The Sounds From Closed Eyes

When I close my eyes to hear everything this is what I hear: Soft sounds of music playing smoothly with a sound of constant turning which is a fan. Then what may be in subconscious: Your voice calling out my name so you may take me where you are now. Book pages move in the wind as soft footsteps, barely heard, come to greet the other sounds which are all so confusing. Cars race while the silence of might takes over all so maybe the creatures of night may awaken...

Rain

Rain. It is the tears of angels. When they're happy, it comes in light sprinkles and the rainbow shows a happy new day. When it becomes a storm, something troubling happened and they must wash the earth of their troubles...

Do I? Don't I?

Do I...? Or Don't I...? Spirits soar and lions roar, but someone calms my heart while making life better by looking at me. Although the stars are high in the sky, I almost feel near them when I think about this someone. This person makes me smile so big, my face might tear. I think it's not wise for these feelings to become more visible than they already may be. It's hard not to feel these things. I refuse to say I'm in love although I may feel all the world that it is true. If this doesn't last then I don't want to be crying over this person... They also may not feel the same, I fear. They may decide to like someone else. I may not feel this love forever although it feels never ending. Do I really love you? Or don't I? Is it all a big lie or are you true? I hope I know sooner than later...

My Saddness With Rain

I hate rain sometimes. It makes me feel all the more sad and lonely especially when people are laughing and happy. Of course when I arrive in the group everyone kind of drifts off to a different group. But maybe that's just me...

My Friendly Thoughts (Random Poems About Friends)

It shouldn't matter, when you hug a friend, that they're sick. When it's a friend that's all that matters. So no matter what kind of day you're having you should try making someones day and they may make yours by their gratitude. I only want the best for my friends. I may not be able to afford everything for them but I will try my very best to keep them happy. Because whenever I see them crying in my head, it makes me stop and almost cry...

A tree's Beginning of Life

Green sprouting from the ground,
shaking from cold although trying not to.
Looking around at the world it so desperately wanted to see.
Then it sleeps at night and grows during the sunlight that it knows as it's nourishment.
It's tiny twigs turn into branches where birds lay their eggs and squirrels dance around each other with the sun.
The leaves grow into a deep green and it's sides become good hard wood to keep it and it's companions warm through the ever cold night.
Then in the morning the arms of branches are free to stretch in the wonderful sun.
The squirrels keep dancing while being under the sun and with the beat of the wind.

Flowing Emotions

Rippling upon the face of the earth.
Leaves towards the ends of life and day which catch under the starlit sky.
Tears leaving faces of sadness which break on the ground,
staying to help the flowers survive.
Turning of waves keep a flow of emotion on the world.
Birds soar to energize the sun while it is ever searching for it's lover
the Moon...

Wanting

I don't know what I really want in life. I know what I want like a CD or books but those are only objects which may make me happy while the day goes by.... They keep me happy until I start thinking of what else I may 'want'. But I don't know where my wanting is taking me. I want to know what I really 'want' out of life then maybe I can figure out how I can live with it and be a nicer person... Maybe... I want my wanting to be healthier and into knowing God's will.

Boredom Before Being Picked up

Why dost thou question my thoughts that you may not see?
Thou canst have the bravery of many men to vanquish the thoughts of ladies in waiting.
we must destroy like butterflies wing off into the depths of a lions butt.
Also killing the fingers of which to text too much.
I cannot die in your depths of sadness...

Words Put Together

Twisting, turning, not actually trying.
Teaching, taunting, not really talking.
Taming, tampering, not especially timing.
Faring the wellness of youth to the past.

Manning,mumbling, taking my hand.
Mothering, mastering, taking heart.
Minding, marking, taking hope.
Caring, nonetheless, of expeditions.

Bending rules of endearment to cling to words
longing to be a specific while terribly crushing dreams.

Bargaining the depths to destroy the face of evil.
Limiting the time to correct the sea into perfection.
Commeting into situations that may continue in vain.
Leaving for a short hour to decide punishment.

Fresh and Really Quite Wierd Poem

Favors and love sweep me away... So I might see the light of day!
My grudges and sorrow matter not in the eyes of the Bear.
For mine angers and sweat has made him aware.
I care not for what might be. I care not for why you cry, so lonely.
I care for a soul that may crash and die if I do not help it.
It's thoughts are of ceasing and it may never quit.
Saving this soul may be my last chapter in this world.
A question of my survival may never be unfurled.
This task at hand may be questioning and quite hard at it's sounding.
But as I watch and learn my "to do's" my heart seems to be pounding.
My excitement may surprise all that cannot fathom curiosity as I have it.
Your minds may be small or maybe this information you will not omit.
But my task takes wit and perfection which is why I must do this alone.
And at my tale, what things I shall do, you may moan.
The bears I might meet in this journey, beware!
For I may be quick in my task and kill bears... Oh yes, I do dare!
What comes about is quite frightening it's true.
But what I must do next I cannot say... So I shall bid you adieu.
Do not run away... I really will find you!

Worth

Worth isn't something you just find. It's something the world lets you earn.
Now in reality, you are worth more than anyone, save God, can afford.
You might feel like your own person but you're God's child.
Even if you don't believe in Him, it's something that comes naturally.
He's your natural Heavenly Father. He know what you need in LIFE, not only in the present moment.
Although it may not feel like he's always there but He's watching all that you do.
You can never get passed Him

Mourning

Breaths of silence whispering as tears fall and capture these moments of sadness.
The windows are darkened and all is black in mourning.
The gasps of wind that feel around the windowa to maybe break into the scene of sadness.
Figures huddled in a corner sniffing and bowing their heads toward a single candle and smoke like incense.
Their eyes closed and their mouths moving slowly as if to savor the words.
Saying them again and again. Not stopping until all tears are gone...

Wishful Dreaming

I went to the trees. All of my friends were there.
I hugged them all. I even saw my house and the camp I lived at.
Everything was there. I met new people who soon became my friends.
I went to the pool and had fun swimming. When the pool was closed we went to the fountain (A candy shop). The we went to the field, looked at the ducks and then played duck duck goose. We all then partied at a friends house. After that... I woke up...

I Can't Find You

No one is like you. I look everywhere except where you are.
It's impossible to find you somewhere where you aren't.
Cuz you really aren't there, I've tried! Everyday I try to find you somewhere else.
In someone else. You are just never there. I can't find you.
You and I are never close enough. I can no longer hear your heartbeat, which means we're too far apart.
I can't see your face anywhere. Sometimes I think I see it but it's not really there.
I see you in my dreams but it will never be the same...

Texting Randoms 1

Me: Hello friend! How art thou?
Micah: Why I am being blessed bounteously! How art thou damsel of Colorado?
Me: I am ever so sad and tired. But as such, I am content. And how hast the day blessed thou?
Micah: As such you are content? Wither wilt thy go to succumb thy sorrow or attain pure joy?
Me: The idea I have not as to where I could find joy. May you help me?
Micah: To this my usefulness does not extend! My capacity to give joy to damsels is sadly when sch individual is not present in my surroundings!
Me: Your words make me laugh! Oh Micah! Thou art a wizard to make me laugh across such a distance!
Micah: Thou hast made an unworthy peasant brim with pride! Why art thou sad?
Me: I miss mine friends that i have in many places forsaken!
Micah: Thou hast forsaken your friends? Tell me of this thing which makes you mourn!
Me: I have not really forsaken them! Tis but a feeling that almost makes me believe that this is so! I cannot see them for they do not live in this place! For this grieves me...
Micah: Thou hast not forsaken them! Forsoothe... Thy friends wish in their inmost being that they could be with thee in thy state. Be no longer saddened sweet damsel!

Inside a Church

Silence echoing within walls. Sun shining in onto the walls.
Surrounding faces of icons. Chanters books orderly piled on a shelf in the corner.
Benches lined up side by side. The alter shining gold and the dome with Jesus Christ looking down upon all...

My Heart

My heart feels like it's been ripped out. Doesn't matter what happens.
Bad things for me or my friends, I cry for both, in my heart which hurts more then when you cry tears from your eyes.
Thorns in my heart. The scissors that torture my heart.
It breaks the tiniest parts of my heart, the parts that hurt the most.
Taking my heart away to put it in the trash. I feel so helpless to my friends.
So, almost, alone. Although a million people might be around, I still feel alone

Knowing Joy

People might not be able to believe the world can lift you up and praise you.
But it may also be able to crush you into itself until you never believe that it ever loved you.
Your soul must know there is more to live for than your own thoughts and feelings.
You need to know someone is waiting for you to live for.
Whether or not you decide to accept His plea, it's always your choice.
But there is always that knowing in your heart that you must pay attention to.
You'll never stop that knowing, or longing, unless you accept what is right and true.
There is a right to the longing - But also, there is a knowing of death that may end for the worst.
There is a long road that we travel through for life.
It may feel never ending troubles(unless you are fortunate to have joy for all your life. Which unfortunately doesn't last either).
But if you have a purpose to all that you do then your joy may be more natural in this world of sorrow and grief.

Why Life

Life. It's a big turn around. You never know what to expect.
It goes everywhere and never stops, never slows down.
Even if you plan something, it doesn't always work you think it will.
Sometimes it turns for the better, but there are those times when you wish life never was in you.
People always think they know how to control their lives.
Otherwise they just wish. You can only wish so many things.
But wishes don't do anything in reality. You can wish but if you think wishing is a priority then you shouldn't ever wish.
You can hope because hoping helps. It absolutely hepls. Just Hope...

Pretending?

Do you remember pretending? Like girls would dress up and pretend they were princesses and they'd imagine their princes. Boys would pretend that they were in the army or that they were defeating dragons or any number of creatures. And what you do now isn't much different. We pretend that someone that we don't get to see is right there next to us. So, in reality, we haven't changed. We still pretend things. Maybe not the same things but pretending is pretending however way you may think it's different... It really isn't.

In The Forest

Voices so nice in the foggy air. It makes me sigh so lightly.
I listen to the voices again. The night bringing more and more animals.
While I'm falling asleep chipmunks cuddle close to my cheeks.
Birds nest along my jacket. Foxes on either side of me.
Raccoons on my legs and rabbits upon my feet.
They, sleeping make a rhythm to make a song to make me sleep, into a deep... deep sleep.
Dreaming of God. I think of how He made animals so gracious, yet so ferocious.
I then wake with the animals to see a beautiful sunrise.
The sky being blue, purple, pink and orange. The mountains are lavender.
Following the animals to a clearing then the fox, the rabbit and chipmunk go and come back with a feast.
I take and eat. What I give is love and kindness. The rest they get from God.
All they need from Him, the know they already have. I take them all in my arms and put them back and wander to a bridge where the flowing of water is softly rustling down the rivers path.
I take a leaf and a stick and put them in the water. it flows on and on, when I don't see it, I rejoice and praise the Lord for all that is on earth in the forest.
That the river running on end. I take my hands and drink the water at my feet.
Knowing no other home than the forest. The animals, my only family. Loving that as if they were.

Cake

Icing splayed atop the pure white sugary breading in layers of pink and white.
Little blossoms of icing around the top while at the bottom little sparkles of bells sprinkled all along.
A tiny bit of icing in the middle as it displays a name.
Little candies on every side and a squarish corner empty with but tiny crumbs.
Five little holes under the letters of the blue name...

The Night

Black and stillness, long and sleepy.
Dark winds walk, trees move, creaky.
Windows lighted, the moon is bright.
Mountains I can see behind the moonlight.
Dogs bark in the distance.
The sun is gone, the moon is in the presence.
The roads, the streets, they are bare.
There are no cars, which is very rare.
Chatter, a chipmunk talking.
A little tweet, sounds like a hawkling.
The dark waters mumble still.
An owl eats, there is a shriek, a mouse moves at will.
The lights are on the windows.
The rustles, the grass, it's been let go.
A far off bubbling from a creek.
A squirrel moves faster than you can blink...

The Sea And Me

The white misty shores on which I love to look upon.

For the quiet rustling of the winds and waters that come to my feet.
That lick what little I have with a slimy seaweed to cover up.
I just smile, for God is all powerful, but the sea has the power to talk in the rustling papers of the water.
Which take over my inhabitants.
That will go from rock to wave to have a foundation upon which it can't find.

It looks everywhere, stopping but going till the end of time...