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Jan 2011 · 941
Shine
Breanna Stockham Jan 2011
Together we shine like a star,
here I am and here you are.

Disregarding friend or foe,
here I am and there you go.

Fake a laugh, buy words to say,
there you are and here I'll stay.

Hide your flaws so they can't see,
there you'll stay and here I'll be.

You fit the mold, I'm like a stone,
Shining brightly on my own.
Jan 2011 · 531
Nature
Breanna Stockham Jan 2011
Breathe in, breathe out,
it's natures way;
the tide-
it comes and goes.
Though you cannot
predict the time,
the wind-
it always blows.
While you may try
to force a bloom,
the spring
wakens the rose.
No matter what
is hurt or lost,
the time
constantly flows.

Nature's next move
is something that
we know
nothing about.
We control all things
in this life;
nature
goes on without.
Jan 2011 · 659
This is Your Day
Breanna Stockham Jan 2011
Your lover left you
yesterday,
You noticed a hair
that is gray,
you gained five pounds
this holiday,
it seems that nothing
goes your way.

The sun will rise
and set each day,
The moon gives light
to lead your way,
flowers bloom to
brighten your day,
how can you say
things aren't your way?

Beauty is truly
everywhere,
uncross your arms
and leave your chair,
open your eyes,
become aware,
this is your day;
life's not unfair.
Jan 2011 · 589
Last Place
Breanna Stockham Jan 2011
I'm not sure when,
But at some point,
Life turned into a race.
As others fight,
to beat the rest,
I keep a slow and steady pace.

Everyone's screaming,
So others can know,
What place they are in.
I stride in silence,
As others pass by,
And watch them take the win.

Those ever in first,
Only see themselves,
And how they appear.
Their actions are,
Guided by,
The crowds roaring cheers.

Last place allows me,
To step back,
And see more than myself.
By losing the race,
I win more,
Than a trophy on my shelf.
Jan 2011 · 779
Thorns, Rain, and Dirt
Breanna Stockham Jan 2011
Reaching for the sun,
Perfectly made and admired,
It is a piece of art,
It is highly desired.

I wonder how a rose,
Being so beautiful,
Could ever feel worthless,
When it is such a jewel.

I wonder how a rose,
Could ever feel hurt,
I only see perfection,
It sees thorns, rain and dirt.

How can the rose not see,
Thorns, rain and dirt are planned,
Not to punish, but to help it,
Be the best it can?
Jan 2011 · 647
Looking Down
Breanna Stockham Jan 2011
Sidewalks packed with people,
looking toward the ground,
it's either negativitity,
or heads weighing fifty pounds.

Maybe they look down so rain,
will not get in their eyes,
or maybe they're upset the sky,
isn't always as colorful as sunrise.

It's easy to miss what isn't seen,
but they'll probably find whatever they lose,
they're missing almost all the beauty,
but at least they have nice shoes.

Instead of always looking down,
why don't they take a look around?
They'd find interest in beautiful things,
instead of perfectly tied shoe strings.
Jan 2011 · 791
Why Not Now?
Breanna Stockham Jan 2011
A man stands on the side of the road,
a cardboard sign, alone.
A woman starves to feed her son,
who's there to help? No one.

A broken world so full of pain,
you close your windows and the shades,
so you don't see, but you hope for
someone to find them all before,
it is too late to save their lives.
With some help, they can survive.

But why not now? What's stopping you?
'Cause if you don't, who's going to?

A man stands on the side of the road,
you gave some change, but he's still alone.
A woman starves to feed her son,
you gave her food, but only once.

A broken world so full of pain,
you close your windows, and the shades.
Sometimes you peek, and hope that more,
people help them all before,
it is too late to save their lives.
Just like you did, so they'll survive.

Why not give more? What's stopping you?
'Cause if you don't, who's going to?

A man stands, no longer alone,
money in his wallet, he's home.
A woman's fed, so is her boy,
three meals each day, she's now employed.

A broken world so full of pain,
you open your windows and the shades,
so you can see, and now you are
the one that helped them all before,
it was too late to save their lives.
Because of you, they will survive.

Reach out to more, what's stopping you?
'Cause if you don't, who's going to?
Jan 2011 · 890
Left Hand Lane
Breanna Stockham Jan 2011
You are always in a rush,
So much to do, no time to waste,
You won't slow down and relax,
You're living in the left hand lane.

You finished off your to-do list,
You only hear the clock's ticking,
So you make another one,
No time to see what you are missing.

Living in the left hand lane,
You miss the calmness of the sea,
You don't know when the flowers bloom,
No time to feel the gentle breeze.

Living in the left hand lane,
Can't see clouds float across the sky,
You miss the beauty of fall leaves,
And the power of looking in peoples eyes.

Living in the left hand lane,
And asking how time's flying by.
Did you forget it's up to you?
Just slow down and move to the right.
Jan 2011 · 1.5k
If I Close My Eyes
Breanna Stockham Jan 2011
If I close my eyes,
limits fade away,
what I want to do,
I will do today.

If I close my eyes,
winter grass is green,
I can create,
a brand new scene.

If I close my eyes,
all will be okay,
I'll turn dead flowers,
into a pretty bouquet.

If I close my eyes,
I can fly today,
when I hear the tunes,
I'll let my body sway.

If I close my eyes,
this will be my day,
'cause when I close my eyes,
I can see the way.

— The End —