thanks for shared laughter.

“a cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.” - proverbs 17:22

my brother and sister-in-law were over at our house for dinner last night, and my sister-in-law mentioned a funny youtube video for me to watch. after eating, we ended up spending the rest of the evening just looking up silly videos and laughing together. my brother is about to finish up his first year of medical residency and my sister-in-law recently graduated from med school and is about to start residency in about three weeks. they’ve both been through some challenging times in the past few years and have many more challenges to come. but it’s nice to see them take a break from everything, spend time with family, be in the moment, and just laugh together for awhile. it seems like such a simple thing, but it goes to show how fun something can be when you’re sharing a good moment with people you love and are truly meant to be with.

thank You, Lord.

i’d mention those memories that meant so much to me, but you might not remember those moments.

so instead, i will smile at the thought of us making new memories if we were to meet once again.

emotions unable
to be put into words
are turned into harmonies
that play through my mind.

to have an orchestra
at your fingertips
is, indeed,
a blessing sublime.

i hurt a heart today. i really shouldn’t have.

and apparently writing poetry is what i do instead of turning tables over in rage.

i wrote this poem for two audiences:
the one whom i like, and the ones whom i have hurt.

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the siren.

real girls play with pianos,
not with other boys’ hearts.
can’t choose-then-drop every boy
like groceries into shopping carts.

her playful laughter, her pretty smile.
he sits and hears her sing for awhile.
in vain, he thinks they’re meant to be.
the siren wrecks the ship at sea.

her heart’s not ready, but still she plays
with silver tongue and fragile grace.
words of wisdom, golden voice.
she makes sure she is his top choice.

but draw him closer, then he’ll see
she wants a different fantasy:
she longs for someone far away,
one who may never feel the same way.

so, she moves on though she isn’t ready,
her intentions anything but steady.
fights her feelings, laughs with boys.
begins to feel like she’s playing with toys.

her lonely heart is torn apart
by boys who fail to woo her heart.
she smiles and laughs and speaks and sings,
but in her heart, it only stings.

she only likes one person, you know.
but she acts like she’s free, and she puts on a show
because there’s nothing anyone can do about it.
her heart beats black and blue about it.

to the man whom she likes, please move far up north.
if she wants you to stay, please ignore and go forth.
break your promise already, forget about her.
just tell her straight out that you’ll never love her.

she’s playing with hearts
because she can’t love you.
and you’re doing nothing
because there’s nothing you can do.

…except pray.
please pray.

(Source: cnsleeper)