Poetry: Feelings

You can never stop loving someone, you know. You learn to deal with it differently over time but the feelings remain.
Just as you can never stop missing and grieving a lost loved one. But after time, their memory no longer brings tears to your eyes.
My feelings are unchanging and always will be.
So, honey…
Don’t you ever say that you stopped loving me.

Poetry: Right

The right person at the wrong time is still the wrong person and it can only destroy the two of you if you come together is probably the stupidest thing I have ever heard. There are no perfect moments in life where things are just right to make a change. There’s only this, there’s only now. Either you step up or you don’t but don’t blame your failure on timing when time is what you make of it. It’s about sacrifice– particularly self-sacrifice. So don’t give me the whole ‘we were moving in different directions’ spill when we all know that it was a lack of effort that lead you thus. Don’t blame your actions, your choices, your decisions on timing. Time doesn’t care enough to pursue your life.

Poetry: Exacerbated

You think we’re friends because I have a few pictures of you and you brought me my rover… or abandoned it at my doorstep? (Not really sure honestly but I love the little guy) Sorry, Earth… but that doesn’t count as a visit and I’m tired of you stealing my rocks. I’m not fond of being romanticized and the fact that you can’t see that I’ve lived through your present and have understanding of your situation is beyond aggrevating. Not to mention, every year I hear your false promises that you’ll come up and see me. Well, I’ve been waiting. It’s been years. I think I’ll hang out with Venus instead.

I’ve lost my ozone by my own stupid choices, I’m not about to let you worsen my life for me too. I’ve seen the way you treat your own moon. (Phobos and Deimos do not approve) You are a cruel mistress to the bodies closest you and I’m not going to let myself get drawn into a closer orbit when I can see what awaits those that do. You’re so narcissistic that you won’t ever notice that it’s me, Mars, that doesn’t like you. You’re the younger version of me that got spoiled early on and now lives corrupted.

Poetry: Young Love

I don’t think I remember the day that we met nor the moment that I fell in love with you. But I remember the early days of being in love with you and how much I craved your attention which you so readily gave to me. We would hold long conversations and never get along and it would make my heart spin in excitement knowing that you desired to hear my words, as contrary to yours they may have been. I remember how shy you were to reach out and touch me but how desperately you wished to… and I’ll never forget the nervousness I felt the first time your hand rested upon my thigh all those years ago.

I speak to you now and we’re no longer young nor shy about our embraces. (But we were hardly shy then once we began) Yet, there is a spring time in our romance that most loves our age no longer possess. I abandon reason and my life for your love and I trust it all to you.

I promise you dear this one thing only. As long as you keep on loving me as only you can, I’ll make you the happiest man alive and through this happiness created, the most wealthy.

Feelings

1. Figure out what you’re feeling. So many problems occur in life because people don’t stop to think and evaluate their true feelings. There is a reason you’re acting the way that you are and you need to straighten out what you’re scared of.

2. Girls are way more in tune with their feelings than guys are. It’s a biological brain thing (frankly no one’s interested in a biology lecture) and it starts very young. As such, girls are responsible for telling the boys in their life how they feel and the boys are responsible for deciding how to act based on this information. Sometimes a boy needs this wake up call to understand how he feels.

3. Girls, let boys pursue you. Let them play the role of gentlemen and accept their actions with grace and gratitude. Do not expect nice treatment but do not turn it away if offered. Everyone expresses their feelings differently. Do not be so cold-hearted or selfish that you have to be loved a certain way.

4. You do not get to be jealous or hold resentment towards someone for not loving you– ESPECIALLY if you never directly told them how you feel. Feelings are never owed.

5. Feelings may be emotionally based but they need a root in reality to thrive. A person’s background, actions, beliefs, and goals have an impact on your longevity as a couple and cannot be ignored. The initial spark of a relationship does not last forever and you need something to connect you together again once the kids have moved out and you’re alone in a large house with just each other to console.

Poetry: You Think

Do you think you’re being funny when you insult me?
Do you think you’re being funny with that childish behavior that no one appreciates?
Do you think you’re being funny using sexist rhetoric and putting everyone around you down?
Do you think you’re being funny highlighting your superiority complex?

Sarcasm isn’t funny.
Insults aren’t funny.
Generalizations never will be funny.
Inflated egos are pitiful.

I feel you believe that if two people are close that they can rag on each other.
If you were close to me you’d know that I never appreciate that.
Then again, you know very little about me.
Our friendship is a one-way street towards you.

I wonder if you understand the impact you have on others.
It’s gotten to the point that I empathize with your enemies.
The people you leave behind you leave wounded.
Sometimes I question how you’ll leave me and I hope that I leave you.

This is what I think.
What is it that you think?

Poetry: Easter

You dress in pastel and laugh and dance and eat an abundance of chocolate and fatty sweets, socializing and decorating and gathering together to spread your joy among the group of people that you care about, saying that it’s all in celebration and love of the Lord.

Did he really die and suffer so, bearing the weight of the atrocity of our sins, opening the entrance to heaven to us unworthy so that we could decorate eggs, eat chocolate rabbits, and find an excuse to hang out with the people we love? It sounds weak.

I don’t know what, but we’re missing something. The weight and urgency of the action falls short of our ears and we let ourselves party instead. Is our happiness really so important to us that we let ourselves believe that his sacrifice was so we could find a reason to smile in our artificial reality? It concerns me that so little can make us believe that we’re living out our discipleship correctly. There must be a better way than this. Than pretending today is just another day. Than hearing a sermon that pumps us up but yields zero action the rest of the day.

We are an Easter people. Tell me. How are we living differently?