Voices inside of me, voices outside of me, all telling me what to do. Its hard enough just to wake up in the morning. So much pressure to be this or that, pictures and ads show me what they think perfect is. I cry because I don't fit in, but then the people I am told to be like look miserable. I eat because I am hungry not because I have a problem. I don't like sports because I am not good at them. I enjoy walking because it makes me feel good to see nature. All of these things seem to make me odd. I can't find where I fit, I am a round peg in a world full of square holes. Is there anyone that feels like me. I am lonely but I can be very friendly. I don't mind corny jokes and imperfections. I just want a place where I can be myself.

The dry orange leaves fall from tall trees
Carried by a blowing wind
This season has the softest breeze
The season where the coats are thin
The season where the snowflakes fall
The season that you hang with kin
And buy gifts from the shopping mall
The season of the dying weeds
And distant relatives coming in
The season children cough and sneeze
This season’s the season when

The roaring of thunder
Sent forth within your hand
Creating your image
In the likeness of man

Your eyes radiant with fire
Your mouth is the sword
We will rejoice and proclaim
Our Savior and our Lord

A love that reveals eternity
With abundance of mercy and grace
Search my whole heart
I'll continue seeking your face

I run upon your mountain
Where you always set me free
Your words laid upon my heart
A revealing love you have shown me

Die young not bombed.
Heal wounds instead of
making new scars. Bleed
in shades of love instead
of different shades of red.
Make gentle love don't ****.
Plant flowers instead of ****. Scatter the seeds in the soil
and let the hungry and the
poor feed. Write poetry with
good intentions to allow your
words to caress a thousand
broken hearts. Use your ink
wisely instead of abusing it.
Listen to one another. Hug
your children when the sun
rises up. Say a prayer for your
lost ones. Light candles every
night for world peace. Gather
with your family over a warm
feast. This is how you'll change
this world to a better place.
This is how you'll paint smiles
on a million sad faces. This is
how you turn each other's
frowns upside down. This is
how love should spread on
mother earth's
grounds* ~

I'm a little snail with no
home or tail. All I carry is
this shell over my shoulders
and back.
Wondering slow and lost
into God's woods.
Living with the constant fear
of getting squished like cookie
dough by someones shoe.
Afraid of loosing my cool and
hiding for an eternity inside
my shell.
I'm a snail who goes wherever
my minds tells me to go. To
places that are high and
low.
Under leaves and branches
of trees.
I'm a snail who doesn't want
to live the rest of it's life alone
and blue.

A snail who wants love , a wife
and a cozy home.
I'm a snail who wants to have
children and a wedding on pretty
river stones , where
the water floats by and
the fish pause to awe
and sigh* ~

The passion we shared
Was the source of
My tears
But maybe
I love it
Because our struggle
To find total peace
Is what made our bond stronger

I was on a ship in the dead of night,
The sky black with tiny sparkles
And un-named constellations,
For a long time I stood staring
At the night sky and sometimes
At the blackened dark sea.
I gathered my imagination
And made shapes of all sizes and kinds.
I had visions of lovers reaching
But never quite touching;
I saw the mercy of a man and his
Dog in the woods finding
A lost child.
And suddenly in the darkness
All alone I heard the ocean make
A hiccup, a small fish I glimpsed
Under the moonlight.
Suddenly I realised the fish was making
Constellations too,
In his own world
In the sea making shapes as well.
And when I searched the sea
Once again, I swear
I could almost see the fish swimming
Through the stars
And through the moon,
And the reflection of the sea
Was a galaxy all its own.

I'll try to be
The best I can be
For you
If that's what you need me to be