The Mosaicist

broken in a million pieces

disperse all colors within

redesign this worn structure

polish me with my sin

 

take this dirty rag of filth

scrub me til i shine

traceless, hints of old self

none for you to find

 

can i see with new eyes

blinded to faded shades

crush this shell of old skin

rebuild for better days

 

days with you...

i’ll look to you, gaze, and never stop

-khristen

please breathe

When timing is perfect and promises are kept

when family tries and maybe fails but tries at best

when friends keep strong through silent tests

and you yourself get lost in all the mess.

 

When chaos is comfortable and structure abnorm

when peace is what causes the storms

when simplicity is a lost art form

and when individualism is misinformed.

 

When will you breathe fresh again...

Dreams hidden in your bottle will always drown.

Again and again.... come up and breathe....

When you are drowning there is no weight upon you..

you are as light as a feather, but drown you will indeed..

it's time to BREATHE, 

 please BREATHE!

i need you here with me.

 Breathe! Wake up!

 before you forget how...  

-khristen

yellow poem

Packaged pretty just for you

Simplicity given completely thought through

Arranged with bright colors to attract your eyes

Delivered in love contradicting demise.

Friendship sweet always blooms bright

Truth spoken always seems right

................silence..................

LIFE CRIES OUT LOUDER NOW..... 

Endurance. Patience. Kindness. Envying nothing.

Muting every boast. Arrogance extinct. 

Rudeness obsolete. Self-seeking can never compete.... 

with......................

His will for you.

His plan.

His way.

His life 

His time

His LOVE......................

Is not provoked. Does not keep an account of wrong suffered.

Never celebrating separation from Him. Rejoicing with truth.

able to BEAR all things...

able to BELIEVE HIS will for all things...

able to HOPE without fading no matter the circumstance...

able to ENDURE ANYTHING without weakening... 

....................HIS love never fails........

Pretty packages fade away.

but one gift will always remain.

The gift of love that gives.

Nothing can take away.

It’s SEALED on the heart.

The memory of the MOMENT the action took place.

 give. love. share

smile. converse. laugh.

smile bigger now. converse longer now. please laugh harder now.

this cannot be CONTAINED, CONTROLLED, or CAPTURED.

RELENTLESSLY PURSUING...

always giving

No power is greater than His love.

No power is stronger than His love.

No power is larger than His love.

No power can over take you like His love.

No power can dismantle you like His love.

No power can surround you like His love.

No power can compare to His love.

Music you see.

Fragrances having sound.

Colors eaten exploding with taste.

Memories with scents.

TANGIBLE LOVE. 

HIS WORD SAYS THAT HE SINGS OVER US AS WE SLEEP.

i wonder what that taste like..........

i wonder what His song looks like.......

i wonder what His words feel like when they bounce off my ear...

I wonder what the fragrance of His melody is....

i wonder what His glory sounds like? 

thankyouforYOURgift...

-khristen

residue of self

Empty Words hidden purpose

rolls off your lips like sweet truth

full expression momentary feelings mistaken for love

I’m through with unnecessary dancing

Though kindness leads us to repentance

over your agendas you prostituting your smile

prostituting your personality prostituting your talents 

friendship is your transportation for freedom

family is the place that keeps your dreams

time is always extended in your world

it’s never limited and is as much as you want

No responsibilities No expectations

No longer obligated to care

The challenge diminished

To conquer depleted

Lost in the moment of being needed

Lifeless I lay there as you touch my being

Whatever you can get

However long it takes

Price paid with words have no consequence

Tangled in cycles that no longer fill your voids.

Resistant to transformation beyond your manipulation

Self-centeredness is your blanket

blue and gray worn and cold

You clench it’s corner begging to be comforted

Scared to love

Afraid to care

Fear of pain

Rejection haunts you in your dreams

Tragedy plays over in your head

Sonnets of pain sing loud to your heart

Your heart defines your desires

Your mind allows definition

Your spirit longs for reality

in your world.

Your soul trembles with thoughts of separation.

Fear of no purpose of being alone.

-khristen