this little light of mine ...

Walk the talk. Or at least start standing for the things you once claimed you stood for. We all need to stop pretending. You could make such a difference if you just stepped out. One day you'll look back and see every moment that wasn't spent living out your faith or speaking about the faith you have, and you'll realise that every one of these moments was a wasted one. People wont always carry with them the memories of the moments you shared, but if you share your faith, they'll carry the life changes it brings for the rest of their lives. Your life is a burning candle and it's melting away. It's brief, and unless you use your life to shine light on truth, it was all for not. So stop hiding what you have for fear of losing what you one day will, and start taking a stand. You can change your world.

good bye .

It's here again. We run through these halls and out these doors. Except this time it's a little bit different. We don't run as quickly as the times before. For some of us it's the last time we'll ever set foot in these halls. If we do ever set foot here again it will be as new people, and for the most part, better people. We will have finally pealed off the stereotypes that kept us apart, and the drama that broke us apart. We will finally be real people. People who understand that there is more to life than fast food, practices, part-time jobs, Friday nights, and what lies behind those doors. New people, new thoughts, new everything. Part of me says that I will miss everyone that leaves, but another part of me says I will enjoy them all a little bit more when they return. I hope they realise that just because every night of the week can turn into a Friday night, doesn't mean every night of the week should. There is more to life then trying to escape it. There is more to life than pleasing yourself. I hope they see that. I hope that being in the world opens their eyes to the realities of this world. I hope that they seek to change the world for the better, and succeed. I hope they know that this is the last time they run, and I hope that as they look back one last time, they are happy with all the days they walked these halls.

Love you guys <3

dusty yellow diamonds .

old dusty diamonds ... we reinvent.
red water leaks, rusted pipes are spent.
here and there, then gone again .
the thoughts of middle beginning the end.
if its those bars that trap you,
let loose, and lose a friend .
you gain much more,
there's no pretend.
but the piece you lost will never be returned.
the songs you sing, and those green bridges you burned.
the process is difficult, with the targets fighting stance,
but with pain comes perfect slates,
and soft finished floors for feet to dance.
rocking chairs, and change for good,
escape these yellow bars, and rain gray wood.