A beautiful white blanket
Covers the ground
Not a soul was outside yet
You couldn't hear a sound

The first snowfall
How majestic are the trees
Painted with pure white
They are so beautiful and bright

Here comes the plows
Salt trucks too
Covering the beautiful painting
With black and some blue

What a shame
Let nature be
At least the didn't salt the trees

These are a few
of my favorite things
My hair in the wind
Being pushed in a swing

A warm cozy blanket
on a snow covered night
Leaning over to give
kisses goodnight

A letter in the mail
from someone I love
A gentle touch
Or a great big hug

A song that is heard
At just the right time
A memory held dear
Deep in my mind

The words "I love you"
When life seems rough
Looking in their eyes
And knowing that's enough.

The little things matter
so much to me
They give me such joy
And make my heart sing

I'll cherish these things
Always and forever
For when I am feeling down
The little things I'll remember.

1/14/15 crystal dawn

How to be unhappy all the time:

it's not hard
to be sad
and angry
and unpleased with the world
because the way you see the world
is how you feel
but the way you feel
is how you see the world

and you think,
if all you see,
is the happiness
of your friends
and family
in their life's
and loves
you'd be
inspired
to be happy too

but all I see
is the lack of love
in my life
the lack of someone
to remind it's alright

all I see
is the girl whose found her love
and they are happy together
and I'm happy for them too
I'm just sad for myself

all I see
is the girl with her girlfriend
desperately in love
and I'm happy for them
I'm just sad for myself

all I see
are my friends happy
in everything that happens
and I'm happy for them
I'm just sad for myself

I know wallowing
in self pity
can't get me far
but it's hard to be
happy
when the world
doesn't feel that way.

-r.y.s

A black maid enters.
Cowed, inarticulate,
she makes obeisance to her mistress,
our erstwhile heroine.

She is given a menial task
in a perfunctory fashion,
and you thrill at this splash
of historical colour.

But her mistress's command
is irrelevant.  She is fully engaged
with two vital functions
with which I have entrusted her.

The first: she has bathed our heroes
in moral ambiguity -
she is a shortcut to complexity,
rendering the important characters
doubly fascinating,
bathing them in pathos.

The second: she has pleased you
as you recognise your own outrage:
"Why must she be black?
Why can't they treat her better?
Don't we live in finer times, you and I?"
And a happy reader
is a reader who will proceed,
enlivened, vindicated, affirmed.

And thus freshly enslaved,
she returns
to the sculleries of my imagination
as we press nobly on.

I got my wings clipped,
My heart ripped,
Stripped, of my pride and glory,
Show me,
how the grass is greener on the other side.

I just, might just, take a risk,
At least, this time I wont have anything to lose.

Set loose,
Who's shoes do I have to wear,
Care,  just to show,
What has been there ever since.

Ever since I abandoned my fear,
Never looking back from the rear view mirror.

A hero to lost causes, forgotten stories,
There's always more to it,
Then that which is told,
Liquid metal in a mold.

Shape your self,
Don't be shaped,
In the end of the day, just like me,
Alone you are left.

Still felt like it was a theft,
Even though I only tried to keep you to my self.

I cannot promise you any set number of years. We both know fate has control of a part of our lives. I can promise you that for as long as I breathe I  will love you  with every fiber of my existence, I  can promise you that I  will give you all  that I  am.  I can promise you love like you have never known I  cant say felt for there are things that have brought us to where we are now.  I can say forever  because I  will love you beyond  forever  and eternity even if I  love  you from where wings flutter as whispers  from hummingbirds or doves,  maybe even angel wings.  I can hope it will  show and give you a love  to carry within you always. You gave me back my dreams and fantasy with reason to believe in love once again . I promise to cherish us and our love even if it is from another place  but my heart is yours  till forever and eternal. when I  say I  love  you it is as you say for always and I  say forever .


© 2015 cherry rose

I have to slow down
I move to fast
Learn to make each moment last

Before you know it
It’ll be tomorrow
Hope it’s happy, not filled with sorrow

You never know what the day could bring
It could be happy, or full of sin

I won’t know until that moment
Which way the wind will blow
In a blink it could all be over
The moments gone, and I’ll never know

You appeared out of nowhere
Years ago on a warm evening in Europe
Your tiny and elegant shape, your short blond hair
Our relationship was sweet and short
Then, who knows how, we lost each other
Trails of life bringing us to different ends of the world.
Fifteen years and the dark tunnel was suddenly over
I found you, again, as if you were newly born
And you had not changed a bit
The very same smile
The same sparkle in the eyes
As if you were mine.
Thanks for being who you are
In my heart you will never be far,
My friend forever.

Her mind, like the eye of a storm,
Her heart, the center of a maelstrom,
Her being, a thunderstorm
Her pain, clouded and grey

The winds carry her agony, mostly,
consisted of heart break and misunderstandings.

As the captain that doesn't abandon his ship,
no matter the weather or circumstances,
I will endure this storm,
I will survive it, row till I reach the center.

At the very center, lies a treasure,
A treasure priceless, a treasure immeasurable.
A moment of nirvana,
In such moments, lies eternity.