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.

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.

The look in your eyes
breaks my heart.
The look in your eyes
stretches our strings apart.

The look in your eyes
gives me second thoughts.
The look in your eyes
puts my stomach in knots.

The look in your eyes
brings me to tears.
The look in your eyes
has changed in these years.

The look in your eyes
is not okay.
The look in your eyes
fades as you walk away...

Autumn leaves tell us to let go

and in winter our cares freeze in the snow.



Let seasons teach us in this life

its okay to let go, not to hide inside



As the cold blistering winds blow

let the confidence in us grow.



So let go of what is weighing you down.

It turns into snow and melts on the ground.

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.

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.

W h y
did I let you g o?
W h y
does this hurt so b a d?

W h y
didn't I k n o w
W h a t
I really h a d?

W h y
was there nothing I could d o?
W h y
do I so terribly miss y o u?

W h y
won't these feelings e n d?
W h y
did I have to lose a best f r I e n d?

W h y
can't I let g o?
W h y
can't the healing b e g I n?

W h y
do l still k n o w
t h a t
I still love h I m...

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.

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.

Uranian splashes of effulgence
painting the granite off the rocks.
Emitting the jewels of ivory pearls
proceeding from the aqueous curls.

Gardens of genus glaciers
gushing down rapidly.
Fountains of heartbeats toters
and misty sounds confront the waters.

Chilly chips of frost
awakens the window of winter.
Flakes of frozen trounces
pouring pitchers of priunious pounces.

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

Make a wish...
she blows
and watches
the delicate bristles
dance to the sky
where all her daring hopes
and prominent dreams
can become true...

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

a dose

  of sunshine

awakened

my eyes

when

your smile

flourished

   with mine.

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!

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.

tepid tides
tickled on the tips of her toes.

azure aqueducts
abated arenose agates as it blows

rippling rapids
recessed on her rimmed  ruffle

marine meanders
mellowed her masses as it muffled.

salving sands
stimulates her senses as solitude flows...

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.

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.

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.

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.

This earth                                    
can have you                  
drift into the sea.          
Searching,
wandering
for an answer.
When you are lost,
call on God,
He will make you free.

Nightmares trembled in her head.
Her heart drummed and her feet raced.
She wanted the dream to end
and to stop being chased.
She screamed as she bounced from her bed.
The little girl jumped and ran to her mom.
Her face was red from streaming tears
and they dripped off her face as she tried to be calm.
Her mother wrapped her arms around her daughter
and hushed her to sleep.
Cradling her small, fragile face
and brushing her tears with just one sweep.
Slowly the little one calmed down to bed
and she lay with her on her chest.
Feeling her heart start to settle,
she closed her eyes now for a rest.

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.

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.

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.

can I hold on
just a little bit longer?
I feel I'm getting weaker
instead of stronger...

the branches of my heart break
without your support.
winds crashing and beating
back and forth...

I can't live this way anymore,
either have to let it go and break...
or wait for it to grow
no matter how long that may take..

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.

Looking out the window
she wishes on a star.
Closing her sapphire eyes,
and wishing they weren't so far.

Longing that a wish
could fix problems she had.
Wondering if star powder
could erase the bad..

Shooting stars
wandering to and fro.
She watched and wondered
where those stars go.

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...

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.