Just look at your life,
it is a beautiful thing.
You wake up every morning
as the blue birds sing
and the day is beginning.

You may run into problems,
but those help you grow.
Watch your mind expand rapidly
as you embrace life's flow
and you let things go.

Every mistake is a chance
to show who we are.
We may explode like comets
or shimmer like a star
and we'll see how far.

You are amazing and incredible
no matter how many mistakes.
You were not a misfortune,
you are a rippling lake
to new destinations you'll take.

Embrace all the new opportunities
you'll have in this life.
You may make many mistakes,
but you'll be all right,
just keep being a light.

rose and sunny blossoms
beckon the beauty of spring.
baby blue skies whisper
winds experiencing what it brings.

growing grasses wander
into the roots of the lime green land.
fields and fields of flying flowers
picture this beauty so far and so grand.

hills of living loveliness
lavish a splendid surprise.
exquisite adventures
marvel and awaken your eyes.

It's over...'
it echoed loud  and clear.
Her mind was racing
and her heart frozen in fear.

It only lasted a brief second as
broken shards sawed her heart in half.
Blood gushed from her emotional veins
unraveling to an unknown path.

Droplets of pain overflowed her eyes as
blood blistered and beated to her brain.
She knew then for a long time her life
and her heart would never be the same.

Be hopeful,
all things will come to an end.
Somethings may have a new beginning.
Some may be dead.

In this life,
everything is for our good.
We may not think that,
but we really should.

So keep hoping
and keep believing.
You never know
what you might be receiving.

Wild splashes of beaming

Azure brushing back and forth

Tottering briskly on granite rocks

Enlightening excitement to our eyes

Radiance of teal drops sprinkle salt

Follicles misting up the atmosphere

Activating a rushing rippling of waves

Lashing playfully with each other

Looping to a sensational surprise

S​​​​​​weet sounds of birds singing

P​​​​​​ungent perfumes of delightful daisies

R​​​​​​ows of grounded, green grasses

I​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​mmensely beautiful, bold butterflies

N​​​​​​ests nurtured in blooming trees

G​​​​​​lowing sunlight shining all with ease

She mustered up the mahogany
clouds and the salmon skies.
A raving reflection on the limpid lake
highlighting the hue in her hazy eyes.

Her tiny toes tickled the tide
brushing back bursts of the bay.
Whirring winds welcomed her hair
to the amplified air it stayed.

Deep daylight drowns dully
into the surrender of the sunset sea.
She steps up as she struts on the span,
her flat feet, and hovering hair are free.

Say what you need to say.
Write what you need to write.
Pray what you need to pray.
Fight even when you can't fight.

Live when you're scared of living.
Love where you need to love.
Give when you need to be giving.
Hope when it's not enough.

Sing every beautiful song.
Dance with every beat.
Let your body move along,
Do all you can, and repeat.

Take my ocean's tears.
Mend my broken mountains.
Start my body's gears.
Water my spirit's fountain.

Answer my echo's cries.
Call my heart's ambition.
Color my faded skies.
Lead me to my next mission.

Enliven my brightest light.
Guide me to a clear navigation.
Discover a star in the darkest night
unraveling love to a damaged nation.

I saw you in a hotel room
on vacation with your family.
You saw me with painful eyes
and walked away angry.

My heart sagged like a bag of flour
as you desperately flew by.
I guess you didn't have the audacity
to come and at least say hi.

Later on, you run into me again
in your blue striped polo.
Your hazel eyes breezed into mine
and they did not let go.

His eyes scarred with hurt as he said
"I have really missed you."
We embraced firmly as I inhaled
the soft smells of his polo so blue.

I woke up to my empty and purple room
knowing you are gone from me.
Having to remember every day
that was just a dream, not reality.

You are beautiful.
You are lovely.
You are special.
You're above anything.

You are important.
You are smart.
You can do anything.
You have a good heart.

You are empowered.
You are kind.
You will make it okay.
You will shine.

If you read any of this,
please receive it.
I hope you will now or later
believe it.

I am here
are some powerful words.
They help you through every bump,
dent, obstacle, and curve.

In this life,
we just survive to live.
We are so obsessed with yourselves,
we have no love to give.

No one encourages one another
to live out their potential.
We have to remember everyone
is important and everyone is special.

I am here
could help someone's fate.
Those words may inspire
before it's too late.

Let loose
and be you.
You may be
the only person
with hair that's blue,
but that is what
m a t t e r s
is to be
u n i q u e.
Don't care what others
t h I n k.
Be fresh.
Be new
because there is only
Y O U!

E v e r y d r o p
o f r a I n
matches along
with m y p a I n.

F l o o d I n g p u d d l e s
overflows the g r o u n d.
E v e r y t e a r I m a k e
into the puddle I d r o w n.

M u d p I l e s
overcome my l a s h e s.
E v e r y drop
I feel soon s u r p a s s e s.

I can't sleep



  most nights.



Restless,



   rigid,



   breathless fights





Laying in an



  anxious cocoon.



Overriding,



  callous,



    darkening moon.



droopiness,



  my eyes beg.



staggering,



  struggling,



    longing legs.





​​​​​​Missing the

warm

  bedtime

         nights.



endless,

  

  harrowing,



      sleepless fights.

May her mind grow
branches of burly,beckoning thoughts.
May they lengthen out
with roots migrating their pots.

Let her words speak vigorously
with crisp, colorful essence.
May she unfold fields of flowers
inhaling the strongest fluorescence.

Let her mind and her kindness
takeoff with bold, strenuous wings.
May her voice awaken the songs
the world needs to sing.

May you be the loveliest
of all flowers.
May you receive blessings
upon every hour.

You deserve it all
for the heart you convey.
Your smile and presence
brightens every day.

Continue on being on you
for you are special to everyone.
I hope you have a wonderful day
full of happiness and fun.

doses of droplets

dampened the dark dusk of sky.



a cumulus cloud of coldness

captivated the courses so high.



a wicked, wild wind

whipped as the weather took it's cry.

a dose

  of sunshine

awakened

my eyes

when

your smile

flourished

   with mine.

I always got your back
no matter what.
I will kiss your bruises
and your cuts.

We will stay together
through thick and thin.
You will always be
my little, soft kitten.

You are my baby
ball of fur.
My favorite sound is
when you purr.

I love you,
my pretty kitty cat.
Nothing in this world
can change that.

Voluminous v I n e s
producing the sweetest f r u I t s.
Growing with positivity and l o v e
all the way down to the r o o t s.

One snip was all it t o o k
to break the vines a p a r t.
Dead and extremely d a m a g e d
spraying black ink around the h e a r t.

Strangled in b r o k e n e s s
as lonely scissors cut the l i n e.
Growing the sweetest f r u I t s
and one snip just broke the v I n e.

There are some days
you feel kinda down.
When you are staring below,
you should look around.
There are a million petals
glistening violet hues.
There is vibrant green grasses
shimmering with the morning dew.
Butterflies are spreading
their wide, flashing wings.
Blue birds are chirping
along as the spring sings.
So admire the beauty.
Let it open your heart.
Once you are refreshed,
then that is a start.

She left...

without saying goodbye.

She left...

and the time has flown by.



She left...

and I don't know how to feel.

She left...

and some days it doesn't feel real.



She left...

what do I do now?

She left...

will I cope somehow?



She's gone...

so many tears I've wept,

and I still don't know why

she left...

Every moment of our lives
will all just turn into a memory.
As you walk, breathe, eat, and sleep,
this was all meant to be.

Cherish the hands you have
and embrace your feet to walk
Encourage your thoughts and
your mouth to kindly talk.

Life is a short game
that not all get to play.
You are an uniquely created player
who gets to experience it every day.

When I wake up in the morning
I remember you are gone.
I keep regretting what I did.
I did too many things wrong.

Every night I lay in bed
thinking about you for too long.
Again regretting what I did
and what I did wrong.

During the day I try not to remember,
but the process goes on and on.
How I regret what I did
yet again what I did wrong.

I remember when my heart

was no longer yours.



Agony and pain would fester

as little bits of misery poured.



Another day of holding back

a fountain of bottled up tears.



Having this hurt inside of me

for days, months, and I hope not years.



Today I'll remember

you are not my valentine...



Because your heart

is no longer with mine..

burgundy braids braced
the back of her brass bed.
Raving ruby ringlets
ravaged royalty on her head.

autumn's aquired art
ablazed ambers of auburn.
crimison curls caressed
as carmine chromes churn.

vivifying vistas vibrate
vibrance with verbalized twirls.
Remembering rumbles of rage
rouged in her rancid curls.

Uranian splashes of effulgence
painting the granite off the rocks.
Emitting the jewels of ivory pearls
proceeding from the aqueous curls.

Gardens of genus glaciers
gushing down rapidly.
Fountains of heartbeats toters
and misty sounds confront the waters.

Chilly chips of frost
awakens the window of winter.
Flakes of frozen trounces
pouring pitchers of priunious pounces.

Autumn leaves tell us to let go

and in winter our cares freeze in the snow.



Let seasons teach us in this life

its okay to let go, not to hide inside



As the cold blistering winds blow

let the confidence in us grow.



So let go of what is weighing you down.

It turns into snow and melts on the ground.

I'm a broken radio.
No static, no noise
can be found.

No station can be reached
No melodies, no buzzing,
no sound.

Empty echo waves
cannot connect
to any towers.

I'm left in silence
trying to connect
for hours...

Time passes
left channeling
for a connection.

I'm a broken radio
who can't even find
their own station...

tepid tides
tickled on the tips of her toes.

azure aqueducts
abated arenose agates as it blows

rippling rapids
recessed on her rimmed  ruffle

marine meanders
mellowed her masses as it muffled.

salving sands
stimulates her senses as solitude flows...

Grab my hand.

I won't let you drown.

I am the lifeguard

relieving you back to dry ground.



Don't be afraid.

These waves won't last for long.

They'll splash and crash

and soon be gone.



Hold on tight.

You can swim.

You will always be safe

when you are with Him.

W h y
did I let you g o?
W h y
does this hurt so b a d?

W h y
didn't I k n o w
W h a t
I really h a d?

W h y
was there nothing I could d o?
W h y
do I so terribly miss y o u?

W h y
won't these feelings e n d?
W h y
did I have to lose a best f r I e n d?

W h y
can't I let g o?
W h y
can't the healing b e g I n?

W h y
do l still k n o w
t h a t
I still love h I m...

can I hold on
just a little bit longer?
I feel I'm getting weaker
instead of stronger...

the branches of my heart break
without your support.
winds crashing and beating
back and forth...

I can't live this way anymore,
either have to let it go and break...
or wait for it to grow
no matter how long that may take..

Glimmered warmth
congealed on the wintry rice.
A sumptous surprise
melting apart the frosty ice.

Twilit timbers
radiated rays of sunny soils.
Rooftop thunders
swirling and softening snowy oils.

Phthalo pastures
engendered the energy of dawn.
Spring's riant arrival
among winter's mix forgone

d r i p p l e, d r I p p l e,
her toes echoing the ripples..

s o o t h I n g s o l I t u d e,
her tensions slowly spawns to elude...

w h I r l I n g w I n d s,
swift saplings of the crisp crimson...

l I m e l i l y p a d s,
citron circles luring the lags...

s w a y, s w a y,
her leafless legs basking the bay.

God is my lifesong, my lovesong,
every song I have sung.
He is the oppressive orchestra
strumming life through my lungs.

He broadened my voice
to praise Him across the biosphere
up to the uppermost obstacles,
but a whisper beckons Him near.

He'll elevate my voice
caroling to His sweet symphony.
I'll proceed,overcome, and overflow
in the puissant Psalms He put in me

every wandering day left in agony
searching for spots to go,
decifering how to feel
thoughts like powdered snow,
everything is too real.
oceans misting down my eyes
and psyche plundering ice
quickly melting down my skin,
nobody encounters the misty  lice
anchoring from the emptiness within...

I could have wallowed up a million
reasons for us to stay.
I could have given up a million
things, but it wasn't this way.

Instead my heart took a million
whips and cracked apart.
One lash of beating bruises
crinkled down to a million shards.

I could have said a million
I love you's, it wouldn't have changed.
I could give have kissed you a million
times, but my soul  still estranged.

Action could not be restored,
my brokenness has no pace.
Beaten bruises remain a million times
nothing bounces in place.

Some choices have to be made
even if it's pain is so severe.
You can't go living with something
that leaves you everyday in tears.

Take a deep breath and
clear your cluttered mind.
If you relax, think a while,
you will soon feel fine.

The problems may not go away yet,
but starting the process will help.
Just take your time, breath,
and learn to love yourself.

Every place you go
has destiny.
That's why it's
called a destination.

Everything you think
is a dream.
All you have to do is
use your imagination.

Everything you create
is a part of you.
You just have to let go
to see what your hands can do...

cold confetti
fused flakes of  f r o s t
onto her silk splashed skin
and her lucidity  longfully l o s t...

a ****** braided bun
mantled the misty move of  m a g i c
under the navy novels  of the night
flowing on the fiber of her floral  f a b r i c....

a seamless, sastrugi sky
crested colors of celeste and cobalt  b l u e
warming a wild wave of magnetism
melting the magnolia mist of the daisy  d e w...

if we are

  created from dust,

     dust is gold,

        why should we

             think of yourselves

                     any less?

Every day I always
pray for more.
I ask myself
what I am getting up for?

Every day it's the same,
no excitement, no fun.
Most days are cloudy.
Just wish something could be done.

I do have hope for the future,
but it never seems to come.
Every day makes me feel
so idiotic and so dumb.

Wishing is my only chance
for this to not be this way.
Although this is my current life
every single day...

Every step you take
takes you to your next destination.
Some roads may be straight or curved
or some sort of alternation.

You will come across many bridges.
Some up high and some on the ground.
Some will navigate you to beautiful sights
and some will have scary, creaky sounds.

Bridges enlighten you on a new paths.
You don't know where that will be.
Each bridge will tell you something.
You just have to step forth and see...