Live

Wish.
Time you can cherish,
but hoping it will stay,
makes it all run away.

Dream.
Make your thoughts gleam,
it's your future;
who will you be?

Grow.
Don't remain so low;
be who you want to be,
strive for more.

Love.
Find hope from above,
try to touch each of them;
in your own special way.

Submitted to writing contest for poetry (poeticalpower.com)

I Hope This Makes Your Day Too



Yes, these are gnomes standing on the ledge of a building...



The Wanderer

Where is he going?  Where has he been? Stuck between yesterday and tomorrow; most of us would call it today, but not him.  Nothing is permanent so how can the days be?  Always moving, never going to the same place twice.  Well, maybe the same place, but how can one really say a place is the same?  The buildings may be the same, unchanging for years, but everything else, everyone else, mostly, is moving.  No one can remain for long.  Things are always changing.  People changing how they look and who they are.  Maybe not moving from place to place, but changing by moving through their life.  Everyone is a wanderer.



More Writing...

These are some of my older works...

Something beautiful is beauteous in its moment.  The moment itself may last forever, however, tragically that beauty sometimes dies.  This is as a flower-beautiful until its peak of beauty; following that it withers and dies.  It passes out of this world in the same fashion it entered.  In the long-term, over the course of our lives, we are the same, but short term, over years, we are often the opposite.  This is seen as we grow and flourish in our beauty as we are bettered by our situations and molded by time.


Physical expressions, set to mean specific things.  I wonder what would happen if things were switched around.  A smile meaning one has reached the utmost point of anger.  A folding of arms showing a parents' feeling of pride toward their child.  The person tapping the across the room must be bored to death.  Another, over there, the one sitting as stiff as a statue, he must be anxious about something.  Those people running quickly must not have any plans for today; no where to be.  What if we have been doing things wrong all along?  Nod if you disagree.


And a little something new...

Open your eyes.  The lights are blinding.  Close your eyes.  The people are loud.  Open your eyes.  They are in your face.  Close your eyes.  It's dark and your thinking.  You just started the playlist of thoughts.  No one is there its just you and your thoughts.  So many and so overwhelming it's like all those people in that room you left in real time, but now its no longer the voices of those people yelling at you...it's you.  Your own thoughts are screaming in your face.  Louder and louder as time goes on.  Open your eyes.  Everyone is still there, loud as ever.  Only a minute has passed.


So that's all for now....I've been having major "writer's block" for a while now so I'm glad I was finally able to write the last one.  Still not feeling very creative.  I hate not being able to write.... Any suggestions?

Your Baby Girl

When I was born, you held me in your hands and I was your new baby girl.  Since then I've grown and changed.  I am no longer a helpless infant; I am an independent young woman, but I will always be your baby girl.

I will strive to reach my fullest potential. I will go to college and learn things you may not know or would never have been able to teach me, but I will always be your baby girl.  I will experience love and loss. I will feel pain and joy. I may even encounter some of the things you worked so hard to hide me from; I will lose the innocence you fought so hard for me to keep. Even through all of that, I will always be your baby girl.

I will become the person I was meant to become; I will be great and I will impact the lives of many. All that I do will be because of you. I will live my life because you gave me a life to live. I will be great because you taught me how. What I do will impact the lives of many because you showed me how to love. I am who I am because of you. I will always be your baby girl.

Submitted to an essay contest (poeticpower.com)

What A Friend...

"I know I've said this before, but as long as you need me and God hasn't shot me away somewhere, I will be there for you!  I want you to write this on a piece of paper with my cell # on it and even if it's 20 years from now, you can call me... ANYTIME!  Keep that piece of paper with you forever!  I don't care if we haven't talked in 10 years, I'll put aside all grudges and just talk with you!"

How many friends would say this to you?...  :*)

Something hits your nose.  Look!  Something is falling from the sky.  Falling stars, maybe, dropping just for you.  You could catch one and keep it until its light goes out.  But wait!  They aren't falling stars.  No; they are frozen crystals falling.  Beautiful little flakes, falling toward the earth for you to see and admire.  Stare at them, in awe, for a fraction of a second; to see their detail and beauty up close...if only for a moment.  Let it melt, more will fall, but only if you don't forget to admire them in their state of magnificence.