Distant Chord

My heart skips a beat. Why?

It feels like butterflies in my stomach, fluttering its flaps.

My day seems to shine, as bright as diamonds in the skies.

I see sparks shooting in the horizons.

Then, a distant chord is hit,

Sounding like a chord of dismay

Echoing within my body like music resonating as it plays.

I begin to shrink and wither away like leaves do in winter,

while my heart aches inside in the still silence of the night.

Wondering why I feel this way deeply about someone I hardly know.

Rather, someone I just watch from a far and admire for all he does.

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©SheJoy19

Book of Life

Picking up the lost pieces of the puzzle.
Putting bits together to form the picture.
Wondering what tomorrow holds for a future untold.

Trying not to lose hope in dreams,
set in stone for the many years to come.
Waiting in vain, in what seems like a time that never seem to arrive.

Sitting still on a chair becomes harder to accomplish,
with nothing to bury the brains at the break of dawn.

Seeking ways to reroute a dream that seem to fail.
Hiding bits of silence away from the world.
Fearing judgement like the end is near,
that failing is all that's said and done in the journey.

Succumbing in silence with endless words,
filling the empty cup to creativity.
Producing a piece of writing.
Adding to another chapter,
in the Book of Life.

In God's Time

Sitting on the sofa

Watching the rain 

Falling onto the ground

Gazing out into the sky

Thinking deeply of the Bible verses

Brought forth to my senses.

A sudden drop of tear 

begins to fall on my cheeks.

I slowly begin to break internally

Of the turmoils my life have seen daily.

The tears slowly began to fall

and I slowly began to fall too.

Feeling lost and alone in silence,

I felt like a stranger with no place to go.

Suddenly, I heard a voice inside my head.

Like a person speaking softly wishing to be heard.

It kept repeating itself with its words

and I began to ponder it deeply inside my head. 

Over and over the voice kept coming back,

I with frustrations wished to find its meaning

from the deepness of my soul.

Only to decode a part of the message 

Leaving the rest to be decoded in God's time.

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©SHEJOY19

Heavenly Gates

I felt your presence,

as I sat on my chair.

Was it my imagination?

I felt a sudden cold air

blow above my hair.

It was a brief visit.

But I knew you bid me farewell

that quick moment.

I gazed into the ceiling,

for I knew you were watching me.

As the angels of the choir sang,

rejoicing your entrance into the heavenly gates.

©SHEJOY19 

Credit: my relative via his instagram

Broken

Broken pieces of glass

like pieces of puzzles

left unsolved 

scattered among the floors

of an empty house.

History recalls, 

What once was there,

two girls bonded like sisters

who shared secrets

like a whisper within the winds.

Shared among other angels 

playing along their harps

with the sweet joyous

laughter filling the house.

Lighting it up like lanterns

adorned in the windows 

signifying many won battles

from the past. 

Building memories to cherish 

and forgetting the struggles

life puts in one's plates 

and creating pieces to complete 

the missing pieces of a puzzle. 

Until the silence is broken

In the stillness of the night

And the two girls are broken apart

like a glass dropped 

onto the floor creating

many unbroken pieces of another puzzle.