poemy woemy

Feeling: foggy
blah er ive ritten another poem. tisnt gr8 and the rhythm is fucked but what the hey, lets go wiv it anyway If you are carrying me through this, why am I still stumbling? If you are holding me so tightly, why am I still falling? If you are strengthening me, why am I weaker than ever? If you rid me of all my sins, why do they still haunt me? If you are all around me, why do I feel so alone? If you are lifting my feet from the floor, why are they still blistering? If you answer every prayer, why do I feel so ignored? If you love me so much, why do I feel so abandoned? If you make life so much better, why is it worse than ever before? If you abolish all pain, why does it hurt so much? If you are inside me, why do I feel so empty? If you want me to believe you are there, why won’t you let me see you? If you want me to talk to you, why won’t you talk to me? If you hear all I say, why can you not hear my screams? If you are the light of the world, why is it all so dark? If you are holding my hand, why is it so empty? If you protect me form evil, why is it all I am? If all I have to do is believe …why am I still here, asking? xHUGx
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what about the one about her writing? and the one when we have to hold her hair so she cant run away? :p
omgh! i love avril! i love kurt cobain! grl u rock!!!*
If anyone tells you the answers to those questions, tell me.
Which reminds me in some weird way that I still haven't brought the Fellowship afloat thing. I will soon I promise.

It's weird, lately I've been thinking about that kind of stuff more. Just generally. Like in my daily life instead of just at church. It's beginning to click. There have been so many "coincidences" lately that I'm actually beginning to take notice.
I know what you mean. I guess I've realised that it won't just come to me one day when I'm sitting on my own.
That shock of your life thing I haven't actually read is meant to be really good. Mind you I need to read it myself first. But I will lend it to you if you want.
wowsy spousy! tis very good. who cares if the rhythms slightly off, the words are good.

*BIG HUG*
bye
xxx
Ian Smith gave me this book. I think I told you about it before. It's called "The shock of your life" and it's about what happens when you die. It's all bright yellow on the front and the first chapter scared me. So yeah.
Our gym thing rocks.
i think your poem is really awesome