Her heart beated with the music
as she listened to every word.
Some meaningful
and some disturb
but her heart knew
it rang with each song
ever heard.

I feel full
but yet empty.
Intensely sharp,
but yet dull.

I'm stable
yet unbalanced.
I feel willing
yet not able.

I feel in the dark
but yet a blink of light.
Cocooned,
but ready to take flight.

She looked in the mirror
and couldn't help but fear
her own reflection.

If just then, what if the reflection disappeared?
We would have nothing to fear,
or would we?

If reflection was not here,
no more of a seer,
what would we believe?

But if there were no insight,
we won't know we are made just right,
there is not one imperfection.

The sun shined upon the buds

and rain caused it to sprout.

It grew and grew

until it shot out.

The flower enjoyed each dip of rain

and every ray of sunshine.

Everything was well

until too much was out of line.

The sun became too hot at times

and rain came too much or too little.

The flower couldn't take it

and petals became brittle.

Splashes of color

makes our eyes explore,

Searching and searching

for so much more.

Anything can
Be made or
Created for
Delight for
Everything that
Fascinates us.
Good things can
Hold us
In our minds and
Jumps and
Kicks in our hearts.
Love can
March us into
New
Opportunities and
Part us
Quickly away from
Roads that
Subtract us from
The path.
Unraveling a
Victorious time to the
Way that
Xylographs
Your life in a
Zap.

Holy Spirit come,
let us all receive some.
Let it sprinkle and rain
and wash away hurt and pain.

God's power flows down
rushing greatly to the ground.
Flashing down on God's people,
breaking the walls of the steeple.

Overflowing through the cracks
of the wood and it never slacks.
It reaches for every heart and every nation.
Rushing in and through from God's salvation

pastel blossoms
twirled and wrapped
around her head
some pink and some red.

each delicate petal
lies gently
on this rosy crown
feeling light and unbound.

every pigment
shines from the sun
a bright, pale gold,
a color faint but bold.

Snowflakes shaking and dancing
onto the roof of the old brick house.
Prancing and lancing
toward the ground.
Each flake with a different structure
but each one is glimmering
one after another
with a whispering windy sound.

Some things are too far away
and some things aren't close enough.
You are always searching for a way
to find happiness and love.
Some hearts are crying in pain
and some are beating with thrill.
Some are still hiding again and again
and some see things for real.
Always trust the Lord
because life is a crazy ride.
Keep looking toward
along with the breaking tide.

When we were together,
we took flight.
We discovered every inch
and every sight.
Under you wing
I feet secure
until one day
our flight had a detour.
Your fluttering wings
no longer fluttered with mine.
You floated away
and my wings began to decline.
I felt scissors slowly
cut against my back
causing me to fall
and my flight lost track.
My wings were gone
as I fell from the sky.
Losing my heart
and my ability to fly.

One Christmas Eve
when I was four years old
I climbed into my bunk bed
shivering from the cold.
Anxious for Santa to come
I asked my sister if I could
crawl in her bed.
I laid on the opposite side
and lifted up my head.
Surprising my little heart
outside my window not so far.
Something I only thought was
in the Bible but there was
the shining Christmas star.
Shimmering brightly
outside my window
I watched it glitter
and I watched it glow.
It stayed there all night
on that night of December.
It was so cool to me
and I will always remember.

leaning against her bench,
purple petals blossomed
and the sun shined brightly
and the grass was cut nicely

well cut bushes carried
these lovely blossoms
just so swimmingly
and the petals flew so freely

she read for a few hours
listening to the moving wind,
now the sun lowered gently
and she finished and signed sweetly

the moon sparkled
like an angel in the sky.
it laced around the galaxy
as shooting stars fly.
night comes to an end
as dawn blossoms
like a marmalade rose
rising from the bottom.
day goes by
and night will appear again.
a lovely lunar will stream
all the light it can contain.

I think I'm different,
but maybe I'm not.
A diverse poet
but that's what I thought.
I try my hardest
to write differently
so there won't be
poets like me.

Across the wavy seas
I see everything.
On this boulder
I stand amazed
along with the breeze.

Skies so potent and scenic,
The trip took awhile,
but I made it
and it was worth it,
but should never be repeated.

Every rock covered in green
leads to a path
and curvy roads
that leads to castles
ever so beautiful and foreseen.

Under the essence

       of delicate roses

              lying swiftly and gently

                      as you're roaming

                              on your distant path

                                   leading to an unknown

                                      magical destination...

We all grow.
Pain may hit you,
hurt you,
but you will glow.
Every moment
of your life
you are together
or broken.
Growth puts you
where you need to be.
Hard time approach,
but you always get through...

Barefoot in the evergreen forest.
Each step I feel every speck of dirt,
every strain of grass
and hear and everything at rest.

Splashing drips of waterfalls,
chirping of small birds,
and creaking of windy branches,
and the cracking of rocky mountain walls.

Each moving sound has peace around
Every whisper, ever singing song.
Closing my eyes as I listen
laying gently on the ground.

Petals unfold from
the sunshine you bring
into my life.
Joy and comfort open
wide as you sing
sweet songs.
My heart rises
when I hear your
uplifting voice.
I feel my wings
want to soar
as you encourage me.

Inside of me,
your heart is
tangled
with mine.
Inside of me,
our love is
always
divine.
Inside of me,
is full of
fluttering
butterflies.
Inside of me,
you shine like
pearly
skies.
Inside of mine,
our love will
never
subside.
Inside of me,
you will never
leave
my
side.

Taupe limbs covered
with powdery snow
clumped together
with a silvery glow.
Harsh winds brush
each crystal mix
drops to the ground
from the taupe sticks.

Her pen strayed on the paper.
Not a word to be penned
Her thoughts were blank
as with the paper would blend.

She sat and sat.
She wondered and wondered.
Her heart was trying
but her mind was plundered.

She would attempt for hours
but nothing would come.
Not even a slice,
not even a crumb.

She would eat, think,
and stressfully walk.
She couldn't find a cure
for her writer's block.

Her raven black hair
would shake and fly
as she danced
happily, happily by.

Her bare feet
steeped and wiggled
as she played her drum
she twirled and giggled.

Some moments she would
stand and think deep thoughts
as she would be lost
in glorious nature spots.

Her town found her strange
as the young woman she was,
She was much more,
but all they could see was flaws.

Her heart was in the right place
and that is all that mattered.
She would dance and play
with her long hair scattered.

Her dark eyes carried
no hurt from the people's remarks.
She would do her own thing
and her light would always have sparks.

A snowy midnight moon
glazes over your window.
Ice cold winds try to breeze in
with a rushing flow.

Peaceful dreams encounter you
with an angel's sweet voice
calming you from the brisk winds
and effecting you to rejoice.

Dreams bringing such positivity
and wondrous light
Glorious stars settle in the skies
for this magical night.

Angels sing such amazing songs
floating in your dreams.
Wings ever so heavenly
like radiant, sparkling beams.

Rest is taken softly
on this chilly Christmas night
where angels are flying
with magic ever so bright.

Misty white sprinkles
dance and twirl their way down
on the old, abandoned bridge.
The skies are faded and gray
and the ground wet and umber.
Vibrant lights brighten the dreariness

and fills warmth to the blistering cold.

Christmas enlivens the dead misery

that sometimes embarks on our world.

Stirring in our hearts
torrid colors
reeling in our spirits
everlastingly
near an amazing God.
God created
to make us strong.
Healing to the weak.

Awoken by the
sun
from a night's peaceful
slumber
Safe in my blankets
under.

Eyes glaze beyond my
window.
Rise of a new
beginning
got me dancing and
singing.

A new day has
begun.
The sun is brightly
shining.
The day is full of
surprises.

Every shooting star
is my heart
uplifting so far.
Billions and billions
but I picked you
out of millions.
Twinkle, twinkle
went my heart
with dashes of sprinkles.
The light in your eyes
shimmers as I smile
with the moon rise.
Together under the stars
no starry night
is better than ours.

Life can be hard.
All paths are difficult in some way.
Some crooked, straight, or curved
through silent nights and rough days.

It's all about purpose though.
Your path leads you, guides you
to the purpose you were made for
and no matter what will get you through.

Problems don't define you.
You can stand tall
and face the battle
and every single fall.

Thinking,
Having,
Appreciating,
Noticing
Kind
Full
Unified
Love

Breath-taking
Enlightening
Amazing
Unique
Thrilling
Inspirational
Fine-looking
Unabated
Love

Along the lake,
her feet danced
in the ripples
of the wake.
Along the waves
crashing against
her little legs.
The joy she craves.
Along the lake
she splashes
and enjoys the
memories she'll make.

The path is unknown.
Her heart thumps heavily
as she feels she's on her own
and the road is not levelly.
A curve is bound ahead
unanswered questions twister
as her head feels like lead
and her feet begin to blister.
This journey has had ups and downs.
She wants the downs to be over.
No more pain and corrupting sounds.
Tired of this rover.

Changing colors
scattering with the others.
All golden, red, and green
fat, wide, flat, and lean.
Jumping with glee
and spreading them all free.
Cold winds blow strands of hair
and face feels the chilly flare.
Coats, boots, scarves, and all
are embraced in fall.