When we were young
Life was a simple, straight sidewalk;
Lined with grasses and paved with smiles
And covered in chalk

When we were young
We could run hand in hand and
If I ever happened to fall
You would pick me up again

We shared smiles like animal crackers
And laughs like candy
And even a bed, but it was okay
Because we were young

We spared every moment like the last sip of juice
And shared them with no one
We never split, and it was okay
Because we were young

When we were young
You always had something to teach me
And I enjoyed to listen
Half the things I know you taught me

When we were young
I never thought we would end up like this
I never thought our sidewalk would become a road
With two lanes

When we were young
I never wanted to let go of your hand
And now I can not reach you
Or feel your touch again

When we were young
Life was a straight, simple sidewalk
I want to go back to that
And see the pretty chalk

I want life back to sharing smiles
I want our fingers clung
I want life to go back to how
It was when we were young



#17_5/8/14

The most bitter tears fall to the earth forgotten.
Seep
Drip
Fall
Splat.
Drip drop,
Puddle puddle,
Tink tonk tap.

The most bitter tears fall to the earth forgotten.
Leak
Lunge
Fall
Splat.
Pitter patter
Seep sop
Tink tonk tap.

#16_3/19/14

Is this what depression feels like?
Being so sad
Feeling so lonely
Wanting nothing more than to cry and weep
In bitter, angry roars of sorrow?

To feel complete and utter
Uselessness
Like a failure
Waiting to die
Or be taken away by the winds of sadness
To dry

Is this what depression feels like?
Being so stuck
Feeling so sick
Wanting nothing more than to pry your own heart out
And fall
Never to feel any thing again?

To want to not to want
Ever
To give the heart a rest
Form the pain
And sorrow
That it may breathe again

Is this what depression feels like?
To not want to go on
To quit
To die
With out ever being able to say
Good bye?

Is this what depression feels like?



#15_11/30/13

Imagine he were a tree
See the leaves, the beautiful leaves?
See the beautiful patterns as they dance in the wind
Now imagine time is the wind

Imagine I am the child
See her so happy, see she loves the leaves?
Imagine the tree is her's and she is the tree's
And imagine time is the wind

Imagine she plays on the tree
See how she hugs it? See how she loves it?
Imagine her sorrow if the wind blew her leaves away
Now remember, time is the wind

Imagine the wind is mild
Can you see all the patterns in the wind?
Creating dances soft and mild
And yes, time is the wind

Imagine the dances
See all of nature join in
Hear the song that nature gives us
The susurrus of the leaves in the wind

Imagine the leaves a-blowing
Imagine all the patterns in the wind
The leaves; they're leaving, they're going!
Recall, what was the wind?

Imagine the tears of the child
As she tries to catch her leaves again
She can not bear to see then going
Oh, time, you wind!

Imagine the sorrow in her heart
Running, running; never stopping again
But she can't stop them, but only gaze
Upon the patterns in the wind

Imagine her running, oh, the child
See her stumble, and fall to the earth?
See her dirt stained tears as she watches her love, her life,
Vanish in patterns in the wind

Imagine, as she lies in the dirt
As she lets the tears of sorrow run down her face
See, the wind brings back a leaf; just one leaf
Oh time, you wind

Imagine her joy, when she sees the leaf at her hand
See she hugs it, she loves it, and plants the seed within
She wants to see her tree, but growth is in time
And time is in the wind

Imagine her joy, imagine her peace
When she sees her tree again
See the leaves, the beautiful leaves
See how they dance in the wind

Imagine the child is happy
Because she now has he, the tree
Dancing with leaves and the wind
As she watches all the patterns in the wind



#14_10/8/13

He's so beautiful when he's sleeping.
And even though his eyes are closed
I can tell he's dreaming.

He's smiling while he's sleeping.
And even though he may not know it
I can see him beaming.

His eyes are bright when he is sleeping.
And though his eye lids try to hide them
I can feel his soft eyes gleaming.

I shouldn’t watch him sleeping.
For if he wakes and sees me here
He'll know that I was looking.

Is it strange I watched as he was sleeping?
It's just when he sleeps he looks so happy,
And he's warm and soft when he's sleeping.

I shouldn’t watch him sleeping.
For I look really silly here
And there's a chance he's peeping.

I want to touch his face a-sleeping.
But we are not alone in here
And the others'll think I'm creeping.

I love to see his face a-sleeping.
And it pains my heart to know he knows
Others find his face appalling.

I can't wait 'till he's done sleeping.
I want to hear his voice like thunder
But right now he is sleeping.

I can't wait 'till he's done sleeping.
I want to see his eyes of fire
But right now he is sleeping.

I want not to bother him, or wake him while he's sleeping.
I just want to watch him 'cause
He's beautiful when he's sleeping.



#13_3/31/13

My feet are bare, my toes are curled
I stand upon the wet winter morning grass

My arms are down, my nose is up
The winter morning wind is on my face

But as I stand there, what is to catch my eye?
It is, indeed, the winter morning sky

How I love it, the way the sky glistens beyond the treetops
The rainbow of orange, pink, then purple

This show of colors, it brings the cardinal and redbreasts out their nests to sing
And yes, we do have them in the winter

This display of wonder
How it makes me feel so warm yet so cool

This display of beauty
How it makes me feel at home yet so far away

This display of greatness
That paints the whole sky from horizon to horizon

This display of colors
How they dance across the sky from cloud to cloud

It's beautiful, isn't it?
How He starts every winter morning with His artwork

His brush strokes are perfect
He makes sure every colored cloud is in its place

He truly is a genius
To think He does this every morning, different every time

To think
It's so beautiful and complex, so elegant

To think
He does it on purpose, just for us

To think
Every winter morning, He sits down, and paints the winter morning sky

#12_2/25/2012

Love is a delicate piece of art
It is beautiful in every way
Beautiful to look at, to be around
And warms any heart

Love is a handcrafted porcelain sculpture
God sits on his throne and fashions it Himself
Each person's love as different as a snowflake
He finds joy in doing this, He is the only one who can

He decorates His work with figures such as open flowers
He may use gentle songbirds, or brave angels
Every one is different
He then gives us our love in our mother's womb

We are born with it, we live with it
We try to let it show
We embrace it, we share it
But we don't just let it go

We must be careful to whom we give our love
Not everyone is worthy, they may drop it
It will shatter to pieces, and we are left without it
Our hearts are left broken

My love was broken
I never tried to mend it, only God can mend it
But before you try to mend it you must clean it up
It is a shattered mess and only time can clean it

Then God must come down through someone to mend this broken love
He picks someone very special to do this
When you meet this very special person they restore your love
You forever share this love

I have met this person, the one God sent for me
He mended my love and it is now whole
It now shines with songbirds and open flowers
It now glows purple

My love is now whole because of him
I never want to lose him
He mended my love
Oh, how I love him


#11_2/23/2012