A Poem By SURPRISINGPERSON // 4/2/2018

Grey mists,
Swirling round,
Hiding horrors,
Disguising fears.

Bright lights,
Gay colors,
Highlighting joys
And showing wonders.

Many shades of
Washed-out blue,
Dark and chilling,
Unveiling a thousand


My dreams are often like

My dreams are often like this, too. Great imagery!

Damaris Ann | Tue, 05/29/2018

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

I loved it. I eagerly read

I loved it. I eagerly read through, each line pulling me on to read the next. And then, you ended with regret. I was surprised, and a bit shocked, but when I read your note, I understood; although the rest of it was so beautiful, I didn't want to end with regretfulness. It was wonderful, though!

Libby | Thu, 05/31/2018

“The gospel alone is the power of God unto salvation.
Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!" -- John Piper