – we are loved and accepted. We don’t have to compare ourselves to others based on what they do and what we don’t. We don’t have to envy others just because they have..things..talents.. things that we may not ‘appear’ to have.”

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A Personal Friend of Mine


Love is a personal friend of mine
He’s misunderstood, but he doesn’t mind
He’s pushed to the side, but he’ll never let go
He’ll keep preaching ‘yes!’ in a world screaming ‘no!’

Love has a voice that all his friends know
He speaks of a truth that is set to explode
He speaks of a way no one expects
He speaks of a grace that removes all regrets

Love is a friend who’s always been there
He doesn’t run when the others get scared
He calls me a friend; all my secrets he knows
He stands up for me while the world throws its stones

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Little Sheep


Little Sheep

Little sheep, why do you run?
Chasing after the rising sun
Trying to move so far away
Felt rejected from the fray

Little sheep, did they laugh at you?
Saying, oh young one, you don’t have a clue
You’re left behind and feeling blue
They think they’re all better, wiser than you

Run, you run, as far as you can
You cling to rebellion, flowing tears, they began
Thinking you’ve been nothing but an insolent fool
Going your way, not abiding by rule

Little sheep, why do you run?
Going out the world, to experience the sun
Maybe you’ll find how bright it would shine
And know this route was really the most fine.

Wake up, my fellow sheep, wake up to the sun
Where mellow green pastures await, and much fun
Our shepherd, not but a limited man, you say
Well, I see him right here, giving light to this day.