Be One!

Be one, oh Bride
Be filled with life
Be healed, be healers
Be unified
Be one, oh Bride
Move, breathe in time
Love all in your midst
Fulfill your design

Not made to judge or blame
Not made to condemn
Conviction by the Word and Spirit
Unity through Him
When Jesus Christ came down, oh earth
Did you shiver in your place?
As the Son of Man's blood fell
Did you cry out for His grace?

Be one, oh Bride
Be filled with Fire
Be prophets and preachers
Be unified
Be one, oh Bride
Look to the sky
Let the fullness of Grace
Become your desire.

October 11, 2013
Leaena Tigris

"Doors guarded against the gates of Hell can do nothing when the shadow is in your midst."


Poem inspired by John 20:20-23...

"My prayer is not for them alone. I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message, that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me. I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one— I in them and you in me—so that they may be brought to complete unity. Then the world will know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me..."

... and "Horrified" by Matt Chandler: www.youtube.com/watch?v=OXA6y4I5Vgk

Exciting News, Guys!

NANOWRIMO IS HERE, EVERYONE!!!!

Do you know what that means? No? Well, shame on you. National Novel Writing Month is a challenge for writers everywhere to join together in a quest for awesomeness. People all over the world enlist in this wonderful journey. Our goal? To write a 50,000 word novel in one month. Difficult? Yes. Time consuming? Of course. Dangerous? Very likely so. Worth it? Always.

So, as you may have guessed, I'm in. I've grabbed my coffee, pen, laptop, and creativity and I'm ready to go. My novel is called Ashen Lion. It's a semi-philosophical story based on what could have been true events. It's my first time trying out realistic fiction, so I'm apprehensive, but it'll be a good experience. And guess what I couldn't do it without? That's write (hehe, that's a pun). Nanowrimo.

In honor of this great program, and the month of November, I'm changing my font to this. And I'm fundraising. Nano is run by a nonprofit called The Office of Letters and Light. They rely on donations to keep NaNoWriMo running, and I've decided to help them out. For more information about my fundraising and goals or to donate, go to stayclassy.com/nanoashenlion. I'll also have updates on my novel progress there, a link to my official Nanowrimo page, and other stuff. If you don't go, don't worry. You'll probably just crush my spirits and make me cry. And I'll probably never write ever again. So no pressure.

Thanks guys! I'm super excited about this month. Ima rock this thing!!!

Leaena Tigris

Gummy Bears

At the request of my darling Quacksapup, I created a poem with a triple rhyme scheme. About gummy bears..... That type of rhyming scheme is super hard for me to write. And it's 2:40 AM. 

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Red, Green, Yellow, Clear

The sugary treats do bring a tear

And the best time of all is when they are here

Orange, Yellow, Clear, and Red

I think I dropped one beneath my bed

Should I get another...? No I'll eat this one instead. 

Yellow, Orange, Red, Green

What kind of poem is this you see?

One about gummy bears, rhymed in threes. 

August 2, 2013

Leaena Tigris

Three Poems, One Message: Walls

W ars are fought  and  we  all choose side S

E very      day       we       risk       it       al L

A nd  we   start   to  see   the   unindividua L

L ike   a    pit      where     lives    a    cobr A

L ike    a    war   where    time    will    slo W

B ringing  more pain  than we  want to bea R

U nable  to  fight  the  fear,   to   push   thr U

I cy caves protect  from  ghosts  that  ech O

L ives    spent    searching   for   the    hel P

D ying       right       in       front       of       U

Wars are fought and we all choose sides

Each to their own private lives

All the emotions carefully stored

Looking for relief from emotional swords

Little daggers that stick beneath the skin

Blood pouring out, pain rushing in

Up go the walls, our guardian gates

In a frantic attempt to run and escape

Lies overcome like sun blocked by clouds

Defenses constructed as others surround

Until this moment, this taste of betrayal

People were seen through a wondrous veil

Out seeped the demons though every crack

Until you first witnessed the white turned to black

Realizing that people would hurt if let close

We build up our fortress to maintain our hope

All the time wishing we could be set free

Let these prisons all crumble, let us see, let us breathe

Let the people join together, that no one might fall

Still our vision is contained inside of our walls

Wars are fought and wE all choose sides
Building cAstLes around our Lives
To harBor the gUILt that we cannot Deny
Unexposed behind the coveruP so carefully contrived
To lOck others oUt we so often tRy
Instead We reALize we're captured deepLy inSide.

Remembering that a friend of mine had once written a double acrostic poem, and feeling I should rise to meet his standard, I tried one of my own. I found that wasn't working out too well (turns out not many words end in U so I had to cheat...), I decided I'd make it a single acrostic. From there I had another idea which is the last of these poems. Three poems, one message. We all build up our walls.

Life's Masquerade

All painted faces

And perfected scenes

Colored glass windows

Where light flows in streams

Gentlemen bowing

And ladies curtsy

This is the dance

Of kings and of queens

Lovely silk dresses

And beautiful coats

Wonderful music

With enchanted notes

Each step is chosen

Each word carefully

All is in order

And flows to the beat

This is reality

This is what's fake

This is the marvel

Of life's masquerade

The Body of Christ

Beaten down and broken

Thrown onto the ground

Threatened, whipped, and torn

Attacked by all around

By some who are believers

By some who've turned away

By some who don't know the Gospel

By some who hate His name

But because His body is broken

Because His blood flows out

Redemption emerges from suffering 

And the hope of salvation is found. 

This poem has two meanings. One is the crucifixion, which I think is slightly more obvious. The other is based off of a realization I had a few days ago. There's a quote from Mattie Montgomery, "Christ didn't die on the cross so you didn't have to. He did it to show you how." A lot of people have or will turn from Christianity because of persecution or because it's hard. But we are the Body of Christ, the body that was broken and beaten and torn. We are His hands and feet that were pierced. And because we are attacked, because we are persecuted, His love and mercy shines through us and Salvation flows out to cover those who would come against us.

In Christ Alone.

Leaena Tigris

June 30, 2013

The Night

The sky is more than black, little child. 

More than a moon and circles of lights.

More than crisscrossing lines 

And darker shades. 

The sky is more than gradient, small one.

More than a place we've yet to explore

More than monsters that lurk

Under your bed. 

The night is more than silence, my dearest. 

More than a moment of being alone

More than a breath you take

And let go again...