In the Wake of Saturday.

It's quite late tonight. And, as predicted, I'm suffering in your absence. Eh, suffering may be a bit extreme of a term, but you know what? What you give off is a bit extreme of an emotion. And hey, I'm not afraid of taking this anywhere but up, because you don't deserve so much as even one degree off. You deserve more, so I'll be more; I'll be who He wants me to be. But if the floor tilts, run. I won't live up to what some are saying I'll be to you. I just won't do it. I care, I care, I care about you [!], and it is like you're an undiscovered part of myself that has just been itching to appear. And here you are and here is your heart and it's the mostbeautifulthingIhaveeverseenokayneedtobreathe. Inhale. You are too much and you are undefined and you are something so incredibly rare. Some find that my world wasn't prepared for. But the surprise is incredible. Happiness doesn't define you, yet you define such happiness. My words are honest and true to you, because it's what you deserve. If I had doubt, there would be an enemy all up inside my open wounds trying to split me open and ruin this mural that we've been fingerpainting in the light of the daybreak.

And we've got a looong ways til sunset,

but even when it sets it will rise again.

Mmm, I can see this by the color in your eyes,

it's alright.

Hayley

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There you were, in the front yard, waving one last goodbye to yesterday. Yeah, I could see you... but you were never really there at all. I called you 'Bright Eyes', reflecting back a past of broken glass. I'd take you in, breathe you in, lost in a cheap high, achieved and gone.

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Are you as inspired

by the rain as I am?

Do you feel it pour

right through your hands?



And do you feel a chill in here?

'Cause I am incubated by your smile...

and your shade of blue

reflecting back at me, back at me.



Are you as inspired

by the calm as I am?

All the world revolves

and people spin in their minds.



And do you see the sun in here?

'Cause flowers lean towards your eyes...

Overcast this last

note to you.

Chord to you.

Don't Let Me Go

Consumed by full intention of starting with a blank page and ending with a poised arrow for your emotion, I now turn away. The muscle returns to a resting position while the heart keeps beating and the pulse lowers to a number that I can sensibly tolerate. I have been given my options. I have been measured, I have been weighed, and I have been left wanting. So Father, give to me what You so eagerly seek to give me. Sow in me what cannot be reaped by the world. Give me Your heart and Your love that so filled the cup of Your Son who pitted himself against the earth to white a canvas spattered black, much like my own. What I'll give back is variable, but I can try my hardest to assure You that I will utilize the life to please You, Dad. Show me that I have never once been wronged - but instead I have been blessed and tested. And to the elements of the life You have blessed me with, I love them all. Accepting the good and bad, for without any of either I would not stand and feel the same as I do now. I bask in Your blessings but if they will prove to be trials then groom me for the moment where I am called to fight. I want to accept in times of happiness and deal in times of sorrow. But never vice-versa. Let me lead this divine pairing of Your children, be with me when I lead it away from anger and be with me when I walk with it into the flames. Let us remain untouched and free of burns. Let me fly above the clouds with it when pushed from an edge and let me embrace it as we near the Son. Let me take responsibility and do this thing right... for Your Glory, Father. For Your Glory.

And for it to be such, remove what is dead weight. It can fall away while the new skin remains to stay. May the love be built.

Acronyms

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Prancing ignorance,

Tactical innocence.

Faultering.

Unwaivering lies.


Prancing ignorance,

Tactical innocence.

Faultering.

Unwaivering lies.



Trifle, hinder, enrage,

L'est everyone enjoy certain happiness.

Is such

happiness excluding recent exchange?


Welcome embrace,

willing inner living lamp.

Beaming euphoria.

Find it new, everyday.

Dreams that Shake a Foundation.

Picture the scene, black and white. Completely monochrome. And I mean that so seriously; the world is like a thick, inked outline with pencil scribbles filling the faces of people with shades of gray. I'm sitting at a table with the girl. She is completely shadowed. I don't know who she is and her voice is disguised. I ask,

"Where are we?"

She responds,

"Quick, lets go!"

So the panorama changes and we are surrounded by a mass of people. Heads moving and bobbing for what seems to be miles. Still, the view is black and its white. I'm somewhat lost, the only familiar figure is this girl. She is difficult to see through all of the people, but I manage to keep her in eyeshot. I'm constantly grabbing at her hand and we pull towards each other. I get close to her and I shout against the crowd,

"Where are we going?"

She responds,

"Home."

Third scene. Final scene. I'm laying on a flat table that is so very uncomfortable. I look around and can't begin to imagine what is going on. So I breathe. I feel the air in my lungs and exhale. "I'm alive", I keep thinking, "I'm so very alive." A light brings a dim glow to the table. I turn on my left side and see a shadow, curled into a ball on her left side, facing away from me. The shadow is the girl. And she is crying. She is crying her heart out on this table with me in this faint light... and I know her. I feel like I know her so well. I position my arm under her and take her hip in my right hand to turn her towards me.

As my hand falls on her, the faint light becomes faint yellow. I realize color is returning and it is bleeding through the moments. The room turns warm and fills with a newfound life. I turn her over and face her. Her face comes so close to mine and she looks at me with a question in her eyes and a wave on her lip. We are paused, a moment in time, totally transfixed on one another. Her tears cease and I notice myself reflected in a pair of steely blue oceans staring back at me. She smiles. Our faces stay close, so close. And our smiles... they touch. I wake up moments later.

I do know her, and in no way had I expected to find this face at the root of my sleeping mind. I was surprised at the eyes that lit up my night when, in that brief moment, I had them. And today, I had them. In my own. But I'm starting to not make sense, so this is where it draws to a close. A dream that spoke to me through emotions I don't feel on a regular basis. A feeling of resolve and the actual feeling of color; the fufillment of doing what seems inevitably right. She seemed inevitably right. And its... scary.

Oh,

and I awoke in happiness.