Twisted, golden curls
bounced on her red, silk dress.
A theatre full of surprise and tension.
Everyone dressed in their best.

Iced sequins glistened
as she strutted her way in.
Dark, leather seats cushioned her body
and the show was ready to begin.

She imagined her life so grand
like the gorgeous actress on stage.
Living a tale of majeed ventures
unraveling after each page.

Gracile finger tips tapped with wit
on the charred arm rests.
Music so melodic and mighty
mulling of the plot's earnest quests.

Her eyes blinked and a tiny droplet
streamed when the play was done.
Another one to be portrayed,
who knew what was to come?..

tiny, troublesome fingers
touched the tips of my tears.

your blue, radiant eyes
oversee the brews of my fears.

I look to my little baby,
my precious baby girl.

I never want to see you cry because
you have no father in this world.

never want to see a droplet
surpass your eye.

never hear your father
say his last good-bye.

that he would welcome you
with warm arms.

or to never lay a hand on you
causing you harm..

may his blue, radiant eyes
be forever yours.

that this man can give
you so much more...

Under the deep depth
of the black undertone of her eyes
is a world of extreme imagination
expanding to a great size.

A mind so enchanting
full of wonder and bright ideas.
Exploring wondrous thought trials
sacred and sweetly at ease.

A luminous light
blossomed a bulb in her mind.
Thirsting for adventurous words
only she could pine.

You are broken,
but there is a reason.
Beautiful shards of you
are changing in this season.

You may feel empty,
but your brim is filling up.
Crystal clear waters
are brewing in your cup.

Don't let these damaged
pieces bring you down.
These pieces are jewels
attached to your crown.

Hold on just a little bit longer.
The pain will be over.
You will grow stronger.

Life may have beaten you down,
but you are strong enough
to lift yourself off the ground.

Don't be afraid through this trying time.
Your help is coming this way,
everything will be fine.

Just try to smile and live on.
You can do this.
You are strong.

Blossomed gold skies
awakened her brown eyes.
Her thick lashes batted away
as she saw the sun start the day.

Glimmering sunlight peeked below
in the white curtains of her window.
She glanced down on her light sheets
slumbering her chest to her pale feet.

The sunlight brightened her heart
and she got out of bed for a new start.
Enjoying the juice in her favorite cup.
She was so glad that she woke up.

Over 2000 years ago,
one baby arrived to save.
Show kindness to sinners,
and rise from the grave.

Born to show us
love isn't always beautiful.
Smelly stables and beating blood
would be suitable.

To show us love
in unusual ways.
To be kind, reach out,
and to love always.

Sometimes in life we may be
surrounded in smelly barns.
Beaten and bruised in blood,
but that's love conquering our storms.

A long, frustrating time

will never last long.

Uplifting, swirling wings

will soon make you strong.



Time may had let you down

when you thought all was doomed.

Your body done and restless

locked in a cocoon.



You will soar and discover

the highest of blue skies.

You will conquer, you will grow

and you will rise.

Ghost white flurries
parade silently on the slanted *****.
Little drops of winter blessings
unraveling sheer chutes of hope.

Almighty's shining spotlight
hanging in Picotee sky.
Magical and radiant
messengers roam and angelify.

The Lord's house powerfully
sustained and stood.
A calming and Celeste night
begat winter's blessings on the wood.

Everyday may seem
like a mess,
but just remember
you are blessed.
You are living
breathing in your lungs.
You are dancing
to songs needing to be sung.
You are alive
that is most important.
You have destiny,
a birth meant to be.

Celestial love
blossomed in her inner self
She let go of history
for she now seeking help.

She beckoned for His presence
for tired of living in fear.
Graveling for more
pining Him near.

After many years
of enduring this emptiness.
She at last unfurled heaven
and floated with His faithfulness.

a window
that her eyes grew to know.
cloudy skies and cloudy visions
blistered like snow.

thoughts
dark and forlom.
her broken esprit
grew tired and worn.

time
spent in misery.
she ached for repose,
but her head growing wintry.

waves tickled
her pale, cracked feet.
the salt filled air
felt so largely sweet.

the wind breezed against
the skin of her burning back.
as the sun took a closing toll,
the winds slowly slacked.

the pumpkin glow rayed
on her ***** blonde hair.
it lightly glazed
on her soft skin so fair.

the porcelain moon
glistened on the waves so brisk.
onto her warm, ivory skin
lay the soft, moist mist.

Every night
you come to my mind.
I think of us together,
but that makes me sigh.

I think of our memories.
Every one is special to me.
I don't want to let go,
but I might have to set you free.

We had our good moments,
but those have come to an end.
We fight more like enemies
than lovers and friends.

I really do love you,
but you don't feel the same.
Now here I am
thinking of your name.

ivory gown
dripped into the stagnant m e r e...

her barren feet
inhaled the moisture so c l e a r...

russet strands
brushed at her amiable f a c e...

umber foils
dust the ground with golden g r a c e...

her musings
swimming in a soaring s t r e a m...

arcane visions
lost in a seraphic d a y d r e a m...

Scarred and broken
with words left unspoken.

Wishing things were clear,
but sadly we are still here.

Time doesn't seem to heal,
it just seems tougher to feel.

All the moments we had
now hurt so bad.

I just want us to be okay,
but instead everything is gray.

If only I knew what to do.
I know I still do love you.

I just hate what we've become,
it just seems all is done.

Hopefully one day I'll understand,
but for now we have to do what we can.

Soaked in
clemency and grace,
into this place
I search for Your face.

Blood stained
on your nailed wrists,
into this place
showers endless bliss.

Darkened nights
grow colder and colder,
but into this place
I lay warm on Your shoulder.

Serene security
resides deep inside us,
and into this place
we are right beside Jesus.

country girl
toddled back home.
sepia leaves traced behind her
tumbling on the flaccid, dusty loam.

country girl
in her licorice colored boots
daydreamed at the piebald trees
rotting from their roots.

country girl
dancing in auburn checkered dress
sprinted home mirthfully
looking like a mess.

A winter breeze
brushed against the tassels
of her velvet scarf.

She breathed in
the misty, wet smells
that melt her heart.

Her mittens tickled
the warm, scarlet wool
padded in her pockets.

Winds back and forth
against the snowy trees
rocking large  snow deposits.

She smiled at the
mushy, muddy tracks
her boots evenly made.

She bunched up
a big ball of powdery snow
and in that she played.

She looked around the table
at every smiling face.
She also was smiling
to be happy in the place.

Turkey and mashed potatoes
piled on every flowered plate.
Everything tasted so good
and the company was great.

As she opened her eyes
her dream was not so.
She looked around the table,
everyone eating slowly in silent woe.

Her heart sagged a little
for this is what family has become.
They should be happy to be together
united as one.

Her little toothless grin
giggled as the bubbles blew.
From weeks to months to years,
beyond my eyes she grew.

I would braid her thick curly hair
as she danced in her own way.
She would run to me
from the school bus everyday.

I would tell her my life stories
before she would go to bed.
As I said goodbye and good night
I would kiss her light tan head.

With her bear in her arms
we would do her homework together.
She said we were best friends
with glue that lasted forever.

I had this precious gift
for one time in my life.
Just a little bit of love
shined her little, bright light.

Bundled in a blanket
with a fire next to me.
Working on a poem.
Everything is cozy.

Crackling of wood
awakens my mind.
Orange flames
slowly shined.

A fire burning
is so nice.
For a poet,
this is paradise.

Trees of many colors
from burnt orange to gold.
So many words to be written,
so many stories to be told.

She drove past all these,
mind already writing poems.
Gazing at the hues
with the winds just a blowing.

She lives in a world of words
rather than in reality.
The world may be a bad place,
but she sees the beauty.

I'm strong
but not strong enough
they tell me.

Some battles
in my life
are not worth fighting.

I try to not be angry,
but try not to
keep it inside.

I'm not scared
and I'm not
trying to hide.

I may be broken,
but I'm not shattering
my pieces on you.

I'm strong enough
to live my life
and that's what I'll do.

she embraced the ground
shoveling and shoveling.
a deeper hole it grew
tunneling and tunneling...

she dug a hole for years
for what she thought was right,
but it left her confused
in a cold, shivering fright...

alone in her thoughts
she has no one to talk to,
trapped in a giant hole
not knowing what to do.

she could try to keep shoveling
until she found the light
or she could turn around
to what she left behind...

His love will never stray away.
He planned it that way.
As beating ended, pain was diminished
With his last breath,He said It is Finished.

Those three days must felt an eternity
but from this act of love we are free.
He rose to show us love never fails.
His power will rain and hail.

Chills tickle our spines
when the story intertwines.
How we got what we didn't deserve.
His love showered in His final words...

If you were never born,
there would be no tomorrow.
So you think that's great.
No more sorrow,
but you would never see the sun
or live to be happy.
Never embrace life to the fullest.
Nothing to wonder, nothing to be.
You were given a life for a reason.
Live it, don't live in the past.
All will be gone in a sweep.
Life goes by too fast.

Every color so beautiful
like a painting to your soul.
A sweet and stunning image
shaping your heart as whole.

Colors so fresh to your eyes
absorbing the tones it breathes.
Dyes take over the green
to soft yellow and red leaves.

A time for old things to go
and embrace new things to arrive.
A beautiful image this is.
Such a time to be alive.

she gazed
out of the window
wondering
what was there.
this stuffy house
bored her wild mind.
this she could not bear.
she implored to explore
adventure to find...

her curiosity had her
daydreaming in the forest.
Avocado leaves tremble briskly
singing its season's chorus.

she listened to the sounds
of squirrels swarming
jumping from tree to tree
like they were performing.

chirp, chirp goes the birds
growing its iridescent feathers.
Animals assembling together food
for the crisp, chilly weather.

she daydreamed
as she studied the mantis green
stems tickling against her sweater
fostering a picturesque scene.

All the trials she has faced,
every obstacle in her way
can never compare to the grace
God has flowered in her day.

She lived many days frowning
but now she can rejoice.
No more crying or drowning.
Just a sweet song in her voice.

She gave Him her everything
which strengthened her to grow.
She found her everlasting King
and she will never let go.

What a wonderful world
we all get to see.
Traveling and living
all so free.

Breathing fresh air
and the sun shining down.
Pearly white clouds in the sky
and bright green grass on the ground.

Experiencing life, love, laughter,
and all of this gift has to give.
We should all be grateful
we have had a chance to live.

Her pink dress matched
with her pink, satin shoes.
She was so excited.
All was brand new.

She twirled around
in her little, pink dress.
She loved to twirl.
It was always the best.

She wore it to school and church
and even for a few birthdays.
She dressed it up and down
in all different ways.

She one day outgrew that dress
which made her sad,
but that dress lasted
and she was glad.

Later on in her life
she was truly blessed
with a precious, little girl
who she put in a little, pink dress.

She has hope
even when seemed lost.
She wanted to be happy
no matter the cost.

Her thoughts were dark
even in the brightest of times.
She tried to look and feel okay,
but her heart just couldn't shine.

She still has hope
but she will find it in her own way.
She doesn't have to find just anything
to brighten up her day.

Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.

Darkness triggered the moonlight
with no wolves howling
causing a deep fright
for a walk in the night.

Clouds cover the stars
with cold winds against the trees
with things as spooky as they are
you better not go too far.

As the owls shout who
and you hear a loud noise.
You don't know what to do
when you turn around and hear boo!

She lay in the corner
hungry,*****,and cold.
She was all alone
and she was only 7 years old.

With her parents dead,
she was left on the streets.
Her body covered in scars
and blisters plastered her feet.

No one noticed her abandonment
all too busy with their own lives.
She will rot in her grimy skin
because no one hears her cries.

she grabbed a soft stone

and eyed  the skipping it does.

she inhaled the misty, fall air

and twirled her auburn hair.



she glared up to the canary leaves

dangling thinly on their limbs.

her flats tapping to the music making

of the trees strumming and shaking.



she beckons down

at the candy corn fronds

wading in the morning stream

like an autumn's dream.

Sometimes God puts a comma
because your story is not over.
Sometimes He puts a period,
but He will give you closure.

The beautiful flow
of rushing droplets
racing to the stream.

The sun glimmers so bright
onto the this lovely thing
with it's radiant beam.

Water so fresh
and so fine
that of its grayish blue.

A sight so breathtaking
as it shimmers on every eye
taking in the water front view.

All her body covered in tears
like a salt filled bath.
A river of water
flowing in her path.

She tries to swim in her tears
one drop after the last.
Every memory haunts her,
she can't escape her past.

She envies the happy
standing on the sun.
Being able to stand in peace
not having to run.

Though we all have problems
we try to run from,
and if we escape too many
it won't be just some.

It's hard to stand
when you're drowning in tears.
Do all you can do
in order to conquer your fears.

Life gives us a chance
to capture more than one.
Maybe one day you will be happy
and standing on the sun.

She lost her touch.
She lost her smile.
She hasn't been herself
in quite a long while.

Every day she'd look,
but all seemed gone.
She lay in bed
for all was wrong.

Her thoughts and actions
were not her at all.
She'd crumble at every step,
every mile, every fall.

She stayed this way
for a couple of years.
Waking up to sadness
and lying in tears.

After all this time
she wants to change things.
Let hope take a hold
and let happiness sting.

She will find her touch.
She will smile.
She will find herself,
but this time in a short while.

She lays on a canoe
whirling gently on the stream.
Her red dress shimmers
as the sun gives a great beam.

She smiles at the sky
with its radiant blue,
and porcelain clouds
and air fresh and new.

She enjoys the sounds
of the bustling, rippling waves.
Towards to a land
and the path it paves.

She picks flowers in the spring
and eats popsicles in the summer heat.
She jumps in piles of leaves in the fall
and in winter fuzzy socks snuggle her feet.

She wears her spring dresses
and swims in the deep.
She shivers in the autumn breeze
and shovels snow filling up quite steep.

She views new plants growing
and tans in the sun so bright.
She glares at the glowing  colors
and plays in a snowball fight.

She looks to the butterflies fluttering
and jumps in a pool.
She picks golden, juicy apples
and is bundled in blankets of wool.

No matter the season
she is giddy  and free.
In every season
she is who she is destined to be.

dreary, overcast skies
she enjoys.
winds rustling by
she takes right in.

the wet, damp branches
drip swiftly on her skin.
the tree twirls and dances
shaking all its limbs.

the green slowly fades
taking away all the life
but embraces the shades
so beautiful in their own way.

Is it too late
or do I have a chance?
I want to live for tomorrow.
I want to sing and dance.

Is there enough
time for me to see the light of day?
Am I given another chance
to reclaim my name?

The clocks are ticking
and I hear do I have enough time
to be myself, to grow,
and have what is mine.