Happy Birthday
to my favorite
and only sister.
Thanks for always
being there.
Have fun being 17

Footprints of size 1
Now of size 10.
Oh God, when did I grow up?!

Chairs of such small size
Now a throne of leather
Oh God, when did I grow up?!

Papers of drawing
Now a booklet of future
Oh God, when did I grow up?!

Skirts of small size
Now a formal blazer
Oh God, when did I grow up?!

In the darkest days, I sought out the light.
And I have found it.
In the depths of my sorrow, I searched for a way out.
And I climbed back up.
Though I bled, I kept climbing.
Through the tears, I kept moving forward.
I am here.
I am alive.
I survive .

Love is a captured moment
A song in tune
A sound in silence
A crystal so pure

Love is a boosted hearbeat
A thousand callings
violet roses are blue
For the "Te Amo" you wanted so true

My Writing Style

I try to write in different styles.  I don't want to be put in a box.  I try to mix different styles together and create new styles of writing.  Poetry, prose, playwright, proverbs, and other styles of writing I mix together and try to create a new style of writing.  I'm still haven't truely developed my own true style of writing.

Written by: Keith Edward Baucum

You couldn't possibly
See yourself
The way that
I do.

Because
If you did
You would
Never
Sleep.

When you cannot look at your reflection, because the face looking back is not what you want to see.

You are still worthy of love.

If you shrink back at the sight of a camera, because getting your picture taken fills you with dread.

You are still worthy of love.

On the days you cannot get out of bed, the blankets weighing you down.

You are still worthy of love.

You do not need to have the seed of self love in you.

You are always worthy of love.

ive seen things through other peoples eyes
but now it is time
that i go out and venture into the world
with the two i have been gifted