A Poem By Vash

[Zilch]

Author pemits use of poems, but asks for writing credit.-Aaron Waite

Fly

I say hello to the ceiling again
It's been so long...
When did I last call you my Friend?
Let alone my Father?
Can you really hear me
When I yell?
When my cries echo back at me?
Will you listen when I'm angry?

Are you there, somewhere above
These rafters that keep me
From flying to you
From flying into your arms
I feel so alone...
Could you reach down
And at least let me know you care?

I speak softly to the sky so blue
When was it that
I last looked in awe at your creation
Instead of asking
Why is there pain
In this life?
When will I feel at peace again?
When will these shackles break?

Are you there, somewhere above
These rafters that keep me
From flying to you
From flying into your arms
Could you reach down
And at least let me know you care?

The roof is deaf
The sky is bleak
But I know the One above this earth
And He cares
And He cries
With me

Are you there, somewhere above
These rafters that keep me
From flying to you
From flying into your arms
Could you reach down
And at least let me know you care?

But you're still faithful
As you see where the road takes me,
And you smile
Knowing it's worth it
Even if I don't...

[Icarus]

Nice poem.

[Hitokiri]

very cool

[Haibane Shadsie]

Looks like it could be a song!

[Zilch]

Looks like it could be a song!

Actually, I might use it for that when me 'n' Niko start our band. I need to get a bass first, though.

[Reverie]

Very nice poem.

[true_noir_chloe]

Nice. ^_^ It does sound like a song.

[Kenchii]

Great poem! Keep up the good work, can't wait to read more.

[Zilch]

Got some more song-poems...

Inside These Eyes

Can you see the pain
Past my sympathetic eyes?
If you could look closer
You might see what's inside
But I can't let you in there
No one can go there
I can't let you see there

Chaos
Disorder
Never will you see
This side of me

Can you feel confusion
In my writings on a page?
Although outside, I'm still young
Inside, I've seemed to age
But I can't let you in there
No one can go there
I can't let you see there

This is the door I slam in your face
This is the door that hides my disgrace
This is why my eyes are laced
In pain

Hide(obviously written when I was extremely depressed)

Trying vainly to put my thoughts
Into words to tell you
How much pain I feel inside
And how shortly it grew
Into a cancer racking my soul
In horrible convulsions
Caused by the hatred of my skin
Recoiling in utter revoltion
I don't remember this being me
When did I last feel You?
When did I start this falseness,
And then ceased to be true?
My knees buckle under the weight
I can't take living this lie
I stare at the knife I hold in my hand
And wonder if release is to die
I can't tell them, because they
Will only downplay my pain
No one takes me seriously anymore
Blood stains where I have lain
I run because I can't look back
Covering my head in shame
So many things now haunt me
They wonder why my soul is maimed
They don't see me
They see the shell
How do I escape
This hell before hell?

[Kenchii]

Great poems, I personally loved the last one. You are very talented..

[Zilch]

I appreciate the compliment, but I think you have the more creative skill of us two. Your ideas and viewpoints are a bit fresher, and come from more interesting angles, esp. Billy. Loved that one.

[churchgirl111]

oooo...love the last poem!!
yes written in despair...but shows the depth of human soul...
reminds me of David..some of his greatest psalms were cry's to God

[Zilch]

Here's one of my latest...

Despite Beginnings

It's not your fault
That since last night
Because of a sin
You carry a life
But just because he has sinned
You have no right to kill within
She breathes and lives
A beautiful start
Within eight weeks
You'll hear her heart
No matter how shameful she did begin
You have no right to kill within
A seperate life
Depends on you
Someone will love her
Just follow through
And as unjust as it may have been
You have no right to kill within
Your indecision
Inside will grow
When you have seen
Tiny fingers and toes
Above all of the pro-choice din
You have no right to kill within
Even though her life began with sin
You have no right to kill within

These next ones I wrote about a girl that came to our school from NYC(TO MAINE!?!?!), escaping her past. She had it pretty rough, so I wrote these two for her.

Transparent

I see your shell
I feel your pain
You're all alone
Are you to blame?
You did nothing to deserve
The burden you carry
Although you seem to think that
That smile you wear
Is just a front
I see through you

It's not your fault
I want you to know
What doesn't kill you
Helps you to grow
It's only a time
And when it's through
His heart's desire
He'll show to you
Let go of your load
He'll carry you

Fight of Your Life

Everyday a battle
Locked inside your mind
You take no help from no one
You're a fighter 'til you die
A victim of your beginnings
Hit the ground and run
Living life on the edge
Down the barrel of a gun
You made the wall around you
For that, I can't you blame
I know why you cry at night
As the pain inside you flames
Another power in your head
For the good and for the right
And for the first time ever
You now know why you fight
You fight against yourself
Against the anger and the strife
You send your pain below
And keep on fighting for your life
How long will this batttle last?
Don't ask me, I can't tell
But I always stand next to you
As you fight against your hell

[churchgirl111]

i love the poems..i could attribute the last two for a few people i know...
you portray the poems very well...i am able to go inside the person's head...very poignant..love it and great message

[Zilch]

(bows) Milady(assuming thou art of the female gender), I thank thee for thine kind words bestowed upon thine humble servant.

[Zilch]

One of my best(in my opinion, which ain't worth much)

Prolix

Are you saved from hell?
Washed in the Blood?
Pre-trib, post-trib, mid-trib?
Was Job before the Flood?
Baptist, Methodist?
Seventh Day or Catholism?
Penecostal, Lutherian
Can't use any euphanisms?
We chase around theologies
Never to agreement
Congregational psychology
Don't use the New Testment!
Hardcore is of the devil
Singing only hymns
Arguing fellow clergymen
On the existence of cherabim
When we focus purely
On the trifles of Christianity
What you believe must be wrong
According to the Millenial theory
We forget the unsaved people
As we squabble and debate
We've ignored our entire mission
Hopefully, it's not too late...
One day's a thousand years
A thousands years, a day
We forget matters black and white
And focus on the gray
And all the lands were one?
That's no the point, you see
Stop discussing The Screwtape Letters
Stop your animosity!
If you think the way to Christ
Is proving your doctrine
We're all the same, saved by grace
Delivered from our sin
So, when you're done debating
Armies, camels, Babylonia
Will you surmise a cure
For denominationalphobia?

[churchgirl111]

yes, female good sir knight of God!

I love the last one and is very true in many of the churches today...actually gave me some ideas for a poem Arigato!!

Sounds alot like a rap song...and has very true and very great message!
Keep on a writin'!!!
BANANA don't ask heheehmwhahahaha

[Zilch]

I added some lines to "Prolix". Whattya think?

[true_noir_chloe]

Whoo hoo, I like your stuff! Most of those would be great lyrics. I liked your additions to "Prolix" too. I find it hard to believe you're 15. Great stuff, Aaron Waite. You have the perfect name for a singer/songwriter, too. ^_^ I love to come on here and read good stuff, with great meanings. *thumbs way up!*

[Saint Kevin]

Wow aaron, I agree with Chloe that's some dynamite stuff at 15. Makes me wish I would have started poetry earlier, when the feelings were always more intense. Go figure, adolescence. Stay humble, and keep rhyming, those were especially inspiring, in particular to me was Despite Beginnings. You have a gift. Praise God.

[Zilch]

Just for clarification, you can quote, use, and or parody my poems/songs, just give me original writing credits.-Aaron Waite

Thank you for your encouragement. It means a lot to me. God has given me a gift, and I pray I use it only for his glory. I'll be gone for a week or so, so here's one last one to tie you over. This is the only worship song I've written, but probably not the last.

Move

You move in our lives
You move in our hearts
Come to this place
And fill us once again
We're hungry for Your truth
We're thirsting for Your love
Satisfy our soul's desire
Fill us with Your power

As we worship
We are on our knees
Perfectly safe inside your arms
As we worship
We raise our hands
Be beside us now
As we worship

Peace out, and rock on!

[Zilch]

Okay...ANOTHER last one...as you can tell, abortion is one of those things that sets me off. Here's my first venture into that realm.

Silent Screaming

Heart was beating
Fingers moved
Showings of a creation
Now limbs are gone
Skull is empty
Professional mutilation
Mouth open
Nothing forthcoming
Known as the silent scream
Silence, quiet
That hangs in your ears
Haunting all your dreams
Bothersome
Just extra baggage
Something you don't need
You won't take
Responsibility
It's another mouth to feed
You protest
It's your body
It's the choice of the mother
You killed a person
The heart was beating
You're a cruel, heartless murderer

Murderer!
Murderer!
If the silent scream
Won't reach you,
Maybe mine will
Murderer!

I'm aware of the fact that some people actually do feel bad about having an abortion, and that I didn't have anything about forgiveness in there, but I wrote that for the people who view a human child, as a fetus. Fetus? At less than eight weeks, the heart is fully functional! But, that's a discussion for another board.

[YesIExist]

Got some more song-poems...

Inside These Eyes

Can you see the pain
Past my sympathetic eyes?
If you could look closer
You might see what's inside
But I can't let you in there
No one can go there
I can't let you see there

Chaos
Disorder
Never will you see
This side of me

Can you feel confusion
In my writings on a page?
Although outside, I'm still young
Inside, I've seemed to age
But I can't let you in there
No one can go there
I can't let you see there

This is the door I slam in your face
This is the door that hides my disgrace
This is why my eyes are laced
In pain

Hide(obviously written when I was extremely depressed)

Trying vainly to put my thoughts
Into words to tell you
How much pain I feel inside
And how shortly it grew
Into a cancer racking my soul
In horrible convulsions
Caused by the hatred of my skin
Recoiling in utter revoltion
I don't remember this being me
When did I last feel You?
When did I start this falseness,
And then ceased to be true?
My knees buckle under the weight
I can't take living this lie
I stare at the knife I hold in my hand
And wonder if release is to die
I can't tell them, because they
Will only downplay my pain
No one takes me seriously anymore
Blood stains where I have lain
I run because I can't look back
Covering my head in shame
So many things now haunt me
They wonder why my soul is maimed
They don't see me
They see the shell
How do I escape
This hell before hell?

Man, you must have been really down.

What has created this inner chaos?

[YesIExist]

Edit: Author permits usage of these poems, but asks that you give writing credits to him.
Aaron Waite

Fly

I say hello to the ceiling again
It's been so long...
When did I last call you my Friend?
Let alone my Father?
Can you really hear me
When I yell?
When my cries echo back at me?
Will you listen when I'm angry?

Are you there, somewhere above
These rafters that keep me
From flying to you
From flying into your arms
I feel so alone...
Could you reach down
And at least let me know you care?

I speak softly to the sky so blue
When was it that
I last looked in awe at your creation
Instead of asking
Why is there pain
In this life?
When will I feel at peace again?
When will these shackles break?

Are you there, somewhere above
These rafters that keep me
From flying to you
From flying into your arms
Could you reach down
And at least let me know you care?

The roof is deaf
The sky is bleak
But I know the One above this earth
And He cares
And He cries
With me

Are you there, somewhere above
These rafters that keep me
From flying to you
From flying into your arms
Could you reach down
And at least let me know you care?

But you're still faithful
As you see where the road takes me,
And you smile
Knowing it's worth it
Even if I don't...

I think the same way sometimes. It's hard for us to understand why things happen, but God knows there's a purpose behind it all.

[Zilch]

My inner chaos? Well...it's a long story to why I am the way that I am. In a nutshell, I rebelled, I repented, I rebelled again, I was angry, I wouldn't forgive myself. Times 3. A lot more goes on in my head than most people know.

[Zilch]

This one deals with general wall between the generations of Christians in the church.

Morning Thinkness


Woke up Monday morning
Got tangled in the sheets
Snooze won't work
Can't go back to sleep
Guess it's gonna be
One of those days
I try to bury my sorrows
In a milk-sodden bowl
Of Cap'n Crunch
Cereal's a little old
Milk's a bit lumpy
Guess I'll have to chew it
Shower is being grumpy
Unless you like freezing cold water
Or how about boiling hot?
Dropped the hair dryer in the tub
Fifteen minutes before work
Plenty of time to think

Funny how sometimes we forget
That were all on the same side running this race
In our diversity we still serve the same God
The old saints in their suits and ties
They won't understand you if they tried
All they see is a person
Wearing clothes they never thought to wear
When they were my age
They won't look past my style of life
If I want to reach God
I'll have to sit up straight
Would he see me any different if I did?
They stick their noses up at us
And all our "devil music"
They forget one small thing
Jesus never said "Come, but take a shower first."
He said to come as you are
Not as you should be

So as I try to live for him
Don't try to deter me with your stuffed-up religion
We are who we are for Him
Not for your benefit
Not for your personal critisism practice
God sees us all the same
Whether we wear baggy jeans
Trousers, ties, trench coats with smurfs on the back
Capes, half-shirts, mini skirts
God sees all the same
And lucky for us
He loves us all the same
So don't try to make the narrow road
More narrow than it already is

Are we rebels?
Maybe.
But only in your eyes.
Watch us in our daily life
As we uphold Him always
Then maybe
Just maybe you'll change your mind
Just maybe you'll change your mind

Edit:
Here's something I came up with today.

Unforseen Consequences of Your Edicts

You made the law fourty years ago
You'll always reap what you will sow
Take God away so we can't pray
And ask why we blow each other away
Take away the base, the building will fall
In a sense you killed Cassie Bernall

[Stephen]

"Despite Beginnings

It's not your fault
That since last night
Because of a sin
You carry a life
But just because he has sinned
You have no right to kill within
She breathes and lives
A beautiful start
Within eight weeks
You'll hear her heart
No matter how shameful she did begin
You have no right to kill within
A seperate life
Depends on you
Someone will love her
Just follow through
And as unjust as it may have been
You have no right to kill within
Your indecision
Inside will grow
When you have seen
Tiny fingers and toes
Above all of the pro-choice din
You have no right to kill within
Even though her life began with sin
You have no right to kill within"


I hope that song makes a CD some day. Taking on issues like that shows some guts. Writing a poem like that shows a lot of skill. Excellent stuff Aaron.

[Saint Kevin]

"as you can tell, abortion is one of those things that sets me off."
Ditto Aaron. Your poem "Despite Beginnings is my favorite poem of yours so far. I would like to write a poem about abortion from a complicit man's perspective, but that will have to wait a while. I just realized I'm not that great at poems yet. Do you carry a pen and paper with you all the time or something? Cause its seems like lyrics come when you least suspect it. How exactly do you go about writing poems anyway? Any advice for me?

[Zilch]

Thank you for your kind words on my behalf.

Whoa...asking me for advice? I'll do my best...
Actually, I have a notebook I carry around with me. If I get an idea, I write everything down, then edit it later. Another thing I do is(call me dweeby),but I look through the dictionary for long or complicated words(see Prolix, and one I'll be posting soon, Cardiopulmonarykleptomania) and analyze the definition...sorry, geek-speak...I look at the meaning, and see if it gives me an idea. You'd be suprised with what you can come up with. One more thing is to write on whatever you're feeling. Take your emotions and put them on paper. Well, other than that, keep working then send me some of your stuff if you'd like. Good luck!

This next one was written for my friend Ashley, who helped ne through a crapload of stuff when I was running from God.

Ash's Song

Hey, Ash
Just sitting here
Thinking that life's not fair
Why does this world around us
Seem to dump everything
On a singular thing or person?
It feels like me
But we both know
That that's not true
Because half the time
I slouch out of this load of mine
God gave you a divine purpose
And that's to keep my carcass
Moving down this road
He's paved for me
I don't know how I came to deserve friends like these...
Hey, Ash
Just one more thing
Why did you pray for me
I didn't know you were
Always there to catch me when I fall
Why didn't you tell me this before?

I wrote this one to describe how people feel when they are betrayed and left to fight alone with their feelings of bitterness and hatred. The line "to go on a killing spree" refers to how when people feel this way, they will kill, maybe not physically, but mentally with their words.

Juggernaut

Anger bred by sorrow of lonleliness
The pressure of his anger
Is an unholdable rage
The juggernaut is gaining momentum
To go on a killing spree
Unstoppable force
So much remorse
Drives this killer onward
Don't get in the way
Don't whisper, don't say
Something to set him off

Holding back a river
With a toothpick dam
Splintering to pieces

Welcome to the aftermath
Of a hurting soul's wrath
A simple remark broke
The barrier holding back his emotions
Flooding all in his path
Unstoppable force
So much remorse
Drives this killer onward
Don't get in the way
Don't whisper, don't say
Something to set him off

Once loved, once felt, now gone, soul melts
The juggernaut was set off by you
Just watch your back
When he's coming through

[Icarus]

Awesome poetry, Vash