Still Nothing

I Pray, I Try, Still Nothing
I Try to Trust, To Have Faith, Still Nothing

Why will You not allow me peace
Why are You leaving me in this Darkness
This Abyss with no hope

I do not understand

I do not want to doubt
But it boils up from inside of me
It burns and drowns my light spirit
And my happiness

What do you want from me?

Haven’t I Cried to you?
Cried on my knees,
Wept as a Child.

Still Nothing...

Tired and Disjointed

Tired and Disjointed

I am tired of feeling confused
Tired of not letting go
I am tired of moving
Tired of my mind
My spirit going back and forth
Grasping on to things
Doubting myself
Cycling down into that dark hole
I am tired of feeling weak
Though I try to find strength in Christ

I am tired of those friends
The ones who seemed so close
The ones you feel you needed
But for some reason
They decided to let you go

I wish people would mean what they say
And say what they mean
And not be so fickle in life

I am tired of those who say faith is easy
Who act like it is not tough and hard
Who believe serving God
Is about showers of money
And if you have faith
You and your relatives
And friends will see no harm in life

I am tired of being labeled inferior
Because I am young and inexperienced
But even more tired of being labeled something else
Because being labeled single in the church
Means I am unmarried and sadly have no one else

I am tired of feeling like…
I am unaccepted
When I am just being me
Tired of feeling like…
I must conform to some image
The ones others perceive of
Man, Mate, Christian, Minister...
I promise God is still working on me

I am tired of being tired
Tired of being confused
By life, by friends, by family
Even by the potential prospect of love
All seemingly raining down at once on cue

And I sometimes get tired of writing
And of speaking about all of this
If it produces no tangible results

I wish home was one place
A place all my friends would be
My family close nearby
And no one would ever have to leave

I am tired of being confused by life
I wish it would make some sense
But I suppose that is where faith collides
And I suppose that is where we grow
Traveling this journey onward
Until we find and make it to
That place called home...

May the Spirit of God wash over me
May he comfort and make me new
May be grant me a sense of serenity
May new growth come from the storm
New life spring up from the dew

May I never forget this time
of confusion and of growth
May I keep my mind of Christ
And be focused and hold Him close

May I cry to him
In the depths of the night
when I doubt and when it is dark
And then Will I ever praise Him
As the Sun shines bright
When I find that time of comfort and hope.

~ Daniel

Past-Forward

To my Past Ties,
Perhaps Helping Me Toward my Future Potentials...

I sit here and look at your picture, saddened by my loss… but you have not died, you are still near but so very far away. For a brief while I knew you, I saw into the depths of your soul for only a brief moment and then it was gone, wiped out, I was turned away...

You said there was nothing romantic about me, nothing that draws your attention to me, yet we were drawn close enough to be good friends, maybe too close, too close too soon. Should I have played your game? Should I have hidden my feelings, buried them deep inside, pretended only to be friends, that I never desired any more. Where would we be now if I had; still friends, still close, would I have had a better chance if I hadn’t begin to let my passion for more get the best of me?

I was never suave, never charismatic, but never more or less than myself. I tried to give what I could in the beginning, but not knowing how you felt stabbed me like a cold knife, keeping me from expressing my affection in ways I would have rather done, instead of leaving your hand cold, maybe leaving your heart not beating as fast as I could have made it go.

Friends Friends Friends, every female always wants to be friends, or so they claim... but time always tells the truth, time does not lie, the actions of a person always tells their true intention or at least tells their fears.

I never wished not to be friends. I never wished for things to be awkward or complicated. I never wanted things to be the way they are - I just wanted to know if there was a possibility, if there was some interest, some mutual affection, and some possible reciprocity of my feelings.

Now all I feel is an inner coldness. I tried being friends; I tried putting myself out there but found myself hearing the echoes of my own voice, with no return of words. I wrote messages but they come back void and empty. Sometimes I text-ed but received the answer of busy to all my wanderings. Why did I feel I must try so hard? Would I try harder if you were just another friend? Is not that what we were supposed to be? Is the stress worth it? Did my emotions and my feelings matter? Or as the guy am I supposed to not care, just letting my friendship drop because life made things difficult.

I cannot do it anymore. I have tried. Sometimes I still want to try. I do not regret the short time we spent together hanging out, laughing at life, at stupid movies, and those conversations we had with one another into the night and over the phone. But it is all gone now, it is all in the past, now only a memory... and the days that go by and we talk less and less, if at all, I find those memories fading fast, just like my feelings have been doing for a long time.

Sometimes the only way to get over the past is to let it go maybe, to ignore it ever happened, maybe to pass it off as a fling, a mistake, something that did not really ever matter at all. Maybe if I lie to myself and pretend it did not hurt, pretend I did not feel severed from some emotional tie I had to you, maybe pretend we were never even friends. Maybe that is what it comes down to, for the sake of my own healing. Should it be? Pretend I never knew you that way?

Oh, letting go, not just of those passionate feelings I had but being forced to let go of you as a friend. It feels like something I must do, something I have to do, if not for your sanity every time I called or messaged you, for my own sanity as well. Why do things have to turn out this way? Why can't people just find joy in another person? Why can't we ever seem to get past the pain or rejection or awkwardness? You may have said you were busy before, but I was busy trying to be your friend, trying to hold on to something, something that maybe no longer existed, something that was only a happy social facade so we would not have to feel bad, so we wouldn’t have to explain it to anyone or even ourselves.

Maybe we tried but it was inevitable, maybe it was fate. While I still hold you in my heart, pressing your number, sending that message is just too painful now... I feel somehow even when answered it is unwanted or unexpected, there does not seem any joy left. But through all the pain and confusion, I will never forget our short time together. I will never forget who you are and I will be ever vigilant to keep you in my prayers, even if we never pass each other again, never finding a way to really become friends.

~ Daniel

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Hello Beautiful

Hello Beautiful,

I have never met you... and if I have, I have no idea as of yet. You are on the fringes of my thoughts throughout my day at times, but definitely on the fringes of my life. I pray for you from time to time, someone I do not even know yet, someone I wonder if I will ever meet. I see you sometimes in my strength and other times in my weakness. When I see couples happily together the thought of you crosses my mind. I should be pessimistic by now, and sometimes I am; however, I look forward to meeting you someday, someday in the future, near or far, when we finally cross paths someway-someday.

I continually lay down all my preconceived notions, knowing that preconceived notions hinder our growth and place limits on possibilities, on the way things could go. Some people do not believe in meeting that one person, they think it is a random occurrence, a demographic probability that somehow sways into the positive direction at some point in life. I do not see love being put into an equation but I do see love as something that has a living, breathing passion, formed by the actions of two becoming eventually one.

I sit and ponder what it would be like in the darkness of night or the early rays of the morning to have another person beside me, not just physically but emotionally and spiritually. I wonder what it would be like to be connected to another individual for the rest of my life, married to someone. That someone is you... whoever you are. I continue to pray, confident that God will place you in my life and I in yours in some manner and some time. Maybe it is a romantic idea, one that seems based off movies or books. I have no qualms about the possibility of it being something grand and great but also real and down-to-earth.

If you knew how long I wanted someone to be myself with, to open up my tears and my dorky idiosyncrasies. Someone I can be playful and serious with, someone who I could challenge and who could challenge me back on multiple levels. To be accepted for who I am and accept another, with all their beauty and with all their flaws, to find perfection and commitment in that between the two of us.

So, I pray for you... I wait for you still, for while I have this hidden and chained passion only waiting to be let loose, I must always first keep my focus on Christ, on glorifying Him most in my life... and I only hope and pray you are doing the same.

Until Then,
~ Daniel