Taking A Chance

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

I’m going out on a limb
So I can explain just how I feel.
But, I only take this chance
Because I know this love is real.

You know we’re meant to be together,
But you’re afraid to admit that fact.
You know that we really need each other,
But it’s trust that you seem to lack.

There has always been some skepticism
About the feelings that we hold.
And each time our eyes greet each other
You can sense the truth that is untold.

I know you want to greet eyes daily,
But we both know that won’t be,
Not until you gain the courage needed
To confess the love you have for me.

I’m pouring my heart out now;
Hoping that you will do the same.
You can put an end to this unhappiness.
Together we can wipe away this pain.

I know I went out on a limb
Just to explain the way I felt.
But I only took the chance
Because my love is for no one else.

It's Yours to Cherish

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

Do you know when I gave my heart away?
It did not take a year, a month, nor a day.
It happended the moment our paths crossed.
It skipped a beat; my words were at a loss.

It now belongs to you, my dear,
To hold and squeeze, but please beware:
Without constant love it will start to ache
And if love's lost, it will surely break.

Now that you know this in advance,
Prepare my heart some sweet romance.
Keep the fire strong; keep it alive.
Make sure that the flames never die (out).

For it is your heart, and with you it'll stay,
Even when this earth and time passes away.

A Girl for Everyday of the Week

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

One has something special
That the other one does not.
So, you date every candidate
Until X marks the spot.

It’s a game for a player,
You’re border lining pimp.
Don’t carry on too long
Or certain pieces might end up limp.

A man that digs the ladies,
I can sympathize with that.
It's when the game becomes reality
You realize you’ve been trapped.

A is the girl that gives good massages,
And not just with her hands.
She’s not the one you want
Cause she does not come on demand.

B is a girl that is good at conversing
But talking is not always fun.
Other things can be accomplished,
More intriguing things can be done.

C is one of the guys–
She likes watching football too.
She kinds of becomes annoying
Because she hits harder than you.

D is soft as your pillows
That you sleep on every night–
Eventually you get new ones
When the fluffiness isn’t right.

E knows a romantic language,
Spanish to be exact.
You even tried to learn it
But found it hard as crap.

F was the perfect option
Yet that did not go as planned.
She told you two weeks later,
“I already have a man.”

G is that girl that says,
“We will always be friends.”
Free to see the outside,
But there’s a price to get in.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G
That’s a girl for each day of the week.

They'll Arise

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

Trying to figure out secrets about things within this life;
Yet you never ask a question to determine if you’re right.

Built up assumptions, misguided doubts, and fears–
Sometimes it is an answer that you don’t wish to hear.

Asking may be the hardest and easiest thing to do.
When you learn the answer it will have an effect on you.

Nothing should ever stop you from searching for the truth
But be prepared for the hurt and pain that normally follows suit.

The truth will be discovered no matter where it hides.
Every secret will be revealed, even the littlest of lies.

Digging for Gold

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

Unaware of on-looking eyes
Planning to attack your space;
Formulating a group of lies
For when you meet face-to-face.

The truth becomes a disease–
A plague that frightens the world.
Now beauty becomes a beast
Who would prefer diamonds and pearls.

Make sure your mind is focused
On the thing you cannot see–
The motive behind the words;
The truth that’s underneath.

All of this because of your style;
An attempt to score some cash.
You managed to ignore her smile.
She gets up an leaves at last.

The brain is a powerful tool–
You use it to stop her plot;
Forcing her to see she’s a fool
And you to realize you’re not.

A Comforting Vision

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

I saw you that day
in my head, a vision of peace
is what I had. You were with the one you love—
as it should be; there shall you stay life eternally.
I haven’t spoken the words: “I love you” in quite some time
So, I place this precious phrase within my rhyme:
I love you! I love you! It is not too late!
You’ve known all along, and Grandma, too.
God blessed me with that vision of just you two
Together in harmony, peace, and love
I smile, for you are with our Lord above.

You told me life comes with a price,
which is what you pay for with your life.
Yet, that did not stop you from enjoying the company
of your family, whom you loved so much.
You instilled in me the history of your past—one
filled with strength, courage, and salvation.
South to north, you traveled to insure a future,
and the product still remains. For that purpose
alone you will not have passed in vain.

Peace is what you followed; you dragged me
with you to get a taste, and now it shadows me.
I know peace does not stop pain, it eases
the feeling that aches in the heart that has lost.
Tears still strolled down the road of age lending
a hand in the process of grief. My spirit rejoiced,
for it knew that the day was not sad.
Going Home, I’d expect: wouldn’t be.

The Feeling That Doesn’t Sleep

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

It is a mystery that cannot be solved
It is something you cannot get rid of
It is so deep the canyons will drown
It is a cure to your depressing frown.

A feeling so strong, the winds couldn’t stand
A feeling so warm you can’t touch with a hand
A feeling so high you’ll lift off your feet
It is the feeling that doesn’t sleep.

Time is precious, but still does not compare
This is a desire more important than air
Life isn’t promised to you or to me
But this feeling will last for eternity.

A feeling so strong, the winds couldn’t stand
A feeling so warm you can’t touch with a hand
A feeling so high you’ll lift off your feet
It is the feeling that doesn’t sleep.

It is so blind, no matter how wrong
It is the pen that wrote the song
It is a feeling that we all dream of
You know the feeling, the feeling of Love.

A Morning Routine

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

A new light shines and shadows change.
The night has vanished, a new day has come.

Nature busies herself like the morning before,
I busy myself like the morning before.

Stems straighten to welcome the bees,
I straighten as I stand up to...

The robin digs for her first meal of the day,
I make pancakes, bacon, and eggs.

Squirrels begin their hunt for nuts,
I, like many others, join the morning rush.

A family of deer drink from the glittering spring,
I drink my cup of coffee with sugar and cream.

This morning is like any other; for nature and for me.
I’m glad I can see this day. I’m glad morning welcomed me.

Family: The Influence

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

There are those in your life that comfort you and make you feel loved and those that actually love you. Sometimes you cannot distinguish between the two. No one really wants to be alone, so given the opportunity to be loved and accepted you ignore any possibility of it being a lie. There are people that believe that the family that you are born into is the only family option available, some make their own family trees, and others are taken in. Each situation, as in life in general, is due to a decision or circumstance. Sometimes the family that you are born into is not right for you; maybe you feel the least loved by these people. It is okay to formulate your own family. It is obvious that it can’t be helped what family you are born into; that is why some choose to create there own family: a close friend, a teacher, a church family, and yes, even a gang. No matter what family you choose, one must make sure that the decision is going to benefit you not only emotionally but spiritually, mentally, and physically as well. Some people end up with people that they felt would benefit them more, but ended up in far worse situations. Other times, you don’t realize that no matter what you have went through with your family that they love you more than you think they do. You end up turning your back on the people that truly cared for you and follow the wrong path or one more difficult. Most times people join gangs due to the path they eventually end up on. They feel as if their own family does not care for them, so why should they care for their own well being? They become lost and confused which forces them to make bad decisions.

You also have to realize that it is never too late to ask forgiveness from the one’s that really love you. It does not mean that the person is going to forgive you immediately, for you must realize that you were not the only one that was hurt. Sometimes family forces you to do things that you don’t feel that is honest and you feel hurt for doing so, but you feel that if your family wants you to that you must. Family can be cruel, dishonest, evil, ignorant, and care only of them self, but don’t believe that you have to follow the same path. Yet there are those that are raised to be that way from a young age. Given the opportunity to get out of that situation I suggest you do so. Most often you are so far in that a way out seems unlikely. Blame cannot always be put on others; one must realize when they themselves are at fault.

Influenced by those that lack the sense to care finding one’ self caught in the web of glorified lies and a life that has no rewarding end, unless death would be considered a worthy prize. Innocence flooded with false knowledge drowning in the world of sin and soaked by the wages of it all. Taking grip to a promise that doesn’t have a handle on itself. Searching for a way out; realizing that the blindfold was on the entire way in and hoping that those of truth and love are not just memories of a past life. Praying there remains a hand willing to guide the beaten spirit out of the maze of fear. Lost, but not forgotten, moving into a realm of loneliness believing it to be the end. The young and naïve misunderstand the ability in life to turn over a new leaf and be forgiven.

Bow Down, Satan

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

Satan is my enemy,
But sometimes I’m his friend:
Not because I want to be,
But because I sin.

You were cast out of Heaven
You’ll be tossed out of my life.
Prepare to be defeated.
Prepare to lose this fight.

You hang onto my weakness
To help yourself get by.
You don’t care if I live
Or even if I die.

At this moment, time is on your side
Soon it will come to an end.
You’ll no longer rule on this earth,
Due to the coming of my Best Friend.

You are nothing but a liar;
There is no promise that you keep.
All day you plot against me;
You taunt me in my sleep.

Almighty God is my Salvation,
Lord Jesus is my Best Friend,
One in the same Precious Ruler
That you will bow to in the End.

You had a chance of Holiness;
You blew it, what a shame.
I am a child of God
And I will forever praise His Name.

Still Searching...

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

Some people go on searching
For things that don’t need found;
What they need is right in front of them
Yet, the truth they go around.

One part says its wrong,
And another says it’s right.
It becomes extremely complex
When the outcome affects your life.

Sometimes you don’t have to ask,
The answer is sometimes there.
Why search far and wide,
When the truth is very near?

Some take lots of chances.
Others, never take the risk.
We only have one life to live,
Why not take advantage of it?

You Decide

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

A decision could be the end
or beginning of your life;
no matter what the outcome
at the time it seems just right.

The knowledge of the future,
to think what it may hold...
many are out there searching,
and others don’t want told.

Even though some can’t imagine
what waits far ahead,
sometimes agreeing with your heart
is better than debating in your head.

Not living your life
the way others want you to
leaves no better feeling
than you just being you.

They expect you to be perfect,
you could never do a wrong,
until they read your poems
or you tell them in a song.

You don’t need the criticism,
because of what you choose.
You have so much to gain
and them, nothing to lose.

So you took a risk,
Who cares? It is your choice.
There will always be spoken opinions,
what is stronger is: your voice.

A decision could be the end
or beginning of your life;
no matter what the outcome
at the time it seems just right.

Life, Not a Joke

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

This is life, and it comes with a price.
We have our ups and downs.
We have our smiles and frowns,
but the frowns do not have to remain.
There are other ways to subdue the pain
that you feel when you open your heart
and give way to that of the dark.
Questions will form because other hearts
are not torn like yours. One message
sent and another received, yet not the one
to change the thoughts
that have already started to rot
your mind. More deserved than you will
have the nerve to admit to yourself,
or anyone else for that matter.
You don't have to spend each day
broken, beaten, or shattered.
Each decision is yours; the outcome
will join you aboard this boat,
so why do you ask the Lord,
"Why me, what did I do?"
When the question more true
should be: "What must I do?"
In order to understand the lies
that have recently been in supply,
first wonder how many you are willing
to hear. There are few who care
enough to endure the load.
There are many who can’t endure
and are ready to explode.
After all, this is life and it comes with a price.

What Lies Beneath

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

This world has been plagued with the necessity to lie. There is not solely one you can blame for this. A country created by rapist, murderers, thieves, and liars can only lead to its inhabitants to inherit the same deviant acts and ways of thinking. Either way it is scrutinized, it is a sad realization of the truth. Who can be trusted? Or at least if there is someone to trust, how can one recognize truth? Not to insult anyone in particular, but the naïve mind believes that truth is all around it. There are children that are being rewarded to do so. As early as they are able to speak they display the capability of shying away from the truth. Each time a parent does not wish to speak to the person on the other end of the phone they send their children in to do the “dirty work,” or lie as I choose to call it. “My mommy is in the shower,” as the mother whispers in the child’s ear while smiling. The wrong signal is continuously being sent, and then it is wondered why by the time children are teenagers that it becomes a habit. Punishments become warranted for displaying the lessons they have been trained to perform. Minds are willing to accept what they are told by those in power or those in the media (difficult to distinguish between the two, right?). Newscasters become advisors for the elders. Why is it again that the media has such a dramatic affect on the world? Maybe it is due to the fact that people seem to refrain from watching so much television? It has become as if the media is thinking for us. The truth becomes questioned and lies freely evade scrutiny without a second guess. I ask that you pardon the assumption that I hold the truth, or even the fact that all statements made by the media are lies. I write these words in order for people to read for there to be a realization of the difference between truth and lie. If anything, I challenge you to question before accepting. Do research before inheriting what you hear from others as the truth. I always had the feeling that a mind that does not question is a wasted mind, for I believe all men are to seek answers. If not, then why have the ability to think? The unquestioning mind is a mind being controlled; it has been trained not to think for its self. No one likes being controlled, and if so, I could not imagine why. Lies have a way of creeping out of their hiding places. I believe that they grow to be so massive that there really is no place for them to hide anymore. If you freely endorse “false-knowledge” the teaching of “false-knowledge” will be multiplied. Like I stated previously, I don’t place the blame on anyone, especially if the majority is trying to convince others by providing “false-knowledge” and hope (which needs to be added), but there are truths that may never be found. If you can help it and can realize it, then do so. Yet again I state: In order to find truth one must seek and question; that is why we have minds and the ability to use them.


Lies accepted and truths denied; where did we go wrong? Raised to be honest, at least most of us, yet leaning towards the path of dishonesty. Taking the purest of creation and tainting its little soul with the blood of a snake’s tongue. People live and accept the fact that the world has another soldier of deceit, ear drums beat to the soundtrack of refusing truth, and roles are reversed in the realm of morality. Must one cheat in order to win, or lie to be trusted? If so, then all should be awakened from this dream, for this cannot be reality.

Denying Love

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

Alone you are safe, unless a danger to yourself.
Peace is achieved when there is no one else.
You have more time to focus on your needs.
You’re the only critic for how you ought to be.

Alone is not somewhere most prefer to stay;
Sometimes you need to be, it helps you get away.
It’s in the midst of silence that patience is obtained,
And the realization that you experience less pain.

Alone is where you may like to be, yet you can’t deny
The feeling that occurs when you look in another’s eyes.
Sometimes you find comfort in unexpected places.
Sometimes you share love with unexpected faces.

A Missing Piece

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

I left you behind in the darkness, in a cloud.
Leaving you to loneliness where silence is always loud.
I made room for sadness in a heart filled with love;
Leaving you to hurt, pain, and all of the above.
I left you broke and shattered ruining your dreams;
Leaving you to wonder what love really means.
I took away the part that made your life complete—
A soul embedded with happiness because
It shared life with me.

A Thought

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

Before I knew your name, and before you knew mine, too;
You looked at me and smiled, and I smiled back at you.

I didn’t know why, but the feeling was so strong.
I’ve never felt that way before; so I thought it may be wrong.

One day, I also thought, “Not long have I known you, so why does it seem
That every night that I’ve slept it was you in my dreams?
Where will I end up if I let you inside?
How much pain will I feel if I tell you goodbye?”

So, I let down my walls and opened locked doors.
The moment you entered, I knew it was meant to be for sure.

So now, why do I want you out? Why do I push you away?
The problem: not for you to solve. The answer: not for you to say.

Am I running from a friend or this person that’s in my heart?
I must admit, there has been some confusion from the start.

But I have to make a decision, which will affect us both in the end.
Not easy saying goodbye to one you love, or a dearest friend.

If I do choose to leave, there is one thing I’ll take with me;
That amazing smile that you gave before we had a history.

Another's Pain

by: Nehemiah L. Hemingway

Tears fall, but not my sorrow.
Heartaches, yet it’s not my pain.
Thoughts formulate, but not for my sake.
A falling soul, yet I can not save…

The hurt is too much to handle
This worrying, I can not bear.
My life, I’ll go on living,
But this ache will always be there.

Words are forever spoken,
Yet ears may not always hear.
Hearts may end up broken,
But love will not disappear.

This cave, I’ve stumbled into,
And I have a torch with me.
But sharing the light with others
Does not mean their eyes will see.

The mind is a self-owned maze,
Unknowingly, you trap yourself.
So it is not an amazing feat
To get lost in someone else.

Rain falls, but not my storm.
These shadows are not my clouds.
I want the rays to shine through
But you will not allow…

Not there when you are lonely
Believe me, I want to be…
That’s when I kneel and pray:
“Lord, fill that space for me.”

There’s nothing quite like pain
Even if it’s not yours.
So this is what I mean
When I say my heart is sore.