You have touched my soul filled it with your light once I was lost in a world made of Darkness then you rescued me and gave me purpose.

That is to sing the song of life and fill the hearts of many with love so their souls may glow just as bright as mine does. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Driven mad by time.

Sometimes when you need the answer's that you seek the ticking of the clock can drive you insane when everything you hold dear is on the line.

A minute turns into hours inside your mind.

It makes you crazy with anxiety and when the answer finally come you feel like the world has been lifted off your shoulders and you can breathe for the first time. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Cold winter night's are filled with stargazing, hot cocoa and stories by a roaring fire that warm your soul and fills your heart with unconditional love. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

You sold your soul to the devil and spoke hateful words to the ones who love you most.

Your soul is turning black like tar.

You've gone too far there're no comebacks now from wherever you Are poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Beautiful and bright They are as the moon shines upon them.

The children of the Moon is what they are.

As the moon looks down upon them they are filled with their father's love and they start to glow like diamonds in the sky. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

The Road Not Taken is full of mysteries and Avenger's we will never know.

All because we decided not to take that path and venture outside our comfort zone. And maybe we'll learn a lesson from this one day that we should go to an unknown land and Conquer it with our courage. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

I went up to the bank and pulled out my 45 and ask for all the money.

She said baby doll Why are you doing this?

I got babies at home that need to be fed.

Life ain't free hell it ain't even cheap.


I need the money to help set us free. Again she said baby doll you got bag's under your eyes when was the last time you slept.

And I said I'll sleep when I'm dead because there's no rest for the wicked. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale