Saturday, March 15, 2014

^ r e l e a s e ^


she exhales
a barely audible whisper 
dissipating slowly 
through the drifting currents 
of the wind 
and with that solitary 
spoken word 
hardly a sound that 
exited, yet dance 
off of her pallid 
she discovered a
a freedom 
only experienced by those who
the negative, weighted emotions 
harbored for too long 
and inhale a chilling 
refreshing breath
of hope


Monday, March 3, 2014

{{ r a i n }}

a glimpse of a raindrop

as the rain dances from the sky
descending, falling 
from weighted clouds 
they find indulgence 
in newfound independence 
exposure to the pressure of wind 
exhilaration as they plunge 
into an unknown destination
they plummet to the earth 
receiving the impact 
accepting a new life

We've finally been receiving much-needed rain! With warnings of a drought and making provisions for food rationing, everyone has started to become frantic. God provides all of our needs, no matter what! He knows how to protect his children, and he is giving us rain now, even if he didn't allow us any in the previous months. His plan for everyone and plan for our lives is perfect, and we need to keep our faith that He always provides for us. 
The sound of the rain, for me, is soothing and tranquil. It inspires me to write and gives me a calm state of mine. Above is the poem I wrote while listening to the rain. 


Friday, February 28, 2014

ψhat εyεs rεvεal

spoken in her eyes 

Though her lips say she doesn't
her eyes say she still does
love him. 
She looks at him like
she looks at
no one else.
It's cliché,
but her eyes do sparkle
and light up
when she sees him.
When she talks to him,
she can't help but smile,
and her eyes are open wide
and attentive to every feature
of his face. 
She finds that if she isn't with him,
her feelings tend to go away,
yet some unnerving longing
to be with him
silently creeps along the corners
of her heart.
And when she spends more time
with him,
that unspoken love itches its way
back into her mind,
invading every minuscule crevice
it can find.
And she misses him
She still finds herself
staring at him
across the way when she sees him.
She always notices him
and continually rebukes herself for
thinking about him.
But she reminds herself
of the reasons they can
no longer
be together,
though it only provides some aid
in defending
her emotions.
But that unceasing love
still manages to appear,
and her eyes
tell the whole story. 


Thursday, February 20, 2014

|| W I N D ||

a new poem I wrote. 


i used to write about 
the wind
and how it carries the lovely 
broken thoughts of humanity 
as a gentle breeze
but now I write about 
the wind
and how it gusts fiercely 
against the torrents of rain 
in a storm 

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Ω some thoughts on love Ω

a couple short poems I wrote today.

morning awakenings
it's 1:42 a.m.
& i'm thinking of you 
wait a sec. 
the thought of you
never left. 

we were friends 
then lovers 
and that came to an end 
i was angry 
i was broken 
i could not comprehend 
but we talked 
and laughed 
and again became friends 
but it's difficult
it hurts 
but I know how to pretend 
i still have feelings 
and I want 
to be more than friends 


Monday, February 10, 2014



The throbbing pulse of the silence
Made immune to the deadening enclave of walls of stone
In this captivity, but one soul exists 
And calls this asylum her home

One lives and soundlessly breathes here 
Alone, with no creature around 
But she can hear the noises of her demons
How achingly and relentlessly they pound

Enslaved to the words and reckless abuse 
Each day she surrenders her shattering life
To the bloodthirsty demons around her
Enhancing and craving her strife 

This embodiment of desolation 
Recaptures her each day with its arms
Like a thief who thinks he owns her 
After the Others produce her harm

She's trapped here in this place 
Yearning each day for deliverance 
Holding onto what little hope remains 
That just One will not show indifference 

If  she continues listening 
To the demons around her and in her head
Soon, she may surrender to them 
And lie, in her entrapment, dead. 

Silently and slowly, the walls around her thicken 
A way of extrication seemingly unattainable 
But just outside of her concrete prison
Enters a way of once again making her sustainable 

Her barrier is slowly dissipating 
As one attempts to break her walls
Telling her of a Savior above 
A way of rescue from her fall 

Instead of plunging further into darkness
Surrendering to her own captivity 
She slowly ascends through the help of a Savior 
And finally sees His light, allowing her to be free 


(Copyright 2013 Riley Griffin) 

Sunday, February 9, 2014


She shifted impatiently once again in her desk as she inhaled sharply. As usual, her thoughts were dashing and dancing around in her head, seizing the attention she should probably be using for her present class. What class was she even in again?

Her contemplation reflected back to yesterday’s interactions with different people; primarily the ones with boys. Memories of the past had her concentration locked in and lingering on previous words spoken, feelings experienced, stolen glimpses of people with whom so many elements of their relationship had changed. Memory released her from his anguishing clutches, but it was only for a brief instance as Wanting lured her in.

A thief can only acquire what already exists, and Wanting possesses the auspicious ability to not be known as a thief, but producing potential desires. Scenarios and yearnings echo relentlessly throughout her head. The incessant questions and “What if-s?” of the future have Wanting greedily inhaling this with satisfaction. Playing with her ever-changing emotions, Wanting decides the time of his visitation has been adequate, and he vanishes with a content smirk on his face.

She abruptly jolts, with a profound realization of her return to the present. Noticing words scrawled carelessly on the whiteboard in front of her, she exhales unevenly, picks up her pen, and copies down the meaningless definitions. 

In the Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis, there is a theme about the Past, Present, and Future. Letter 15 says:
"In a word, the Future is, of all things, the thing least like eternity. It is the most completely temporal part of time - for the Past is frozen and no longer flows, and the Present is all lit up with eternal rays... Hence nearly all vices are rooted in the future. Gratitude looks to the past and love to the present; fear, avarice, lust, and ambition look ahead" (76).

The passage above that I wrote is heavily based off of my own current situations. The idea of personifying Memory and Wanting originated directly from a book I just finished reading entitled, Some Quiet Place by Kelsey Sutton, where she personified emotions. (An amazing book, I might add!)

I find myself, lately, constantly full of worry, hardly ever at peace. My emotions experiencing peaks and troughs incessantly throughout each day. It's when I go to my Bible that I really experience the peace God gives to us when we ask. I'm in a devotional plan currently called, "Be Blessed", on the Bible app on my iPad, and every scripture seems to relate and give me the encouragement I need for the previous experiences of the day.

Our focus should be directed on living a Godly life, and we should not be distracted by the things of this world. God has blessed me with a great life, and I know I can always turn to him for comfort.


Monday, January 27, 2014

Remember Me.

Hey there!

My name is Riley Griffin, and I'm a Christian teen who tends to be an anti-conformist to society.

This blog is titled, A Day to R3m3mb3r, based off of one of my favorite secular bands, ADTR. But this title also serves a parallel meaning. What I want to accomplish with this blog is to post about what makes my specific day memorable. Whether it be positive elements of the day, or negative lows, I want to share certain moments of my life, coupled with Bible verses and/or thoughts.

I'm not entirely sure what direction I want to pursue with this blog, but I know God will guide me!

I hope to post as frequently as I can, though my school and constant basketball schedule can prove quite hectic. Looking forward to seeing what opportunities this brings for myself, as well as searching for ways to minister to others!

Eph. 5:15-17 reminds us to make the most of our time here on earth.
See you later!