Not enough to shine in the glow of day,
To be heard, to be seen, to matter, to stay.
In mirrors that mock with their fractured design,
An image of worth, too fragile, too fine.

Why are you the most loyal of all,
Yet no one is there when you stumble and fall?
Why do you fight for the ones you hold dear,
When they vanish the moment your battles appear?

Why do nights stretch with thoughts unkind,
Replaying words, rewinding time?
Why did you build that unyielding wall,
Is it safer to stand where no one can call?

Why does fragility feel like a curse,
As if opening up might make things worse?
Why do you wear a mask to survive,
Holding the ache that keeps you alive?

Why do you ask, when you already know?
Because the questions are easier than letting go.

What is the weight of wandering thought,
That drifts in silence, untethered, unsought?
Is it heavy with dreams or feathered with doubt,
Does it whisper within or cry to break out?

Why do tears fall when no one is near,
Are we longing for comfort or fleeing from fear?
Why does a smile often feel wrong,
Are we hiding a wound or barely holding on.

Why does silence scream louder than words,
Is its echo sharper than the wings of birds?
Why do memories linger like ghosts in the air,
Do they haunt to remind, or show that we care?

Tumbled smooth by time and tide,
A pebble starts its humble ride.
Born from a mountain, proud and tall,
It’s carried down by nature’s call.

Rivers twist and and rivers turn,
Its edges, sharp, begin to burn.
Rocks collide, a softened gleam,
Chased by currents in a stream.

The ocean calls, its waves embrace,
And the pebble finds its resting place.
Amid the sands it sits there new,
Its story is told in every hue.

Now hands reach down, a child’s delight,
To skip this stone, day or night.
It flies in arcs, and skims the waves,
A fleeting dance the water saves.

Collected then by a curious mind,
A pebble’s purpose is intertwined.
Thrown again, or kept with care,
Its journey could span anywhere.

Thank you for the morning at state, a great thought:
That talk, the drawing, and the comfort you brought.
Thank you for the warming huddle in the rain,
It helped all my shivers refrain.
Offering your hoodie when you were cold too,
The listening to music on the bus, just me and you.

Thank you for the fun practices we’ve had,
The rock fights which always made me glad,
In the school, stealing my hat to hide,
A story I’ll always keep inside,
And the day you ran with me,
A memory I’ll look back to see.

Thank you for your stories, the moments you share,
For waiting, for patience, for showing you care.
Thank you for helping me open up and trust,
For being you, for honesty, and searching for what is just.

Thank you for caring, for always being there,
For the growing friendship, a bond that won’t tear
Thank you for teaching me music, for the laughter,
The good times, and the start of a new chapter.

Beneath the burn of a blood-red sky,
The prairie whispers, the coyotes cry.
The tumbleweeds roll, the air grows tight,
Trouble stirs at the edge of the night.

The sun dips low, a fiery blaze,
Casting shadows through the dusky haze.
A lone rider stands with a steel-eyed stare,
Facing the horizon with a rebel’s dare.

Bootheels clink on the desert floor,
The rustle of dust, the creak of a door.
The saloon hum quiets, the cards now still,
As whispers speak of a brewing thrill.

Beyond the ridge, where the mountains loom,
A tempest brews, a frontier’s doom.
But the grit of the West won’t bow or flee,
For the spirit of courage rides wild and free.

She walks through shadows, the sun won't shine,
Her tears like rivers, tracing every line.
A heart that's pierced, through love and pain,
She stands alone, in the pouring rain.

A fragile smile, like shattered glass,
Clings to memories that will not pass.
The echoes whisper of what was near,
Yet all she feels is the weight of her fear.

But hope flickers in her weary eyes,
A spark refusing to compromise.
Though broken wings might never fly,
She’ll rise again, under the same sky.

Through shadows and storms, she charts her way,
Each step a promise of brighter days.
A girl lost in emotion, learns to stand,
Piecing a puzzle with her trembling hands.

Tick tock, the clock runs wild,
It’s hands unyielding, never mild.
Moments slip through cracks unseen,
Life’s tapestry, stitched between.

Tick Tock, the echoes play,
Stealing time, night and day.
Fleeting whispers, transient glances,
Dreams built upon fragile chances.

Tick tock, a heartbeat fades,
Golden hues to twilight shades.
Hold on tight, from then to here,
For time’s a thief, both cruel and clear.

Tick Tock, the story spins,
Losing, gaining, till it ends.
Yet in its rhythm chaos stirs,
Tick Tock: time is yours.

Was it real, or just a dream,
A fleeting shadow, a silken stream?
The world dissolved, as stars took flight,
And whispers danced in the velvet night.

Your touch was warm, but did it stay?
Or vanish like mist at the break of day?
Your laughter echoed, sweet and true,
A fragile thread spun from the morning dew.

We danced on clouds, kissed by the moon,
A melody that was lost too soon.
The air was thick, with love’s soft glow
But was it real? I’ll never know.

The dawn awoke, the spell untied,
The dream retreated, and my heart complied.
Yet still, I wonder, lost in thought,
Was it real, or just what dreaming wrought?

In his mind a mountain stands tall,
The circuitous path leading up to crawl.
With crevasses deep, both small and grand,
Each step a trial on what road to land.
Some paces easy, one can manage,
Others hard, needing God’s help to bandage.

He carried a burden, a weight so vast,
Haunted by echoes of a troubled past.
With trembling heart, he took a stand,
To share his truth, to take her hand.

With faith and trust as a guide,
A constant thought, naught to hide.
With all confidence, there he spoke,
A habit he so assiduously broke.

She who listened, had no judgment alight,
Seeing not his past, but his will to fight.
One day he will see, he was never alone,
God is always with him, through every milestone.

→I see you running too, although not by sight,
Your determination shines, a beacon in the night.
You’re one to admire, a work of art,
Your stride is strong and true, like the rhythm of your heart.

From where I stand, I watch, with hope and admiration,
I see who you become, as a piece of God’s creation.
On the mountain you climb, I witness perseverance shown,
And in your radiant blue eyes, the vigorous tone.

You may not be there yet, but one day you will know
I’ll always be rooting for you, and my love will always grow.
And when you reach that finish line, I’ll look you in the eyes,
Knowing you’re the man worth following, until the day that I die.

Latin’s a language, once so grand,
It was spoken across the Roman land.
It used to thrive with words so bright,
And now it lingers through the night.

A zombie language, roaming free,
Dead to many, haunting me.
In dusty tombs, in ancient texts,
The forgotten presence, it reflects.

Within the classroom, it’s brought to life,
Students wrestling with its strife.
A zombie language, haunting minds,
The ancient relic one still finds.

Magister chants it’s dusty lines,
Reviving long forgotten rhymes.
Latin’s undead, it haunts with grace,
A prevalent voice within this space.

A language lost, but not for all,
A language that may never fall.
In modern words and ancient prose,
Its spirit in each classroom grows.

In the darkness, I walk with fear,
Each step a trial, each breath, a tear.
But above the clouds, I lift my gaze,
Seeing the light, a future ablaze.

The storms roar, the wind pushes me,
But my heart stays strong, and my spirit free.
The stars shine, even in the dark of night,
They guide me, reminding me of the light.

I look up seeing God above,
His presence is there, I feel his love.
All my trials become paths anew
And all the darkness is filled with a brightened view.

The next time I falter, I’ll lift my eyes,
To the precious love, that goes beyond the skies.
God supports me, He shows the way,
And in his arms, I last each day.

You lost me,
It’s sad but it’s true.
So I wrote this poem, but only for you.
Roses are Red
And Violets are Blue
In my mind you were kind
And I thought you were true
So I gave you my heart
Then you tore it apart
The pain that I feel
Cut deeper than steel
One day it died and I didn’t cry
So I say goodbye, with no tears in my eye.

You lost me, and I found myself again,
The lessons I learned from the heartache back then.
I’ve healed and matured, with time as a guide,
No longer in the shadows, no need to hide.

The memories of you fade into the past,
I cherish the good, but know it wasn’t meant to last.
I walk a new path, with courage and faith,
Embracing the future with a smile on my face.

I found someone new
And I completely forgive you.
It was worth a try
But here’s my goodbye.

I had the feeling of emptiness again,
This time I’d rate it a 10/10,
I felt lost
But now I feel found,
So no more of my tears will hit the ground.
I thank my friends for all they have done,
For they have loved me more than anyone.
Now, before I give an adieu
Don’t forget to be true
For even God loves you
In all that you do.

As I remember him say,
“It’s ok not to be ok”
The feelings of pain will stay
But eventually they’ll drift away
You’ll be as happy as before
Like a newly open door
So don’t worry about the past
For it wasn’t meant to last.

You’re the most loyal person
But no one is ever loyal to you
You put up a fight for the people you love
But no one does the same for you
You stay up late at night
Overthinking things you’ve said or done
You’ve raised a barricade around yourself
So you won’t get hurt again
You feel so fragile that if you open up
The past will repeat itself
Now you wear a disguise
To hide all you feel inside
You people please just to feel at ease
And you forgive so you can try to forget
Most of all you feel like you have to say sorry
Even if it’s not your fault
Even if it’s not necessary at all…
Have you been that hurt?
Yes, by those I opened up to
Those who I thought were true
Those who may have been like me and you
All I ever really wanted
Was to be loved for who I am
But how am I supposed to open up
If they turn out to be a sham.

In the stillness of the night,
A mind awake, a constant fight.
Endless thoughts, a heart that aches,
Through the silence, the mind partakes.

Eyes wide open, sleep eludes,
In the darkness, the mind intrudes.
Wandering thoughts, a restless quest,
Seeking answers, finding no rest.

The moon’s soft glow, the gentle guide,
Through the labyrinth, where thoughts reside.
Up all night, with a heart so full,
(Endless thoughts, a mind to mull or Seeking the answers, feeling the pull.)

Thoughts of future, echoes of past,
Memories fleeting, moments vast.
In the silence, dreams are told
That one day you may see unfold.

Through the night, the journey goes,
A dance of thoughts, a mind that knows.
Endless pondering, a heart’s delight,
That come what may and come what might

As dawn approaches, thoughts still roam,
In the quiet, of this home
All these thoughts, questions that wander,
Beyond the night, the soul grows fonder.

In moments dear, our spirits soar,
With faith so strong, we seek no more.
The light of Christ, our guiding star,
Our struggle’s thief, we travel far.

We remember His abundant grace,
Through every joy, in every face.
His love is boundless, pure delight,
It casts away the slightest blight.

But in the lows, where crags run deep,
Hearts may falter; eyes may weep.
Despair and sorrow cloud our way,
And the light within us goes astray.

We question faith and feel alone,
In silent prayers, our feelings known.
In spite of this, His love remains,
Through the cross, he bore all pains.

Through highs and lows, our faith is tried,
In every tear, in every stride.
With the light of God, we find our way,
His grace secures us, come what may.

In Christ, we find our hope anew,
His love alight, guides us through.
In every trial, we grow in grace,
Until we meet Him face to face.

Latin is dead
Dead as can be,
First it killed the Romans
Now it’s killing me.

In the silent hours of night,
When tears fall softly out of sight,
I ponder love and life’s great loss.
What are the odds, beneath His cross?

A heart that once beat close to mine,
Now rests in peace, in God’s design.
The pain is sharp, the grief assured,
What are the odds of what I heard?

In every tear, I feel his grace,
What are the odds, in this dark place?
He holds me close, through every storm,
His presence real, His love so warm.

The echoes of your voice are sweet,
Now memories my heart will keep,
What are the odds that through this pain,
I find God’s love, and in loss, gain?

Through valleys deep, and shadows long,
In whispered prayers, He hears my song.
What are the odds, in my grief,
I find His peace, my soul’s relief?

I know you’re gone but your spirit stays,
In cherished moments, in countless ways.
What are the odds that even now,
God’s love heals, I don’t know how.

When dreams have faded into dust,
And heart’s companions, faith and trust,
When darkness seems to block my way,
A light within begins to sway.
What are the odds that I would find,
A love so pure, so gently kind.

With every step, in every breath,
In life, in joy, in pain, in death,
What are the odds?
I know it hurts, but it’s plain to see,
God is here, he walks with me.

The tears flow down
And they hit the ground,
She cries in dark places
Where she cannot be found.
Those eyes tell a story
Of anger, fear, and pain
You think that she is happy
But just look again.
And the scars and cracks of the past
Lay hidden under her skin to last
“Her smile is now painted
She’s a master of disguise”
You can find it all
Just look in her eyes.