Resting on the river
on a blissful, quiet day..
All you can hear is water waves
on the shifting, waking bay.

Paddle, paddle, paddle,
goes your oar on the pond.
Sparkling waters pass along.
You grow quite fond.

Bright in the crisp, morning sky.
Shining over mountains so high.
Glistering in the arising dawn.
Shimmering a light upon.

New beginnings start this day
as the sun rises in a blessed way.
Glowing over the majestic hills.
Blossoming over the flowered fields.

Rose blossoms absorb the sunlight.
Needed for their breath-taking sight.
Birds chirping as dawn begins.
The sun now awakens.

When I'm with you
times fades away.
When I'm with you
I enjoy the day.

When I'm with you
our love is thick.
When I'm with you
good-bye comes too quick.

When I'm with you
I never want it to end.
When I'm with you
I love the time we spend.

Pleasant smells awaken my senses
as I turn each page.
My mind is in great thought
along with the age.

All I hear is wind drafting at the trees.
and birds singing a sweet, gracious tune.
I retrieved a book from my library
because I wanted to read that afternoon.

Reading in my garden is such a delight.
I lay here and glaze at the flowers
as I unravel every page of my book.
I do this this for countless hours.

Lying on a pillow
crying tears.
My eyelashes crumble.
I'm trying to face my fears.

Life is hard.
Crying seems easy.
Only in private though.
I don't want to seem needy.

They say crying makes you strong
then why do I feel weak?
I don't understand things.
Why i haven't reached my peak,

Weeping on my pillow
I start to bethink.
It's all right to be me.
My fears start to shrink.

Slow currents.
Crashing waves.
Fresh air.
Misty glaze.

Winds volitant.
Splashing seas.
Crisp sky.
Salty breeze.

Soaring seagulls.
Wondrous blue.
Crystal clear sounds.
Limitless view.

I am not a label.
I am strong. I am stable.
Don't label me.
I am not a piece of property.

I am not my mother.
I am not like any other.
I am me.
I am who i want to be.

I am myself.
Yes, I do need help.
Sometimes I cannot stand.
I am a strong woman.

I am who I am.
I can do what I can cram.
I am who God made me.
I am created perfectly.

Shattered pieces fall from the mirror.
Is this my reflection?
Why am I here?

Is there more to me?
Is there more than my body and my brain?
Do I have destiny?

When I look in the mirror
I see broken, an unfinished project.
Is there something bigger?

Embrace the broken in the mirror.
Let your brokenness shine.
Let your brokenness shimmer.

You are more than your fractured pieces.
You are a king or a queen.
Your beauty, your heart, never ceases.

Flowers blooming
in a majestic, green grass.
Clouds are looming
in the beautiful, blue sky.

Butterflies flying
with their glistening, colored wings.
Nature is drying
from an April shower.

Trees growing
in its verdant, colored leaves.
Spring is showing
in an alluring and blessed way.

She sits quietly under a grayish, pine tree.
Her brown hair blows along with the wind.
She reads her book with meaningful glee.
Reading until the end.

She imagines of being a story girl.
Seeing exotic, new places.
Traveling around the world.
with all different spaces.

Fighting in battles
and being rescued.
As each page unravels.
This adventure is to be continued.

She suddenly awakens
as her book is now finished.
She takes a book to break in.
Another adventure for a new image.

Flying deep above the flowing water
is the Ocean Butterfly.
Its wings  are blue as the waves totter.
Its beryl wings fly so high.

It lives in a tropical tree with others.
Where they live free
in their beautiful ocean colors.
Where they are destined to be.

These beautiful, beryl butterflies
are special in every way.
They fly above the sunrise.
Brilliantly and gleefully away.

The Sun is Rising.
What a Beautiful Day.
The Sun is Rising.
Don't let the day fade away.

The Sun is Shining.
The clouds are pearly white.
The Sun is Shining.
The Day is beautiful and bright.

The Sun is lowering.
The sky is greatly full of color.
The Sun is lowering.
It's a calming and Beautiful summer.

The Sun is Gone.
A glorious night will now appear.
The Sun is Gone.
Until morning, the sun will be here.

Grapes on a vine.
Lilacs in a field.
Purple is so divine.
Purple is so real.

Violet in her eyes.
Lavender in a candle.
Purple is a sweet surprise.
It's hard to mishandle.

Sea urchins in the sea.
Sea shells on the shore.
Purple is the color of royalty.
Purple is so much more.

Purple is in the pen that writes.
Writing words so bright.
Purple are the wings of a butterfly.
Spreading its wings so high.

Purple is the dress she wears.
Purple is a color that cares.
Purple is loyalty.
Purple is what describes me.

Stand by the sea.
Stand high on a mountain.
Put your feet in and feel free.
Get close to the sun.

Climb trees in the forest.
Feel a breeze from the wind.
Feel safe in your rest.
Flying with no end.

Dance in the rain.
Feel the volcano's heat.
Embrace no pain.
Rumbling under your feet.

It's good to be alive.
Its a blessed day.
Get up and strive.
And breakaway..

Her bare feet beneath her...
Walking slowly through darkness.
Her heart is black from pain.
There is no happiness.

She is lost.
She is going through grief.
A pain that is slow and painful.
Dark clouds surround her beneath.

She hopes the sun will shine soon...
Adding color once again to her life.
Grief is never easy...
But the sun will come bright.

Be different.
Be who you want to be.
Go somewhere.
See what you want to see.

Inspire someone.
Be what that person needs.
Lead someone.
Help them to lead.

Dream big.
Don't put yourself down.
Stand up.
Don't hit ******* the ground.

Believe in yourself.
You are strong.
Live freely.
We don't have long.

Love someone.
Love more than before.
Go to the beach.
Have your feet touch the shore.

Do something.
You are a star.
Be and do whatever.
Don't be afraid to be who you are.

You walked away, why oh why.
You walked away before her first cry.
You walked away from your could have been wife.
You walked away from your could have been life.

You walked away from your baby girl.
You will never be a part of her world.
She will try to replace you.
She will think this will help her too.

You missed her first crawl.
You missed her first fall.
Yo missed every birthday.
You are missing her life every day.

You left her with a void.
You left her with a pain she can't avoid.
You left her with an abusive man.
You left her unable to stand.

This happens every day to girls
Fathers don't want to be a part of their world.
This makes their hearts sore.
It makes girls look for more.

God made each person beautiful in their way.
Please let them be something one day.
Women, you destroy the life of someone to be.
You just took away somebody's destiny.
To pregnancy, don't think it's just a maybe.
Women, why can't you think about your baby?
Why abortion should you do?
What if your mother did that to you?
Beautiful people begin as cells.
They may not be pretty at first but oh well.
They grow to be pretty, clever, and smart.
Why can't people just have a heart?
Abortion is ******, and you should know that.
I don't care if you don't want to get fat.
Babies should be cherished and loved.
Don't you want that from God above?

Behind the walls and cement is me.
I keep myself hidden behind this wall.
The wall is built quietly.
After all these years, it has grown so tall.

This wall is built by hurt of others.
The pain wrestles with broken hearts, broken promises, and being back-stabbed.
It's hard to trust these acts of followers.
I deal with these feelings of feeling robbed.


God, help us, from this spirit of brokenness.
We have searched far and wide for an answer.
God is the only one who can help us.
It spreads like cancer.

This hurt aches in our hearts.
It stabs in our backs.
It breaks our bones.
It also confuses our minds.

Our Father will heal.
Then we will find what is real.
The people we need. The words they say.
Let our eyes see what is in our way

Poetry, the words of life.
That are told to shine a light.
That show our emotions and fears.
That make us fall in tears.


Poetry, a love of words.
A love that never disturbs.
A love found in a book.
A love that makes you look.
For things deeper inside.
Words that will make you cry.

Poetry, a world of wonders.
In words that make you ponder.
In a place you would never go.
But in a book, you are known.
In poetry, you want to try.
And in those words, you want to fly