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.

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...

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.

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.

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.

An azure sky
received a blaze of light
shining with wings so broad
soaring with great height.
So freeing and liberating
and magical flight.
Shine glowing
as snowy white
glimmering in the day
and in the night.
Overflowing with beauty
is this glorious sight.

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.

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.

in the darkness

she hears the silence echo

like the air has a voice

and it follows where the winds go...



she listens for bats

to shriek through their wings

after fleeing from the light

her flashlight brings.



she stumbles on each crack

and shivers from the thought of breaking,

the light flickering on the path

from her frightened hands shaking.



soon her fear subsides

when a light appears at the end.

a great relief to her eyes

only the sun could send.

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.

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.

Under the essence

       of delicate roses

              lying swiftly and gently

                      as you're roaming

                              on your distant path

                                   leading to an unknown

                                      magical destination...

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.

far beyond

she looks to the moon

thinking deep thoughts

about this mysterious lune.

she wonders

if the moon could be wished on

instead of a star

and would it take long?

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.

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.

underwater

I drown.

underwater

  no sound



deep in troubles

  I try to muster a grin

deep in troubles

  I try not to sink in



no matter the depth

  I'll make it to dry land

no matter the depth

  I know that I can

She looked at herself in the mirror.
She wished that all her fat would disappear.
She thought she was ugly
because all she felt was chubby.

Her heart sunk when she went shopping
because she always felt like stopping.
She did find clothes and decided to try them on
but it seemed like all hope was gone.

She tried on one silky, red dress.
She thought "It fits fine, I guess."
She stepped out to look at the mirror
and say a lady sitting right near.

She signed at her image
and all she could do was grimace.
"You look amazing" someone said.
Her eyes bugged out as she turned her head.

Pushing all the negative feelings,
she finally realized she actually was appealing.
The woman smiled as she started to smile
and that smile lasted a long while.

She went out in that dress
and she totally felt her best,
but it wasn't the dress that made the part
it was the happiness and confidence in her heart.

Such a peaceful night.
Fireflies flaring around the gloom.
The moon glitters
as the twilight flowers bloom.

She lays quietly
and listens to the crickets chirp.
Soft sounds echo in her ears
and nothing can disturb.

Light shimmers on her blue dress
and reflect on her cerise hair.
The stillness keeps her at ease
not a strain, not a care.

She breathes the misty air
of this perfect, breezy night.
She opens her blueberry eyes
at this refulgent, shining light.

in the mist
of the seas,
the water brushes
against her toes,
sun bellows down
to night sky
and she stays
as water goes...

Her blue pen
scribbles
on new, fresh
paper
but her mind
trembles
somewhere
elsewhere.

Swiftly she moves
around the evergreen trees.
Her colorful wings swinging
against the invigorating breeze.

Her colors are vibrant
in the light of the blue sky.
Shining so bright
in the blink of an eye.

There she goes
in her bright,glary shade.
They flutter on with the others
like a flaming butterfly parade.

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.

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.

What if I stray away?
I will still be here.
What if you don't want to stay?
I will always be near.

What if I mess up?
I will still care.
What if I don't measure up?
You will,for you are rare.

What if I can't grow?
I will lift you higher.
What if I am too slow?
I will still have the desire.

Why are you still here?
Jesus smiled.
I will never disappear
for you are my child.

The race was ready to begin.
I was sure I was going to win.
The whistle blew.
I jogged as my pace grew and grew.

I ran and ran for miles.
I ran over hurdles and piles.
I ran faster than anyone could.
I ran straight into a large piece of wood.

I couldn't believe what I had done.
I should have never had run.
I tried to stand.
I looked up, and saw a hand.

A fellow runner grabbed my hand.
He helped me to stand.
He took me to a bench and stayed put.
He even helped me with my sprained foot.

We watched the race run.
We watched to see who won.
I wished I could have ran.
I was glad I was given a hand.

When others are in pain.
We should love them all the same.
If they cannot stand.
We should help them all we can.

We are born.
We die.
We say hello.
We say good-bye.

Our story has a beginning.
Our story has an end.
We have our family.
We have a best friend.

We may have a short life.
We may have a long span.
We go on dates.
We find a wife or a husband.

We get a job.
We have money to spend.
We have time with each other.
We have children.

We continue our lives.
We grow old.
When our lives are over...
These are the stories we told.

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.

Slush and stirring
snow.
Flakes sprinkle down and
glow.
Brisk winds bluster and
blow.
Crisp piles of ice
below.
Sparkles in the sky
show.
A wonderful winter we
go!

Just a few pleasant words
can make someone's day.
A compliment or smile
can impact in so many ways.

Take some time today
and throughout this week
to make someone's day
and to be kind and meek.

This step was the hardest,
but she did what she could.
She felt she couldn't do this
as much as she should.

Every waking moment
she couldn't get it off her mind.
She curled up in her bed
just to pass time.

She now felt alone
and she had no one.
She knew though
this had to be done.

Her mind thought with her heart,
but she felt that was wrong.
She knew hurt would take time
and soon she would be strong.

Each day she did a little
to get herself back up.
She wasn't there yet,
but she was strong enough.

Rain, rain is all it does
Pour, pour it goes outside.
Indoors has become so boring.
Under my warm blanket I hide
when water is just a pouring
which is all just a buzz.

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...

Darkness shadowed her sight.
She thought the world was dim.
The sun always passes and fades
There was never any light.
Then she saw her sunglasses' rim
and realized she didn't take off her shades.

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...

look to greater things.
let up your head
to see what it brings.
look up to the sky.
lift up your arms,
and let go and fly.

Roses unfold
millions and millions
that it seems.
A garden untold
of gorgeous flowers
and petals and leaves.
Red, yellow, and pink
scattered all around,
bright colors welcomed
as you lay and think
while petals settle.