Ouchies.
Migraine.
After everything else...this is kind of hilarious in a "Ouch, please stop hurting." kind of way.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Sunday, July 22, 2012
"As the Ruins Fall" - C,S, Lewis
For several years now, I have read this poem on my birthday. Growing older has helped me realize the interconnectedness, our need for one another and ultimately our need for a God bigger than we could imagine.
Thank you all for joining me on this merry adventure, I look to many more years with you all.
-Matt
All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through:
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.
Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin:
I talk of love --a scholar's parrot may talk Greek--
But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.
Only that now you have taught me (but how late) my lack.
I see the chasm. And everything you are was making
My heart into a bridge by which I might get back
From exile, and grow man. And now the bridge is breaking.
For this I bless you as the ruin falls. The pains
You give me are more precious than all other gains.
"Anyone with half a brain
Could spend their whole life howling in pain
‘Cause the dark is everywhere
And Penny doesn’t seem to care
That soon the dark in me is all that will remain
Listen close to everybody’s heart
And hear that breaking sound
Hopes and dreams are shattering apart
And crashing to the ground
I cannot believe my eyes
How the world’s filled with filth and lies
But it’s plain to see
Evil inside of me is on the rise "
Could spend their whole life howling in pain
‘Cause the dark is everywhere
And Penny doesn’t seem to care
That soon the dark in me is all that will remain
Listen close to everybody’s heart
And hear that breaking sound
Hopes and dreams are shattering apart
And crashing to the ground
I cannot believe my eyes
How the world’s filled with filth and lies
But it’s plain to see
Evil inside of me is on the rise "
"
death, it doesn't scare me thinking that you're somewhere on your way
i can't go on pretending i might never see the day
it's not hard for me to picture but makes me feel out of place
i hope i'm not afraid when i see you face to face
to some you're like a prison when they've yet to taste freedom
and maybe you feel bitter because Jesus broke your kingdom
once you felt so powerful and power made you happy
but now you're like a ferry boat
now you're like a taxi
when i die whatever you might say, don't say i'm gone
gone is not the word for someone who finally found his way back home"
death, it doesn't scare me thinking that you're somewhere on your way
i can't go on pretending i might never see the day
it's not hard for me to picture but makes me feel out of place
i hope i'm not afraid when i see you face to face
to some you're like a prison when they've yet to taste freedom
and maybe you feel bitter because Jesus broke your kingdom
once you felt so powerful and power made you happy
but now you're like a ferry boat
now you're like a taxi
when i die whatever you might say, don't say i'm gone
gone is not the word for someone who finally found his way back home"
Broken Synapses
Another milestone,
the year out of the way
so why of all feelings
is a tightening like a millstone?
I want thing to work.
Words to rhyme.
Couplings to beings.
I'm tired and worn out that...I don't even know why.
the year out of the way
so why of all feelings
is a tightening like a millstone?
I want thing to work.
Words to rhyme.
Couplings to beings.
I'm tired and worn out that...I don't even know why.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
You Know...
It's amazing how alone, really is alone.
Trying to hope...
So sick with bronchitis, strep throat, diverticulosis, anxiety, depression.
I wonder why.
Why.
Why.
I wonder.
Such vivid loneliness.
Palatable.
Tangible.
Painful.
Aching in my soul,
coursing through my blood
and ripping through my mind.
Caring was the first mistake.
Dreaming was just losing perspective
and pretending,
merely pretending
there was more than it seemed.
Trying to hope...
So sick with bronchitis, strep throat, diverticulosis, anxiety, depression.
I wonder why.
Why.
Why.
I wonder.
Such vivid loneliness.
Palatable.
Tangible.
Painful.
Aching in my soul,
coursing through my blood
and ripping through my mind.
Caring was the first mistake.
Dreaming was just losing perspective
and pretending,
merely pretending
there was more than it seemed.
Labels:
bad poetry,
bronchitis,
depressed,
Depression,
diverticulosis,
Pain,
Sick,
strep throat,
Stupid Poetry
Quote of the Day:
"No girl who plays the role of a hero dates a guy who uses her. She knows who she is."
-Donald Miller
-Donald Miller
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Quote of the Day:
“Courage isn’t just a matter of not being frightened, you know. It’s being afraid and doing what you have to do anyway.”
-The Third Doctor
-The Third Doctor
Day One of Unemployment
Working on working on working on things!!!
Except them to be on:
www.lamecreation.com
https://twitter.com/LordSquishy
http://lordsquishy.tumblr.com/
Besides job hunting I'm trying to fill my hours with productivity in order to keep the Depression, Anxiety and Panic Attack monsters at bay!
Except them to be on:
www.lamecreation.com
https://twitter.com/LordSquishy
http://lordsquishy.tumblr.com/
Besides job hunting I'm trying to fill my hours with productivity in order to keep the Depression, Anxiety and Panic Attack monsters at bay!
Labels:
Champions Online,
fanfiction,
Lord Squishy,
tumblr,
twitter,
unemployed,
Words
Monday, July 9, 2012
Quote of the Day:
"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."
-Ferris Bueller
-Ferris Bueller
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
Psalm 91
"Those who live in the shelter of the Most High
will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
This I declare about the Lord:
He alone is my refuge, my place of safety;
he is my God, and I trust him."
-Psalm 91:1-2
Oh Father.
Abba.
I'm so tired, so weak.
I feel like I am close, oh so desperately close to making progress.
But what is my progress?
What is this life?
I want passion again.
The fire and conviction burning in my soul.
I miss You.
Desperately.
My choices...so scary, confusing.
I want to rest in the warmth of Your arms.
Hold me tight.
Be my Father.
Help me.
Please.
I need, need, need You.
Thank You.
Please wash away my shame, my dirt, my pain and all this discomfort and make me Yours.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Thank You...
will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
This I declare about the Lord:
He alone is my refuge, my place of safety;
he is my God, and I trust him."
-Psalm 91:1-2
Oh Father.
Abba.
I'm so tired, so weak.
I feel like I am close, oh so desperately close to making progress.
But what is my progress?
What is this life?
I want passion again.
The fire and conviction burning in my soul.
I miss You.
Desperately.
My choices...so scary, confusing.
I want to rest in the warmth of Your arms.
Hold me tight.
Be my Father.
Help me.
Please.
I need, need, need You.
Thank You.
Please wash away my shame, my dirt, my pain and all this discomfort and make me Yours.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Thank You...
Monday, June 25, 2012
"All alone, or in two's,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall."
Daily Residuals
Another day or two of trying to do the right thing.
Breathing deeply.
Pushing back against the night.
The demons and howls of violence,
creeping under the door
and into the mind.
'ing and 'ing
again and again.
It is a pity you do not pick up irony.
Otherwise the cafe might be full by now.
Breathing deeply.
Pushing back against the night.
The demons and howls of violence,
creeping under the door
and into the mind.
'ing and 'ing
again and again.
It is a pity you do not pick up irony.
Otherwise the cafe might be full by now.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Metaphor for the Evening
I think keeping a foot in the door while getting some fresh air may be in order.
Or even putting a door stop.
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