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The Canvas by Zanatothemax, literature
Literature
The Canvas
Those obsessed with happiness are often running from sadness. For those that know sadness, happiness dear God they so miss. As those who speak only feign knowledge, those who listen truly earn it. As those who’ve lost have learned and those who’ve to lose will surely learn it. Upon each blank canvas could be your greatest creation waiting to become. A blank page is a conversation with your favourite person that you’re just bursting to start. He who so loves us truly desires we overcome, We with the canvas and sadness in our heart.
Pathfinder by Zanatothemax, literature
Literature
Pathfinder
If the weight of sin weighs down my shoulders. So, I can no longer stand up tall. Should I ever need reminding of the light that’s there for all. Let me drop to my knees and put hand to hand, to Jesus let me call. Let Him answer then and share his glory, once more let me stand up tall. He grants me strength and courage until I have nothing left to fear but Him. And to love and to fear Him keeps me safe from sin. When even in darkness I sing His praise, When drowning I trust Him to call back the waves. And when the path is not clear I shall scream out His name. Follow His hand as he places His in mine, Through darkness we’ll walk and through water we’ll swim. All my heart belongs forever to Him.
Lost by Zanatothemax, literature
Literature
Lost
Why do I feel this way? A question we all ask ourselves at times. When we are content, we ask it less. When we are troubled, we ask it of others. But sometimes we shroud the question in rhythms and rhymes, Because sometimes we’re scared to ask it of our sisters and brothers. Why do I feel this way? The question hidden within is ‘Do others feel the same?’ In this state of mind is it normal to be? The question hidden within is ‘Is there something wrong with me?’ Perhaps we all wish for something to be wrong, That we might ignore the root cause which is complex and frightening. Would we be anxious if it were not for such fear? Would we be upset if the answers were always near? Why do I feel this way? We ask this only when in turmoil. And so we associate this turmoil with the asking of the question. Then it becomes difficult to answer and we simmer then boil. We must instead accept that the question is positive and keep searching for an answer. If we stop asking, stop searching, only
Hold The Line by Zanatothemax, literature
Literature
Hold The Line
One attaches great meaning to a simple phrase and it’s rather exquisite, I love you, spoken truly, is a sentiment of deep connection and trust, Our comprehension is limited but the meaning is infinite. Help me is a plea that can penetrate to the core of what it is to be human, For we all feel pain, we all need reassurance, and we all can be humane. What of when we must help ourselves and the burden feels ours alone to carry? And for the protection of those we love our own needs become secondary. We’ve artwork of all forms available, waiting for us to visit. But any more than temporary relief is out of art’s remit. So will we give in to the pressure, or accept we can move forward? Will we stand once more rebellious against our demons again? And again. And again. Our mind is a line and we move forward or backward. Such a thin line it is between the light and the dark, between pain and freedom from it. A line that must never break, A line upon which we will endlessly move, and though
