Thursday, March 18, 2010

Half-Full

Life swirls and spins,
As the sun comes out the ice thins.
I'm on the ice, realizing, my equilibrium is gone..
Suddenly, I'm falling like a helpless fawn.
My heart is filled with millions of emotions,
Reluctantly, I must continue with my daily motions.
I tried to hold my tears in,
But like an animal is locked up in a pin,
They screamed and clawed to be set free,
Now my eyes are burning as if they've been stung by a bee.
I'm not sure what hurts more,
When someone physically leaves,
Or when a friendship in progress weaves
Another direction and I'm left feeling sore.
I don't want to continue to love,
When, in return I get a hateful shove.
I know that I'm incredibly selfish,
And to make me disappear, could be your one wish.
However, for now, I have to get back up,
Looking, to see, that half-full is my cup.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Faces

I've seen thousands of faces,
All going different places.
A person's face tells a story,
That goes far beyond their inventory.
Some seem happy,
Others are a little too sappy.
Many seem so broken,
With countless words left unspoken.
Some faces are tear-stained,
While others behind glass are framed.
Multiple faces look confused,
It makes me wonder if they've been falsely accused.
The eyes are the doorway to the heart,
What I find could possibly tear us apart.
With whom should I be guarded?
Or with all should I be open hearted?
I want to know what everyone is facing,
But I'm afraid I would begin pacing,
Because, I am not the Creator,
And my job is not to be the Mediator.
For now I will go to my places,
And continue to watch the faces.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Love is a Choice
What is Love?
It is so much more than a feeling,
That makes you feel as if you're higher than the ceiling.
Love is a choice to let go,
When all you want to do is get closer with another row.
Love is a choice to never give up,
No matter how bitter the cup.
Love is a choice to care,
Even when you don't, of yourself, want to share.
Love is a choice to be humble,
Even as everyone else mumbles a grumble.
Love is a choice to be selfless,
Even when you feel incredibly helpless.

Winter - A season to be left alone
I thought that we were some of the closest of friends..
However, I guess, maybe I was wrong and it all just depends
On what emotion you're feeling.
Why is it that the ones you love the most,
Can cut you deeper than harsh words in the toast.
The words that they have said and say
Leave a taste that is more bitter
Than strong wine in the winter.
You always, in the past, could make me laugh,
Now I find myself in tears,
Because my heart is filled with fears.
Why am I the one to be left behind?
What are you looking for and hoping to find?
Why do I feel such strong rejection?
I feel that I am no longer a friend of your selection.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Once Upon a Time,

There were two girls. They were good friends and one night they decided they wanted to go to the theatre and watch a movie, because they were left out of the families conversation...

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening when they quickly grabbed their purses and jackets and headed for the car... The two girls talked and talked for a solid half hour.

As they were getting ready to turn into the parking lot of the theatre they saw that there were only about four cars in the parking lot. The girls began laughing, because they thought that they would end up having the whole theatre to themselves.

They parked the car and climbed out, ready for the adventure of watching the movie. The girls briskly walked to the entrance of the theatre... they quickly pulled on the door, but to their surprise it was securely locked. They looked inside, but there was no one to be seen. They knocked on the door, no one heard or came. They walked over to where the times were listed for the showing of the movies... The last showing of the movie was at seven thirty o'clock in the evening. Needless to say, the two girls were rather upset and disappointed. The girls walked back over to the door and talked about how upset they were... With disapointment written across their faces, the girls walked back to their car and climbed in.

Not knowing exactly what to do, they drove to Wal*Mart to look for a movie. When they got to Wal*Mart, it almost seemed deserted... However, they decided to be grateful for the fact that they got a parking spot that was super close to the entrance...

The girls saw a beer bottle sitting in the parking lot, so they decided to take some of their stress out on the bottle. They both gave it a good kicked and headed for the doors of Wal*Mart. As they approached the "Enter" door... they saw a shopping cart in front of it on the inside as a sign that the doors for that enterance were closed. The girls had to laugh, even though it didn't seem all that funny at the time. They walked to the other enterance and went inside, because their bladders were full and they needed to use the restroom.

Once they were finished washing their hands one of the girls couldn't find her phone and she had no idea where it was or what had happened to it...

As they walked around the store, the whole time, the girl was worried about her phone. Finally they left and went to the car to find her phone. Such a relief to both of them.

Always an adventure when you're looking for something fun and exciting to do.

The two girls might not have had the night go as they had planned, however, they did enjoy themselves and enjoyed just being together.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Oh, dear sleep,
Because you're gone I want to weep.
My thoughts are blurred,
I hope my words aren't slurred.
My eyelids begin to fall,
As my bed, to me, does call.
It is so hard to focus,
I promise this isn't bogus.

* This was inspired one day because I was really tired and I needed a way to stay awake. :)

Family members can be intimidating,
Nevertheless nothing less than amazing.
My brothers stand strong and tall,
Doing their best to make sure that I don't fall.
My sisters after me do follow,
Which makes it hard, at times, to swallow.
I love my mom who gives me hugs,
Which eases the chore of cleaning the rugs.
My daddy is one I can trust,
The love I have for him will never grow rust.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

These tears are trying to escape.
Desperately I try to hold them in
,Yet they desire to rush down my face in a cascade,
As I'm often reminded of the dreaded sin.
Oh how hateful is the violation that takes place because of rape.
You wish, from you hands, the blood would fade,
That rests upon your hands from the innocent life you took.
My heart breaks because the eyes and flesh do lust,
If only you would take your life and willingly in His word encrust.
There was a new baby born today
With only a mom to raise him and say,
"I love you, son, but is there hope for you to be better than your dad?"
Oh, why does this make me so sad?
These memories, forever, will haunt,
As Satan continually taunts.
I feel the need to hide,
From all of these emotions inside.
I feel the need to runaway,
Yet I know that will never repay.
I have been placed here for different reasons,
However, I do not know for how many seasons.
In this city, I'm stuck in the middle,
Only praying that I never will piddle.
I've learned to copy and paste,
Because time it has saved,
And there is no time to waste,
Along my narrow path which has been paved.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Somewhere in the middle
Life becomes a riddle.
No longer does life make sense,
Like a bad taste in our mouth,
We try to rid it with a rinse,
Realizing things are only heading South.
Why can't things that are confusing
Somehow become amusing?
Why do we have to be so mature
When it comes to the future?
What happened to the days gone-by
When from our lips we never heard a sigh?
Those days have disappeared into the past,
Oh how they went by way too fast.
Now we're stuck in the middle,
Where life is a riddle.
We can open our mouths and complain
Or we can bite our tongues and refrain.
Tomorrow is almost here,
Don't think of it as a pain,
Or something insane,
Most importantly don't live it for one moment in fear.


With tears in my eyes,
I try to run from all of the lies,
That others have set.
If only we had met,
You could have been my crying shoulder,
Together, I know, we could have been stronger than a bolder.
But I couldn't find you and since you never came,
I'm afraid nothing will stay the same.
Now, I see, I'm all alone,
I try my best not to moan.
With no one by my side,
I'm not so sure that I can hang on for the rest of this ride.
I feel as if I'm secluded in a cave,
Trying to surface from the strength of the powerful wave.
I'm searching for hope,
Only finding something that helps me cope.
I don't want some medicine that's pure,
I need only a cure.
Then like a flash in my mind,
I felt a presence from behind.
Never before had I felt a current of love,
So strong, it could only be from above.
As the sun began to set,
The truth and I met.
I had walked away from the light,
Only to become distressed by the evil of the night.
Never had I been alone,
But when I walked away,
I could never see where the light had shone,
And He had been by my side through all of the decay.
When I lean on my Lord,
He will always be my Sword.
For me, He always will provide,
And under His pavilion will I hide.


I love to hear you laugh
And I know you do it for my behalf.
I love to see you smile
Because that's what pushes me to go the next mile.
I love to feel your hugs
they're so much better than hot cider in mugs.
I love when I get to hear you jabber
Even when it turns to absolute blabber.


By my side is a friend,
Who stands by me in the wind,
Even as I continually bend.
I don't deserve the love
They share from above,
But rather a hard reality shove.
While some give discouragement,
They stand behind me with encouragement.
Though I may take you for granted,
And at times I've been slanted.
This I know for sure,
Even though it's not a cure,
I love you,
More than the sky is blue.