she kneels down
listening
to nothing
but repulsive breathing
we used to talk,
but now
we just listen
to the sounds
of our restless eupnea.
after awhile of these
flat and banal nights,
the lines to our phones
are broken, cut in half
just like our hearts...

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.

Be yourself.
Never be someone else.
You were made to be you.
Everything you go through
is meant for a reason
why you go through every kind of season.
You should live to be you.
This should always be true.
Be true to yourself.
You shine like pastel.
Every color shimmers
and brightly glimmers
on you.
You can grow and accrue
but you will always be you
of who you are meant to be
as you live to be free.

Randy the Robot
was a little robo tot.
He never went anywhere
and he did not think that was fair.

He was stuck in the lab
and he always tried to grab
a toy of some kind
just whatever he could find.

He would start to play
and play and play away.
This would bring him such joy
until his maker would say "This is not a toy!"

Randy felt that he was missing a part.
This part was a heart.
He was curious how it felt to beat
and how it fluttered ever so sweet.

He would ask his maker to make one.
He explained how it would be fun
but his maker would say a lot
that a heart is not made for a robot.

His maker began to see
that Randy was not very happy.
So he made his creation a heart
and how Randy was ready to restart.

Randy opened his robot eyes
and due to a pleasant surprise
Randy's new heart began to beat
and with joy it fluttered ever so sweet.

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

If...
If it ever happens.
Feeling like it never will.
If...
If this can help fill...
a gap deep down.
If...
If I can stop feeling bound.
If...
Will become a when.
When...
When it does
you will be free
When...
When makes an if
a possibility.

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.

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.

Golden colors
emerge with
the breezy weather
amazing wonders.
Leaves fall
and crumble
as you watch them drop
one each after all.

A prayer is not a checklist
of things that need to be prayed for.
It's a love, a real connection
from your heart, mind, and much more.

A prayer isn't bowing on your knees
or having to close your eyes.
It's a faith, it's a hope,
and a love that never dies.

A prayer is what you make it
coming from your heart.
Just call on His name,
that is all you have to do to start.

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.

I life my hands
and give you You praise.
I raise my voice
and sing Your name.

You are everything to me
and I'm everything to you.
You are everything I need.
I just want to worship You.

I lay myself
at your feet.
I cry my eyes,
you are all I need.

I hear Your voice
and I am brand new,
and even still
I just want to worship You.

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.

It's time to grow.
Grow together.
Goodness will flow.
Flow righteously.

It's time to let go.
Let go of fear.
Falling like snow.
Snow turned to a warm heart.

It's time to sow.
Sow in someone's soul.
Love will show
when you change.

They flutter and fly
as they leave each branch.
They flutter together
like a butterfly avalanche.

The tree is their home
where they destined to be,
but they do roam around
readily and free.

Together they will stay
in their butterfly family.
This place will always
be their butterfly tree.

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.

black
and
white.
we flutter
together.
never
forsake
or
leave
each other.
we are
forever
in flight
just as
we are
in
black
and
white.

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.

A stroll in the calm scenery
a swift breeze at your face
New beginnings start this season
as you stroll along in the park.

Blossoming colors spread all around
Mind and eyes capture and marvel
Every green, yellow, gold, red, and orange
all draw close to a picture reflecting on your eyes.


Crumbled leaves brushing on the ground
other leaves cling and slowly hang on branches
Leaves crunch as your polished boots prance away.
Fall's season begins your peaceful amble.

A Day's View
A new day begins
with a beautiful sunrise.
Light peeks through your window
as you slowly open your eyes.
As the day marches on,
you do what is on your agenda.
As hours go by,
the sun grows slender.
You drive home
as the sun centers down.
You glaze at the beauty
as it disappears to the ground.
Soon to become a white light
to take to the sun's place.
The sky full of darkness
but with stars and space.
You crawl in bed
for it's time to snooze
You smile gladly
at your moonlight view.

Blood stained the ground,
thunder made a crashing sound.
His body torn with skin ripped
all the wounds sore from being whipped.

Love was found in that blood
which seeped in our souls from the mud.
The rain stopped as His body taken away.
No other moment measured like on that day.

That love in that blood carried to the tomb
and broke the rock with a giant boom.
Light struck everywhere to the sky,
but this was not His last goodbye...

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.

Everywhere
I turn,
there is nature
in need
of description
and meanings
much greater.
Everywhere
I turn,
there are
words to be
explored
and many
stories to be
poured.
It's about of
who I am.
I can never
let it go.
I'm a butterfly
full of words
that charters
and glows.

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!

When you look at the page,.
and there are no words.
Your mind is spinning.
It only disturbs.

Searching and searching
you spend a lot of time..
Your mind is wandering
for that perfect rhyme.

Sometimes it takes a while
and it stresses you out.
You have a gift for poetry
so no need to pout.

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.

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.

She climbed gently over the branch
and she rolled up her jeans
and dipped her feet in the cool water
as she watched all of nature's scenes.
She was enthused by the colors
of every reddish, golden leaf
and everything so  vivid mirrored
on the wavy water beneath.
She retrieved her book
she had next to her yellow sweater.
She enjoyed each chapter
as she enjoyed the weather.

Bundles,
piles,
and mounds of snow
trampled on this mountain.
No living things appeared.
All there was
white,
cold,
and frozen
substance of snow.
Rumble,
roar,
and tussle
the mountain made.
Slowly then faster.
The sky
was gray and ashy
as the rumbling continued.
So the sounds became actions.
Mounds,
pounds,
and hills of snow
tumbled and plunged.
Loud, blasting sounds
grew stronger and stronger.
Slowly they began to stop
and terminate and cease.
Sounds came again as peaceful
as the quiet mountain
returned to normal.

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.

color of the warmth
of the brushing of the leaves
crushing of harsh winds
blistering at your heart strings
as seasons consistently change

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.

Give Him your heart,
He can make it whole.
He can turn your broken heart
into a righteous soul.

Give Him your life,
He can give you more.
He will give you faith
in your time of war.

Give Him your face,
He will give you a glow.
It will glisten like the burning sun
or the purity of the shimmery snow.

Give Him your emotions,
He will wipe your tears.
He will overshadow all hurt
anything causing your fears.

Just give Him your all,
and let His presence in.
He will give you everything.
Just give it to Him.

Love,
such a simple word.
Can be so much more
when it is heard.
Love,
a precious gift.
Giving us peace
and our heart a lift.
Love,
more than you can think.
When meant to be,
hearts are in sync.
Love,
will always be present.
If it true and genuine,
then it is meant.

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 lay and wait by the tree
reading her exciting book.
She felt a chilly breeze
at her face as the trees shook.

Intrigued in her reading,
she read how the town was saved
and everyone was happy at the end
and new beginnings were paved.

She look at her watch
and couldn't believe the time!
It was 11:00,
and the bus was supposed to be at 9.

She was engrossed in her book,
she completely missed the bus.
Now when she will have to walk home
and her mother will make a fuss!

Flowers are blooming
and the grass is green.
The sky is vibrant blue
, and the trees are lean.

A beautiful day it is
for spring is here.
The sun is shining,.
and the air is clear.

You can cut off my hands
and I will feel less pain.
You can stab my heart
and it will feel the same.
There is no pain like
losing someone you love.
Knowing time is short
and it is never enough.
My heart is lost without you,
not a beat, not a flip,
and everyday you will be
the one I will truly miss.

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.

When tears stream down,
He was there.
He gave her a reason to smile.
A reason to care.

She was carried on His shoulder
and seated on His lap.
Her little body shook
as He made her laugh.

When real life kicked in
with her real dad.
She went to her heavenly father
for this was the real one she had.