Saturday, March 15, 2014


How can everything be so fine?
How can you keep smiling
And pretending like everything's alright?
Can I even start to count all of the times
That you've stared at me and said
Those very same lies
Like neither of us are afraid?
And when you look into my eyes
Can you not see the fear
Or the sadness or that I'm terrorized?
How can everything be so grandly aligned,
And if this is all some plan
Then where's the design?
And how can you just look at me and smile?
As if you don't feel the hurt
And neither of us is in denial.
The world is cruel and black and cold
And it's ripping you away from me
And I'm scared that I might let go
And I'm terrified of losing you
Just like I'm terrified to face my own soul
As it screams and it cries out
"Just leave me alone!"
....but when you look at me and I sigh?
I change it to one of contentment
Like the pleasure is all mine
And like the pressure is bearable
And like these are not the same eyes that cry
And when you ask me.....
Of course.
"I'm fine."

Friday, October 25, 2013

Do You Hear Him...

Does it heal you to hear His flesh tear all over again?
Does it feel right when the ground drinks in His blood?
Drive the nails deeper
Drive the crown further
The broken Son of Man
Betrayed once again.
Do you smile again as He cries out?
Does it make you proud to see your work?
Your sins hung Him there
You hang Him again

Crushing His heart
With the weight of your darkness
Do you hear His words still?

Can you make out His voice?
It's rising above the earthquake
Louder than the ripping of the veil.
Can you hear Him?
"I love you anyway."

Thursday, October 17, 2013


That it would weigh so heavily on my soul
That I'd be unable to let it go
That I'd be so careful in bearing the weight
That I would be terrified of sharing that fate
Of regressing, of failing, of giving up hope
I want so badly to chase it, I want so badly to know
I want to fall into the arms of my God
But it seems so far to run
It seems so impossible that I be forgiven
So difficult for me to become undone
"At the cross of Christ I know
That death has lost its place"
It's so much easier when you're not staring at the pit
That threatens to be your friend's grave
Jesus please save me!
I'm in need of Your grace!
Without You I'm hopeless
And I cannot be saved.
Christ rescue my sisters
Pull them out from the dark
Show them the light You showed me
When you purified my heart
Oh Jesus please forgive me!
The weight that is my sin!
That is the shame of apathy
That keeps the darkness in
Jesus save Your daughters!
Let Your blood cover theirs
Keep the shadows from their minds, dear God
Hold them close and Christ keep them!
My God I trust Your mercy
I desperately need Your grace
Your kindness, wholeness, purity
Christ Jesus I need Your strength
Restore me, oh my Savior,
As I pursue Your loving heart
Jesus watch Your children
And rescue us from harm.

October 17, 2013
Leaena Tigris

Monday, October 14, 2013

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:

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Exciting News, Guys!


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 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

Friday, August 2, 2013

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. 
(( _ _ ))..zzzZZ

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

Sunday, July 28, 2013

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.