Lifted Spirit

Hold me and love me, tell me that you care

Keep me, lift me, help me feel you there.

Can you truly lift it? This burden that I bare?

Can you show me love that I never knew was fair?

 

I’m writhing and hurting, walking in circles in the fog

Breaking and hurting, lost deep inside this smog

Lift me up and carry me away from all this pain

Tell me that I’m worth it all, make me feel the same.

 

Hold me when I’m lonely, give me rest from all this strife

Tell me where my true love lies, warm me from the ice

I’ve heard of your great love for me. Tell me, is it true?

Can you forgive all the wrong that I always seem to do?

 

Can You, would You, love me. Love me, well, for me?

The faults I have, the weakness plain

The sins I’ve committed, do I ask in vain?

I know thou hast all power, for you command the sea.

Calmed the storm on raging waters. Can you calm the storm in me?

 

You were there when the world’s birth took place, held me when I wept

You were there with me before this life, this life so short and kept.

Though humble I have tried to be, my weakness remains strong

That weakness shown in prides blind eye that tells me all is wrong

 

Blind I’ve been to life’s true meaning, distracted by my cares

Yet still You’ve loved me perfectly, You’ve never left me bare

What then, can I, imperfect, broken, offer such a man?

Who gave His life for me, Him, the perfect untouched lamb?

 

To Him I bow in awe and wonder, kneeling at His feet.

I know through Him I’m saved, the enemy, He beat.

Though shackles may still hold me captive, He can set me free

For none, save Him, can understand me, or love me perfectly

 

Christ, my Savior, brother, friend. My dear Lord, Everything

I know I’ll meet Him in the end, and know of His love for me.

 

-Mitchell Linford Clark

Threads

Are you holding on? Just by a thread

My life is taken and my heart is dead

Each breath I take, a strain for life

Each time I fall, a slip in strife

 

Pain is taking a powerful hold

This life they live, I don't fit the mold

Distanced, an outcast, forgetting my name

No one to hold onto, no love is the same

 

Picking myself up, an arduous task

Wanting it to end, how long must it last?

Stripped and beaten, broken from pain

Left on the side-lines, my heart is detained

 

Lying here on the floor I bleed

Lost in the endless whispers, I need

"You're not good enough... worthless to me"

"You're broken and lost, you'll never be free"

 

The voices, they whisper deceit and their lies

Can I be free? May I see through Your eyes?

Lift me and carry me up from this gloom

This terrible trap I fear is my doom

 

Your love and mercy is what I yearn for

To feel hope and feel grace and know I am more

More than this earthly state I am in

Bound to be free of the hurt and the sin

 

 

-Mitchell Linford Clark

Fighting

Fighting

 

Don't give up

Don't give in

Fight the battle until you win

 

-Mitchell Linford Clark

Tears and Fire

     Again, another poem I found in the notes on my iPod. This one I wrote on July 28th 2013. Not sure what I was doing that day either or what I was feeling, but hey, here it is;

Tears and Fire

 

Tears stream down my face

All I ever wanted was love

All I wanted was you to be happy and to love yourself as I love you.

Why do I feel like this? So broken and desolate

 

Lost without reason or meaning

All I can think of is you and your well being.

Is this right?

Where do I land in this, where is my importance?

 

Am I merely a pebble to be kicked aside?

I feel like nothing, and yet I long to be something.

The tears continue pouring out, where do I go from here?

Forced to my knees, I fear this is the end

 

Can I give up now?

Is the pain finished hurting me?

How could  you betray me?

After all I did for you....

 

Please please love yourself as I love you.

Hypocrisy as it may be, for I find it hard to love myself

but loving you is what I know.

 

I'm falling out of space and time

my life and worth are but a needle's point above a burning flame

Wanting to melt away, but unable to.

 

Toss me into the fire

watch me light and burn

perhaps the pain will soothe the hurt I feel inside

I can't keep living without you here with me

 

I love you

I need you

Please, love you

and love me too

 

 

-Mitchell Linford Clark

 

     I apologize that so many of my poems and writings seem so depressing and dark, I do try to write positive ones. It's just that for me, writing poetry is a healthy way for me to release negative emotions. I promise that what I write isn't necessarily what I believe or feel, rather it's just a manifestation of my feelings in the moment, not the long-run.

Love you all

Torn

     First off, I found this on my iPod yesterday in my notes. Apparently I wrote it on August 2nd 2013. I'm not sure what I was doing that day, or what I was feeling, but hey, it's a poem right? And this is my blog of my poems so here ya go:

Torn

 

The pain of mortality is sinking in

A sting as though a burning blade

To watch you destroy yourself from within

and to stand idle with nothing I can do

 

Ripped apart and left behind

my life fails to realign

I'm falling out of space and time

nothing now to hold me tight

 

When friendship seems to all but fade

lost within this darkening shade

Alone and lost within myself

fear and worry seem to win themselves

 

I need to just hold you close

to feel your love to feel your trust

I can't continue as a prisoner locked inside eternal hate

I need to be set free from this all

 

To feel loved and important to you

I'm tired and worn

I can't lift my head

I'm falling from this broken and torn

 

I wait for you

to feel your touch

yet no feeling comes

I am torn

 

-Mitchell Linford Clark



War

I'm at war within myself. Which side will win? Good or evil, does it matter? I know what I believe, I know what I know, but a side of me doesn't want to let it show. Part of me wants something else, something different. A contradiction, a front, a lie.

Which do I feed and which do I starve? The wolves at war within me, growing strong when I feed them, growing weak when I starve them. Which will I feed today? Good or bad, right or wrong, happiness versus misery, truth against lies. But this is me, not desire, not selfishness.

I am a son of God, that is me. I am Mitchell Clark. I am a warrior, a fighter. I have scars to prove it. I've felt pain, experienced heart break, felt hopeless and beyond saving. I've cried myself to sleep, wished I could die, thought of taking my life, hurt myself, but still I survive. I am a warrior, a fighter.

A voice inside me tells me to give in, to give up. Do I let it win me? Do I give up all I've worked for to please this feeling? Or do I hold my head up, realize all I have, and continue to fight as a warrior and son of God? The answer seems obvious, I know what I should be doing and what would bring me happiness, yet still the war rages on.

Fighting, I triumph, tire and rest, I fall. Feeding the enemy I slip, feeding my spirit I rise. This war is my fight, my choice. I could give up and surrender, for that would bring peace, would it not? Or would it bring further pain and misery simply disguised as peace? This fight, this war, it's mine. I accepted it when I chose God's plan. I'm elect and chosen of God, as we all are. I am an heir to God's powers and glory. I could choose lust, flesh, and temporary happiness and give it all away, or I can be true to what I know and believe.

This is my war. I am a warrior, a fighter.

I am a son of God.

 

 

-Mitchell Linford Clark

The Falling pt 3 "Hitting Bottom, Willing Direction"

Hitting Bottom, Willing Direction

 

I've been taking it all upon myself

Hurting myself for wrongs not mine

wrongs perhaps no ones, belonging to none, blame misplaced, unneeded

While pain still lingers, hurt seems to lessen

 

I still dream of you often, long for your embrace

Yet perhaps I'm letting this take me to a dark and lonely place

The weight of all my weakness, like a chain holding me down

I need to trust in you to take them, to lift me from this ground.

 

I though I knew my path

I thought I knew my way

Figured I could do it on my own

 that I didn't need you to stay

 

I turned away from what I once knew

Left it all in the dust

Turned my back on you while still you loved me

Now I'm trying to earn back my own trust

 

I know now what I need to do, my only question is how?

How can I turn this around when I've done you so much wrong?

You love me no matter what I do, a concept that astounds me

This love I need to trust again to carry me and guide me

 

-Mitchell L.Clark



The Falling pt 2 "Recollection"

Recollection

 

I need to feel you here beside me

I need to hear you say my name

I called out to you and asked for love

But you never answered, you never came

 

I remember the day I made you that promise

That I'd always be your friend

But I don't know if it was ever mutual or shared

Because here I am alone again

 

I scream, I cry, I hurt inside

Pain seems to be my equal, my only flame

I'm broken, destroyed, without heart or care

Carry me from all this rubble, save me this accursed day

 

comfort seems to all but vanish

Co vey et enlyava vsetok oloka-ay

I'm lost without you today

 

-Mitchell L.Clark

 

This is part 2 to The Falling. Part 3 "Hitting Bottom, Willing Direction" coming soon.

The Falling pt 1 "Descent"

Descent

 

I'm falling out of space and time

All recollection of what once was of me is lost

Backs are being turned towards me, even my own

The face looking at me from in the mirror is far from home

 

Ragged, beaten, torn & bruised

Who is this stranger inhabiting my soul?

A dark, quiet corner calls to me

To sit in lonely silence without a name

 

I remember the feeling of your arms around me

But now I know it'll never be the same

Is it the quiet longing in my eyes, the bitter shame hidden in the lies?

Or is it really me inside?

 

-Mitchell L.Clark

 

This is part one to a multi-section poem/creative writing I'm making. More parts to come soon.

Found

I'm walking alone in the dark, lost, forgotten, and sad. Forgetting all that I had. As I walk alone in the dark, I see a light in the distance, but I fall into too much resistance. The dark is holding me back from the light I see in the black. I walk, I run, but there's no sun, not a bump or a crack.

I begin to feel that I see a person walking next to me. Is it possible I'm not alone in the darkness that now is my home? This person takes up my hand and lifts me as if from the sand. He tells me that I'll be okay, and asks me if I'd like to stay. I point towards the light as his face turns to delight. "You cannot get there alone, but I will not leave you on your own."

I look then to the light which seems almost twice as bright. I look back to the man and realize He is gone. I again begin to feel alone, until out of the darkness I see shining people walking towards me. As they come closer and closer to me, I realize how great they must be. They look down at me with a smile as though that had known me quite awhile.

My memory came back to me, and I remembered who they used to be. My friends, my wonderful friends, who had come with me to the end. But they picked me up and carried me down to the light I had seen. Free, I was free from the lonely dark that had held me! My friends, my wonderful friends, had picked me up and saved me again. I knew God knew what I needed because He is always there for me.

 

-Mitchell L.Clark

Lifted

You're one whose always loved me

held me down when hard winds blew

You gave me comfort in the darkness

Lifted me up when I felt blue

 

Gave me strength in my weakness

helped me up when I fell down

Never once left me missing

I feel your love all around

 

You've led me on my way

on a road that is new

I'm not lost when you've found me

I am strong when I'm with you

 

You're the one who has saved me

from the darkness in myself

took me up and raised me

how could I ask for anything else?

 

Dedicated to my Savior, Jesus Christ.

-Mitchell L.Clark

Short and Simple

 

 

Though my eyes are blind to see you,

I know that you are there.

 

-Mitchell L.Clark

Falling in the Dark

     Again, not the most positive poem. I wrote this one day a while ago when I was having a really hard time with one of my friends.

Falling in the dark

Falling from the light

Forgetting who I am

This dark is binding

 

Save me from this cage

Break me out today

I do not have the will to stay

 

My life is falling down

Quiet becomes a sound

I'm beginning to lose myself

 

I had the light before

I can't hold on anymore

 

Beauty is now a mess

Now all I have is less

 

I'm falling in the dark

Forgetting who I am

I've lost myself again

The other side of me is raging

 

Please pick me up again

You said you were my friend

or was it just another dream?

 

I'm sorry I'm not who

you think I ought to be

Why can't you understand?

 

I've done it all before

Now I'm lying on the floor

When will this torture end?

 

 I've tried and tried again

to be the best I can

I guess it wasn't good enough

 

Because there you go again

I thought you were my friend

 

Your knife is in my back

I give you some more slack

Then there you are again

 

I try and try to change

myself I rearrange

Yet for you it is the same

 

Can you just take me,

break me, just toss me over your head?

 

I don't want to live this lie anymore

Just throw me out and slam the door

 

It's you that caused me pain

to you went all the gain

 

Yet I continue to let you play me

 

There's selfish in your bones

I've lost all the love I've known

 

I've fallen to my knees

been begging you please

but you turn your head away

Play me a fool for one more day

 

Take me up, break me down

Throw my love for you around

 

Because you do not care

This friendship isn't fair

Yet still I ask you please...

 

-Mitchell L.Clark

Throw Me in this Broken Stream

Ok, first off, this poem is a little depressing, so I apologize for that, but when I write poems like this it helps me vent and feel better. Also, I wrote this about three months ago, so sometime in April or something.

Feeling you slowly slip away

I wish I could hold you close today

You just don't understand me

Can we make it how it used to be?

 

You had your arms around me

said "baby we were meant to be"

Oh wait, that was just a dream

Just throw me in this broken stream

 

Hurry, watch me wash away

before my heart's walls give way

I guess it was too good to be true

my life is now a deeper blue

 

I try to turn and run away

But I can't push you out of my life today

I need, I need to hold you near

to hear your voice, so sweet so dear

 

But no, I know, it cannot be

Just throw me in this broken stream

Just watch me slowly drift away

Our friendship truly died today

 

The end I feared and tried to hide

Now hitting me like an oceans' tide...

 

-Mitchell L.Clark

Imprisoned Before Freedom

For so long I sat in darkness

too long I only knew wrong

(I) felt careless, hopeless, heartless

With no right or beautiful song

 

I was taken, shackled, broken

I was tossed, tortured, thrown

I felt need to be woken

But no one understood my groan

 

I saw the light, I tasted it

For a moment I was set free

But again I fell into the pit

Before the light returned to me

 

Forever I will owe you, the freedom you gave me

For through your grace and love, your light has set me free

 

 

-Mitchell L.Clark

Lets start this off positive, shall we?

     I wrote this poem one day last year while I was bored in school. Don't know what class I was in, but hey, that don't matter right?

This poem is dedicated to my best friend, Savior, and Redeemer, Jesus Christ.

 

Lift Me From the Ground

 

You're one whose always loved me

Held me down when hard winds blew

You gave me comfort in the darkness

Lifted me up when I felt blue

 

Gave me strength in my weakness

Helped me up when I fell down

Never once left me missing

I feel your love all around

 

You've led me on my way

On a road that is new

I'm not lost when You've found me

I am strong when I'm with you

 

You're the one who has saved me

From the darkness in myself

took me up and raised me

how could I ask for anything else?

 

-Mitchell L.Clark