The Art of an Angel

Sometimes I vanish in a world created by a stranger that becomes
Anywhere I want to be.
Lost in colors, or in a memory.
I am floating in a feeling of wandering down the road barefoot,
laughing with friends under a warm summer moon.
Or the feeling of a rock in the pit of my stomach
Inhabited by my deepest worries.
Still I sit and ponder,
As angels seem to arise,
And drift high.
High above,
And almost out of sight.
Posing statues climb out of their canvases,
And solemnly reach for my hand.

By: Tamarah Johnson

Sleepy Eyes

Sleepy eyes sealed shut lips. Hypnotize my finger tips. Locked inside this monster lives. Holding on with too tight of a grip. Hold my heart and fill in the cracks. Trust is something you can never take back. Love is winter but to cold to feel. Summer is hot and to burned to heal. Life is like sand just slipping away. When you are here then I am brave. The day is gone Ill go back to sleep. Im going to listen to the monsters heartbeat.

The Summer Of 2007

There is nothing like it......No feelings that can ever come close or even compare The life in the air. The best times ever.....Might have been the hardest times ever but couldn't have been better. When We all grew up a lot more inside. Into the people we will meet in our futures. When the sun was friendly to our eyes. Along with a smile I realized more of of who I am...Or who I want to be. All the friends we made along the ways. Familiar faces that might just fade. The laughs that brought us all together. To all the times I always said never. To all my enemies that I have forgiven. Also for the forgiveness that I have been given. To the ones that have been close. My friends, and Claude but John the most....To all those moments I want to bring to heaven. And the memories of the summer of 2007...

When I'm Lonley

To anyone whose ever had hurt. To everyone out there whose ever felt pain....To all the lonley people who believe that there's no other way.....To people who are just like me....when I cant seem to find the door....I panic. When im thinking something crazy or remembering something bad. When i crack under pressure or if my eyes fill with water...when i miss someone I truly want to hold...When I remember the curves of their face. If I looked down at these sleeves that have wiped my eyes, or the unpleasant feeling of a runny nose. When I feel like one small dot in the ocean. When everyone has gone to bed.
feeling like Im lost in a crowd or just lost in empty space..When jesus just seems out of sight and I try my best to keep in touch with him. Wen darkness creeps in and u try to push against it....what Ive learned the hard way. ..never give up because in the end....It was all worth it.

When He Holds My Heart

Hold my heart in your hands and never let it go. His eyes sparkled green with love. My cold hands how he always makes warm. Together he sews my heart when torn. Oh the love of my life.... Can i see into your eyes like glass. Shimmering like stars. I made all these tears but these troubles we made ours. When worry casts its hold on me like a black and blue surrounds my wounds behind a broken face. You would always embrace. When life took our baby hands and pulled us into the future it was dark. And with trust in me,yes its left its marks... When stress pulled me by the ear it pulled me far away. And just this, the boy held me with his words everyday. But come to think that after this this boy is now a man. I stop and kiss this man Im with and still he holds my hands.

Standing In The Dark

Standing in the cold. Looking in the dark. Living on this earth. Trying to leave a mark. Troubles in the home. Troubles in your mind, Wanting to move forward but falling backwards because your blind. Tears in your blood. Worry in your veins. Stress is in your eyes and your near to be insane. I need you here right now. Just to keep me tamed. Lay it on my shoulders for Im the one to blame. If God the one above could hear my crys and sorrows. The only thing id ask for is another day tomorrow.

Dust

I’m sitting here trembling. Not from myself but from other peoples pain and panic. Are they going to be alright? I feel that question bounce around in my mind. I have no choice but to give my heart to the person screaming for relief. There eyes grow cold as another soul has slipped out of the grasp of their loved ones. Until time passes they become just a vague memory in my past. Life is like holding dust in your hands and watching the breeze take it away. Soon I will follow them. One day and I will be the one leaving you.