Time is a fickle thing. It is never on our side of course it's never against us even though we feel like it is sometimes.

Sometimes we feel like it moves too fast when the ones we love have vanished from our lives and other times it moves too slow when we have nothing to do.

but time is not against us or for us.

It just does its job Counting down the hours The days the months and years. Its job which is to move forward that is all. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

The meaning of life is simple it is to live.

It is to enjoy every step you take and Every Breath You make.

It is to enjoy spring in the flowers that it brings, it is to enjoy Summer and the Sun that shines, it is to enjoy fall in the howling wind that blow and The leaves that change their colors like they been painted by God.

It is to enjoy winter in the snow that falls and in the new year that has yet to come. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

I believe that the world is filled with magical creatures that we cannot see we cannot see them because we have lost our childlike Wonder.

And children are the ones who believe unconditionally with all of their hearts.

Maybe we should look through eyes of a child once more and we will truly know what it means to believe. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

I forgive you for what you did to me.

because I cannot live with hatred in my heart any longer for if I do not forgive it will destroy me and I'll turn into a bitter hate-filled snake that you wanted me to be.

alive but never living. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Illusions are what our minds and hearts make up.

when we are on the verge of desperation and need a spark of hope but unfortunately like a trickster illusions show us what we want and then ****** them away from us with a twisted smile. Poems by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Eternal flame of love that shine so bright. My love never will I forsook you.

You are the air that I breathe that fills my body with life and my soul would never ending light. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Living in this house full of pressure and negativity has turned me into a volcano that will erupt at any second and when I finally blow my top.

it'll be too late to say I'm sorry.

“Because” I will be permanently gone to the land of insanity.

“As” my rage destroys everything in sight. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale