pulling on a pigtail
chewing on a hangnail
tucking in a shirt tail
your hearts on the line

turn to a stranger
look him in the eye
you feel a little awkward
you feel a little shy
your hearts on the line

ducking in the restroom
fiddle with your hair doo
looking in the mirror
though it never looks right
******* in your tummy
checking on your ****
well you know what
your hearts on the line
well you know what
your hearts on the line

he wraps his tongue around our bodies
making us go at it like lions and tigers
his striped evil licking at our skin
our mouths play foul words
making us hate each other

i want it to stop
its the devils tongue
i want nothing to do with it
its the devils way
i want it to leave us
its the devils say
i want it gone from us
i want us to stay

the devil's sinking his fangs in us
making us fight with rage
there's nothing to fight over
if we just avoid his gaze
some times we laugh
but no there is no laughter
your eyes are black
and my eyes are worried

will there be another fight tonight
will there be peace and quiet
will the devil wrap his tongue
will we sleep in harmony

its the devil's language
and we want no part of it
let us have peaceful thoughts
and let us be without the devils tongue

okay this isn't a poem but i babysit a little girl named Catherine and every time  she comes to my house she has been ***** her diaper is always full of *** and sometimes **** from the day before, she never has been given a bath from what ive seen, and she is just now walking since i started babysitting she walks talks and asks for stuff but with her mom her clothes are *****, don't fit right and she is 18 months and still on a bottle? is this right i would love your opinion and any suggestions she also has 5 little teeth and she sometimes calls me mama. I bath her every day, i take her for a walk every day and she is a happy baby when she is with me at 18 months with 5 teeth is it time to change her routine? a sippycup and some solid food? she walks with shoes now and can walk on her own for 2 minutes at a time she is great with dogs and her mother wants her no where near animals at all

So many nightmares
So much drama
So much talk
So many problems
So much to do
So little time

what is with the time frame?
why not slow it down a tad?
something will hit you
why let all the stuff get in the way?

Silence
It spreads through me
like a wild fire through the trees of old
It may be deadly
But it beautifies their enchantment
Their beautiful wings spread open
And they fly into the spring wind
letting everyone know autumn is here
Silence
The birds singing their song
letting everyone know that morning has come
that it is time for the rain to begin
Silence
The wind through the grass
it sets itself against the gentleness
it sets itself up for a journey
Silence
its a piano playing for the last time
its the last day of school
its the secrets that lie within
its the power to hold a key
a key that you never knew you had
Silence
Silence
Silence
Let it be apart of your  first crush
let it be apart of your first child
let it be apart of your marriage
Let it be apart of YOU

Adopted
isn't it a strange word?
It separates us from you?
it doesn't change the way I feel
I feel just like you
HUMAN
I may be adopted
but I was born like you
I still live like you
so why would you think I am unhappy

the sun shines through the window as the young princess watches the sun rise and fall each day to see the colors change with light. the trees sway against and with the wind, their leaves dancing and the branches doing the tango as they settle the wind calms. the princess' crown was placed on the edge of the chair that she sat upon with care. the sky's color walk along the air as the wind blew them in the right direction. The singing wind blowing through her hair, and the sun dancing circles along her skin. the monkeys make the trees scream with agony and the monkeys laugh at their pain. the fairies flutter around the lilies and the dragonflies, they sing of their long journey and the life they lived just to reach their favorite spot. something was watching the princess without her knowledge and she seemed to understand all the animals and creatures she adored. the salmon and orange making her seem different in a way, they flew behind her creating wings. pinks and oranges spread beautifully across her new wings as she joined her best friends in the beauty of flight. and the night was drawing near, but the princess didn't need to know that she would be missed with her creative friends, but also with her family. drawn between family and friends she choose to be with both. family during the day and friends all night long, even if it was in her dreams her friends would always be with her. with her new wings she flew with the fairies and ran with the shewolf faster than lightening she returned just in time to join the sun as its rainbow butterflies spread their wings and flew with grace to gather all the colors to create a beautiful sunrise, they taught her to be herself and always believe in your dreams and friends.

her mother holding her hand as her veil covers her face, she waits for the right moment to walk down the ail. Her dress whiter than snow, as her mother leads her down to her lover. She dreams of the embras that awaits at the end of that long forgetting ail. with for-get-me-not's settled gently and evenly on either side of her she walks down toward her destiny as her belly is swollen with child and her mind wondering, she sees nothing but the smiles on everyone's face. Her mothers tears falling as she smiled along with everyone else. though her smile was with goodbye as her youngest child smiles and watches as her mother try's to hide her rain of loving joy. her mother rises the veil to kiss her forehead she leans over to allow the kiss, as her mother walks to the row to sit down. Her heart beating so fast she doesn't hear anything else. Her lover staring at her with an open heart. as they say their vows the dress seems to b weighing her down as they walk to the end of the ail. She made it down the ail of destiny, with her mother guiding her every move as she did when she started walking, as she teethed her first tooth, as she helped her ride her first horse. Her mother was there when she needed her and when her mother didn't want to let go she finally let her little butterfly fly away and leave the nest of her mother protective arms. Her butterfly hoovers over the road before running back to her arms and kissing her mother goodbye as she made her way toward a new life and a good husband to guide her through the tough times, but to her little girl her mother would always be her hero and protector

you ask what I can not give
a scar left upon my cheek
a nightmare waiting to happen
scared you will leave again
I want to know the truth
that you hide so well
scared to ask once again
you cant save the night
you cant save my dreams

tears run down my cheeks
you will not let me leave
I want a different mate
but you wont let me decide
I am not a toy
yet you pull the strings

am I your mate
or am I your play thing
I am scared of another bruise
I am scared of another scar
I will not stare you in the eye
I will stare into your black heart

you are no longer my mate
you are just a friend
and yet you try to find a way
to make me like you once again.

Joy is a gift that should show in everyone's heart, even the ones that are lost need a little joy. Its the look on your mother's face at the birth of your first child. its the smile on your sons face. its the day your mom gives you away at your wedding. its the time on the back of your first horse.
Its the choice you make to move out. its your true love's hugs, as you cry on their shoulder. its watching your true love as you walk down the road of marriage.
its the look he gives you on your anniversary. its the safe feeling while he holds your hand walking down the unforgotten streets.
Joy is never earned, Let it be given.

I walk the line of a stranger, every day I have walked the Earth it has been nothing but a mystory. The trees whisper their songs of sorrow and days of joy. Their spring of rage and guilt sways like a snake through the never ending path. The mountain's peak looks as deadly as a knife's edge, but to others it seems harmlessly and utterly defenseless. The sun shines upon its snowy tip as the night's eye makes it shimmer. I have never seen the mountain up close, but from afar. Mother says a lady should never gaze upon its ungodly hight. Yet I think differently than others, and often dream of touching the snow tipped mountain.
I too and defenseless against the stories the trees and animals have to tell. I sit and listen like a stary eyed little child would listen to his or her grandpa tell stories of old. Their stories always leave me sitting in the tall green grass as the next one begins their tale. They say the stars tell the biggest story of all, and all the history of the world can be read if one reads with a close eye. The stars have their story as i have mine, but mine may be harder to tell. I listen to the animals tell their stories with ease, but for some reason I can never seem to find the words to tell mine.

The light was so bright and blinding that I didnt really notice what lie beyond the whiteness. the trees were as white as the flower petals that lie on the frozen ground, but their leaves where the pink the flower lacked. The sky had no blue, and the clouds blinded the sun. An eagle lie in a nest atop a tree that was the biggest, but the nest was black with puddy. The proud animals stand still as the trees that surround them. the gown lay heavy on my shoulders as I walked down the path that lead to nowhere but kept going. The gown was as white as the tree's bark before me, but I needed to get somewhere. out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of black run out from the trees. Once the figure came out of the white shadows. Its hooves beat like music to my ears, and its eyes were bluer than the deepest oceans. it looked at me and the sparkle in its eyes was the only thing that made everything better, it was like it was talking to me with its eyes. and then I was on the petal ground filled with joy and hope, my wings spread wide and the colors of the deepest purple and brightest blue spread beautifully and evenly. then I woke with the faith big enough to cover the earth

darkness surrounds me with ebony and rage as I watch the sun end the day and the moon doesn't show as it bows to the darkness not to return to the sky tonight as it once did. as the darkness shuts everything out; the stars, the moon, and the sun are left out of the sky as the darkness wakes itself from a long year of endless slumber. I watch the colors from the sun faid into a deep dark black as it shut the would into a dark room, but the as the day end so must the night, but this time darkness makes the sun bow to its evils and its ways. as the devil grasps the earth with both hands and hides it within them. I turn to my father and say, why is the earth so angry, what did we do wrong. father shakes his head as if he doesn't know anything. so I whisper to the night as I would a friend, "why is it so dark? what happened to make you angry? why would anyone want nothing but darkness on the earth?" love was a way of getting through to the sky. but it didn't work as well as I would have hoped. someones eyes stood out in the dead of the street as the devil made its way towards the sleeping innocents of the dreams. he whispers something different to everyone but the only one he didn't come to was me. Its so dark I cant see him anymore, so I fade into  deep sleep as he whispers into my ear, Its dark, you must sleep until it is gone, Its dark because I am alive and well, Its dark because I hate the light so sleep all day and night as I walk the earth. I whisper back to him something that seemed to make the earths darkness shake as the words exit my lips, "It is only dark because you are not loved and you are one person that thinks no one wants to be loved but HE is the power and HE is the light that scares you into hiding so why don't you let the darkness turn to light so you can fade into the darkness of the Underworld as we continue our life, and you may meet us again if your dreams turn into nightmares as the darkness fades with you. Its dark because your heart knows nothing else but the color of its owner and no one will love you unless you begin again In a new light. Its dark, but light will be given to those who enjoy it and can continue on without  the sun beating against the sinners backs, they will join you in the depths of your heartache but the truth is the only time you were truly happy was when you were in heaven with the other angels with the wings of the snow that falls to the earth with grace but nothing more to you it will always be dark, and to you its dark

silent i sit at my computer
you sleep beside me
i try to be quiet
as to not wake you

but your eyes shoot open
and i wait for your cry
silently i walk to your side
"shh my little one." i say to thee
"mama is here." and you look at me

your beautiful brown eyes stare into my soul
you young at 4 say "you not my mama"
my eyes fill with tears as i sink into my own emptiness
hoping for a magical explanation
but nothing comes

I longed for your love since you were 2
and now i know why it was never there
you see my mom as your mother too
and now i am only know as your sister to thee

and i want to tell you
i want you to know

but then i wake up
in sweat and heat
tear stream down my face
as to tell me it was a dream
more like a nightmare
that most likely will come true

but in my heart and soul
you are still by baby to me

Hooves beating like a drum in my head, I cant think about anything other than that feeling of being on the back of my dreams. knowing that my dreams are there, that I just have to reach for them. It seems like I am trying something for the first time and it is so hard to reach for the one thing I was trying to begin. someone tell me what to do, someone tell me are they worth it? I answer myself about believing in myself and trying to dial my answer into my mind. I will go back to the beating of hooves and the night above me and the stars that shine along the moon. something in the night wants me to dream again, no matter how long it will take something tells me to begin again and watch from the sidelines as I make all that hard work go to good use. The stepping stones where hard to walk on. as was healing my heart after every move, but even if the rocks felt like glass I kept on walking and I kept my tears hidden within the heart's doors. the stones became bearable and my heart healed itself as one of my dreams came closer to my stubborn choices and my unbearable painful memories. Yet my head never touched my chest, my eyes never stopped looking forward and my hands never stopped helping, but my mind always wanted to run away and go to the sound of galloping horses and the sound of the wind in the trees, while their lovely leaves touched the ground at the feet of a pond filled to the bone with glittering fish. Then at that point I always wake to the sound of chirping birds and a mind full of peace.

nothing can separate my friends and me
anyone that tries
cant change my mind its about
time that people stop trying to
urge other people to do something
you are perfect the way you
are and anyone who says your not then to
hell with them nothing is stopping you from being my friend

I'm feeling strange today
like im losing too much strength
Im tired most of the day
I want to stay home and sleep
morning time comes and out comes my dinner
last night I couldn't sleep kept tossing and turning
so I go across the street to get buy something
I take it and a + comes up nice and pink like
should I tell edan
should I tell my husband
or should I keep it secret and let him find out
my life is going to plan its self
soon I'm going to have a bundle of joy
and soon the beauty will come from within
tears fall as I imagine the bundle smile at me
and I want to tell him but its hard to imagine his emotions
but he will have to wait
I have more to worry about than his immaturity
I love him and our bundle growing within me

the color changed around the eye as it rose from its slumber, the beauty was breath taking and no one could see anything brightly beautiful. someone had to of spreads all the paints in the world to paint the beauty of the sky's unique beautiful ocean of colors. its blue and white clouded area that spreads its light around the eye of the sky wants nothing more than just to be a light for anyone to follow as the moon is the eye of the night surrounded by the scattering of beautiful stars that have all meaning in one star.
but the eye of the day is set to make a beautiful recovery for all who try to look around and notice the colors its spreads when it rises and falls. the colors of the sky say so much to us that we don't even notice all the colors meanings and realities of the beauty. If we all would just sit and watch the colors spring themselves across the sky to surround the sun and all its glory. so that we can see how beautiful th skys colors can give us life and understanding

ylva sat on a tree limb and began to think, 'could I be as my mother was?' strong and beautiful her hair grows long and brown. Her mother lost from the cancer of breast, the sun rises in the west. the colors blend so well that ylva thinks its a dream as soon as she sees her mother as her reflection. she does not know that she is a slitting image of her mother and her father cast her aside as if she was a broken doll toy. young and heavy with child she searches for a place to have her child. the sky was filled with the clear blue. at the sky's request the clouds shaped into stormy grey, as she just sat under a bridge. the bridge was old, worn and seemed to have nothing on it underside. it was the whitest she had ever seen, and she knew that the other side was a beautiful brown bronze color. somethings never seem to change as she listened to all the cars go by. "young lady," a woman was saying something to her, " young lady, what are you doing under there." she had long grey hair and her eyes were the color of a green snake skin, beautiful but scary. yet the unforgiving storm pushed its way towards their spot. the woman took the young lady to a parenting home, for single parents without a house to live in. she said, "Have your child here, and if its ment to be you will find me once again." As the young lady went into labor she couldn't think of anything but saving her child. when the baby was born, it was a beautiful little girl, and she called her Lillian. she grew up and her mother died, same way her grandma did, and Lillian knew that one day she would die too.

you seem to not want anything to do with us
you only seem interested in the girl you trying to impress
you told me you loved me
you said not to leave you and I promised
you say I wasn't telling the truth
it seems you were the one telling lies
you where the one pretending
is everything true now?
is everything true to you?