Let me.
When the sun awakes the sky,
Trapped beneath your love, let me be the one.
When flutterbys in your tummy arise,
At the dancing of our eyes….let me be the one.
and as fingers intertwine, opposing ying-yangs attracting mine, let me be the one.
When the future becomes cloudy, the path grows grey and weary, let me be the one.
I dare you.
From a (comfortably safe) distance…
I wrote this on my birthday… can you say intense?
…in my mind, I can admire,
i can feel and I can want.
what i can’t touch? i desire…
in my mind I can scream
lovely things, beautiful things,
that you can’t hear behind my joking smile…
I’ve heard that every joke’s part truth,
but do you, could you believe that’s true?
Could you take me at my word and
listen and believe that all I want is you?
There are moments of truth in everything thing I say
every word chosen with intention.
as I stand at attention
under your gaze.
You watch so close, so carefully,
and then you look at me and I can’t breathe…
I am proud to say I get butterflies…
p.s…What would you say if I joked you the truth?
P.s.s Natasha Bedingfield had it right dude…
…it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body…
How can you “change” and stay the same? If they old you has died, how can we stand to let it keep haunting our new lives in Christ? Our new lives FOR Christ? “That’s just the way I am…” doesn’t cut it anymore. You were crucified in Him, it’s time to move to the passenger seat and let him Increase. (john 3:30)
Galatians 2:19 “For through the law I died to the law so that I might live for God. 20 I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. 21 I do not set aside the grace of God, for if righteousness could be gained through the law, Christ died for nothing!
i wrote a paper as a senior in high school about this and when tracking the unhealthy relationship symptoms i found this out too. fucking a.
THIS is a legitimate reason to think Twilight is problematic. Not “oooh, but it’s girly literature cause the vampires sparkle and all the teen girls are into Edward”. As funny as some of the sparkly vampires jokes are - and they really sometimes are - Twilight’s very unique take on vampires is the least of the series’ problems, yet this criticism gets heard a lot more than the criticism of people who have noticed that something isn’t quite right in the relationship between Edward and Bella.
I brought this up every chance I had when I was working with the youth theatre girls this summer. There was one in particular who was way gaga over Edward and how she wanted a boyfriend just like him, so I told her “Oh, you’d be ok with a guy who followed you everywhere, invaded your privacy, ignored your feelings, sabotaged your friendships, and isolated you from everyone you’ve ever loved? And nearly killed you on several occasions?”
And I literally watched the switch flip in her head.
Whoa. O.O
Yeah. Like I was saying on Pinterest, the entire Twilight series just reinforces patriarchal stereotypes. What a setback.
…time out…
I’ve put you in a corner of my heart,
avoiding everything that’s “you,”
only to indulge in all things “not”.
Your quiet is too loud, I need incessant chatter to think,
Your gentleness is a reminder of the harsher side of things.
The beauty of all of your knowledge makes me feel stupid,
The charms of your shyness are the bane of my very existence…
yet, why does quiet attract my every affection? As the your sun is to my moon, our differences are many, and Your character continuously builds a bridge the close the gap. I’m frozen in limb, watching…waiting…Dancing; one step forward, one step back.
…and with all of this, my conclusion?
I am a Coward under your innocent stare, frightened by the lips of which you COULD speak the delicious words I’ve been so longing to hear… so wanting to hear, WORDS THAT MEAN SOMETHING… But a could is not a would of a will do or a can do, but an excuse to let you stay in that corner… all alone.
If never a time I surrender to slumber, I promise, I’ll know who to find.
… another sleepless night?
I’ll never be the same,
I wander the miles of my mind,
Open doors, no where to go…
Where for art thou, My Romeo?
For in my mind, I see you,
But never a thy face appears?
Through each door, a missing piece,
hopefully, you’ve left a clue
The darkness of sleep is nearing,
I’m almost out of time, I call Your name,
though, I can never remember,
I know that it’s close to my heart.
One last door, oh, so close to slumber,
two steps away, two seconds till dawn,
Behind the door? You, shining, like a star.
…and I’m gone from the land of in between,
sleeping restfully with a smile,
for an unspoken whisper has left my lips,
a covenant from my heart….
If ever a time I remember, Promise me, You’ll be mine,
If never a time I surrender to slumber,
I promise, I’ll know who to find.
