Some English Thing..

So we had to write this pros in english class one year using the format of some dead writer. enjoy.

I’m going out to run in the rain;

I’ll only stop to wait for you

(and hold your hand, if I may):

I sha’n't be gone long- you come too.

-Midnight

God Knows All Hearts

To whom it may concern:

One’s realization of their heart’s true desire is a miracle that only God can reveal.

So.. I don’t know about you, but I think that the deciphering of my innermost desires has been the hardest process in my life. Honestly, why am I so frustrating? Is it because I analyze every single thing that comes to my mind? Am I nit-picking myself apart? God knows all desires of my heart. I think that it’s hightime that He writes a blog that tells all for me. Spiritually speaking.. I can be a bit slow.. as in: God will teach and teach, but it will take a lifetime for me to understand HIS logic and reasoning.

-Midnight

A Raging Tiger Found, Blossom Rose and Resound

Read my heart like an open journal, I make myself vulnerable to you.

Reveal to me my darkest secrets, but don’t leave out the burning passion that consumes.

Remove all doubts within my soul. i refuse to live my middle name.

A perfect fit, a balanced harmony, I feel that love inconsistently.

I feel enough to not let go, or am I a cruel villain to no set beauty free?

Calm the whirlwind to a breeze and I will take off my coat.

I will allow my skin conference and study with the sun.

The gentle touch of its rays will warm that river of flesh exceedingly.

Know him like no other and understand his ways.

Teach him your’s, and bind to you his heart forever.

If not known to every vessel, he cannot belong to thee.

Throw a rock at that window pane, let a house cat romp.

If a rose’s beauty is not beheld and if its scent neglected to waste,

then it will remain a sight to a free tiger, and that cat will soon be gone away.

Know a raging tiger’s inner soul,

a puring kitten of possibility.

Study and commit to memory its every move.

Set an ivory tower to its glistening teeth, and life will not be found wanted.

As quietly it stalks, so quietly it never appeared.

 Know that raging fury and meet it at its retreat.

Destroy all logic, change all norms.

Open a gate and cure my chain.

 Crimson rose blossom,

cast away dead leaves.

Understand all secrecy.

That cat is a cat,

Not a Puzzle Piece.

-Midnight