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These are just a few of the poems I have written

The Drive December 26, 2003
 
The hand of heaven reaches down
to touch my fingers,
Rain falls, rainbows shine
 
Stark white against deep grey,
In the great sky
a fire burns brightly
 
The sun shines brightly through clouds,
a soft mist in the air,
sunbeams dance on earth
 
Angry coulds fill the sky,
azure glimpses peek through,
the sun will return
 
Rows of trees, levels of sky,
ragged hills, piled up
so many layers of beauty

Mirror, Mirror  May 15, 2004
 
I look in the mirror
but see not myself
who is the girl who looks out?
Is that me?
 
Is she another form of me?
Or have I just been blind?
or could it be
that my vision is clouded now
 
Two girls, not the same
which am I?
or am I both?
Who do I want to be?
 
 

Eyes  2003
 
If eyes are the windows to the soul
then they are troubled portals;
Full of anger and fear,
of things far and things near;
Times that are best not remembered
 
If eyes are the windows to the soul
then they are filled with pain;
The pain of something mean,
said to discourage and demean;
Times that it hurts to remember
 
If eyes are the windows to the soul
then they are clouded with regret;
The regret of something said,
the regret of a dream that's dead;
Times we try not to remember
 
If eyes are the windows to the soul
then they are shrouded in the past;
They show anger and fear,
they hurt and shed tears;
Until we learn not to remember

Fire  ??? mabye fourth or fifth grade?
 
A fire gives light,
It's leaping flames are bright,
A fire keeps you warm
 
It crackles and dances,
It shimmers and entrances,
It is a charmer
 
A brightly glowing ember,
to sit by in December,
brings comfort to me
 
A dimly glowing coal,
Fanned into flames of gold,
Fire is a wonderful thing

Passion  April 19, 2004
 
My head tells me "think, think"
everyone says "think, think"
But my heart pulses "dream, dream"
 
My brain pounds "smart, smart"
the signs show "smart, smart"
But my feet dance "right, right"
 
The books read "future, future"
common sense tells me "future, future"
But my blood pumps "forever, forever!"
 
And ugly triplet: practical, practical
with the power to kill: practical, practical
As I flee, my soul screams for my passion


Life February, 2004
 
Life might be a roller coaster,
twisting you up and down,
or it could be a circus;
with a few freaks, and a couple clowns
 
You could say Life is a symphony
that you write as you go along;
some parts will sound beautiful,
some dissonant, and wrong
 
Life could be a party;
where everything's for fun,
Life could be a marathon;
that everyone's required to run
 
Pessimists say that Life is a minefield;
so be careful; let no one else lead,
Some people call Life a race;
and say all that matters is speed
 
Some say Life is a game for playing,
some say it is just a test,
Some say's lifes a single thing;
and forget about the rest
 
But nothing can describe Life;
it's something all it's own
It has a special quality;
it has a special tone
 
So, instead of analyzing;
let's thank God for this wonderous gift
To oh Lord, for this gift of Life,
eternal praises we shall lift

The Dance  April 8, 2004
 
I walk onstage
to stand in the spotlight.
Excitement pulses through me,
sending shivers down my spine.
As eyes turn toward me
my heart beats faster.
I am ready to begin;
I am ready to perform.
 
Two notes, an introduction play;
soft and clear. 
I rise up, prepared,
then start to dance.
My steps are light and delicate,
my jumps quiet, yet firm.
I turn quickly, softly;
and applause rings out. 
 
But then, as I start the second movement,
everything goes wrong;
my feet hit the floor hard,
my body twists.
As I go into the final turn,
off center, I fall
down, down, to nowhere

Almost  April 8, 2004
 
Almost gives you nothing,
nothing but regret
almost is something you dearly love;
something you can't forget
 
Almost takes you nowhere,
nowhere but heart-wrenching pain
we should flee from almost;
make all the way our aim
 
Almost pulls us backward,
I know it in my head
yet the dreams we hold the closest
are the almost ones, left unsaid
 
Almost is a diamond without sparkle,
a person with no name
it's almost there, almost complete;
but never quite the same
 
I could and I could almost are so different,
and it's more painful than it might seem
what's worst is I could almost have that future;
I could almost live my dream

A wish  January 20, 2004
 
Nights are filled with worry;
days filled with regret
right and wrong seem blurry,
and I long to just forget
 
To forget responsibility,
forget unending pain
to have precious tranquility,
and be free of the strain
 
The strain to be so perfect;
it pulls us all downhill
doing everything that they expect
It's ourselves that we all kill

Wasteland  December, 2003
 
Practicality screams at me,
"give up your dreams,
for they will never be reality"
 
The world runs at me,
reaching with grasping hands,
trying to steal away my peace
 
Whispers sneak into my ears;
smiling slyly and saying,
"there has never been hope"
 
I run blindly and fall to the ground
I awake in a world barren
of peace, hope, and dreams 
 
 

Studies in Nature fifth grade?
 
Mountain
It has trees;
straight trees, green trees
It has dirt;
brown dirt, velvet dirt
It has snow;
soft snow, thick snow
It has rocks;
round rocks, heavy rocks
It has a peak;
tall peak, pointed peak
It is a mountain;
tall mountain, majestic mountain
 
Flower

It has pink

Bright pink, hot pink.

It has stars,

Tiny stars, soft stars.

It has green,

Dark green, rich green.

It has spades,

Pointy spades, smooth spades.

It has a long stem,

Skinny stem, straight stem.

Its a flower,

Little flower, pretty flower.

 

Roses fourth grade?

 

There are many kinds of flowers,

But I like roses the best

Other flowers are nice,

But roses seem superior to the rest

 

Roses come in many colors,

Red, pink, and yellow

Some colors are bright and bold,

Some are soft and mellow

 

Roses have perfume,

Delicate and sweet

Every time I smell them,

I count it as a treat

 

All flowers are beautiful,

A delight to eyes and nose

Every one is different,

But my favorite is a rose  

 

 

Imprisoned  May 15, 2004
 
I am encased in a shell
imprisoned in a cell of my own making
a prisoner in the gaol of my thoughts
I cannnot leave, for outside air poisons me;
But inside inside I die as well
 
I batter at the gate,
trying to break through
the walls are of transparent stone,
unshakeable, unmoveable,
and yet I feast my sight on freedom
 
 

Painting May 16, 2004
 
I look into the mirror
I see a perfect girl
with a perfect smile on her face
a perfect background behind her
she lives in a perfect world.
 
but then, I move,
and the face staring back stays the same
it is then that I realize
that the mirror is no mirror;
but a painting in my mind

A hard realization May 26, 2004

How fragile is life;

We don't understand until it's taken

We take for granted

that which is a precious gift;

and we are angry when it's gone 

 

We always say it couldn't happen;

that it's only a distant chance

but the hard truth we have to realize

is that we are all vulnerable

to the thief that comes in the night

The Changing

where have you gone?
my sister, my friend.
you were so idealistic
when did that end?
now you're somebody different
someone i don't even know.
dreamer turned cynic,
why did you go?

who am I
that i'm left behind?
i've kept on dreaming
i've kept on singing
my love song for life
i miss my companion,
but i'm still here
trying not to believe
that the world's full of tears. 

Just a Shadow September 3, 2004

 

We are no longer children

It can never be the same

But different can be better

And love doesn’t wax and wane

 

I’m sorry for the things I’ve done

I regret some things I’ve said

I’ve driven us apart, I know

But our chances aren’t quite dead

 

So please take this tearstained page

Please take this tearstained heart

It may never be what it was

But we don’t have to be apart

 

It’s not easy laying down my pride

But here I am right now

Asking, begging, pleading you

Don’t be just a shadow

Beautiful Pain June 25, 2004
 
What is this life? 
what is this world?
full of beauty;
full of pain.
 
Friends are close,
families are closer,
friends laugh and hug;
and loved ones love you too.
 
Mean words are screamed,
in harsh anger
cynical dryness
poisons love.
 
It seems to make no sense
that the world should be so paradoxical
until you come to understand;
until you come to see
the Beauty in the Pain. 

Childish? 6-26-04

 

I can stare at a bird for an hour;

And marvel at how the feathers go

I can lie all day in the garden,

Just to watch the flowers grow

I could stare at the sky for an aeon,

If time would permit, that is

And look at the clouds and make pictures;

Look, a unicorn!  Look, a faerie, cloaked in mist!

 

I can look at the lightbeams dancing,

And say that theyre angels on earth

I can bask in the glorious sunrise,

And delight in each new days birth

I can look at the little frog hopping,

And give him a family, home, and a name

And when I hear the stream gurgling; its laughing,

Just because it is playing a game.

 

All musical notes can enthrall me;

Even in the simplest tunes

And nothing is quite so spectacular

As Gods nightlight, the new-risen moon

Each shady tree is Gods arms around me;

Enfolding me, drawing me close

In fact, the world is so wonderful,

I cant say what I like the most.

 

So go on -- you can call me a child,

Rush on, and call me naïve

Keep on your self-focused schedule;

But I, I will believe

If dreaming and marveling make me a child,

Then fine --  a child I'll be

But of you blind to beautiful dreaming

I ask, who's the child, you or me?

 

 

Sitting Around December 23, 2004

 

sitting around

empty and dark

full of fear

that you’ll never appear

 

hard enough

that you’re gone

I don’t need

this fear to heed

 

ignore warning

it’s a lie

strike to kill

climb another hill

 

kiss a picture

letter written

distance hurts

brusque and curt

 

imagine you

you’re not there

hold me

SAVE ME

One Love Two December 30, 2004

Can One love Two,
and Two love One?
or is only one love true?

Is only First a lover,
and Second but a thief?
but who was first?

Is first loved by One
First in love?
or must love be returned?

Does First or Second lie?
is either love full true?
are either or both deceiving?

No, no; it is One;
One is the true liar:
lying to herself and both.

Love No More  December 27, 2004

 

Pull my feet

Stuck in the mud;

In the mire

Of my foolishness

 

Such a foolish lack

Of self control

Has led me here;

To an unwanted place

 

O soul, O bitter soul,

Turn your eyes away from me

Don’t look at this girl;

Broken, lonesome….unclean

 

Let me go, I say

I don’t love you,

Not anymore, no more

Let me go, let me be

 

Let me live in peace,

I don’t want

To leave you;

But I think I must

 

Break myself away,

Away from you;

My very first love

But love no more. 

For One Unknown June 29, 2004

 

How do you see through me?

Somehow you look behind my façade

Not looking at physical signs;

Bypassing surface thoughts

You dive deep into my mind,

Dig into my heart,

Pull out what the truth is,

And soothe my brokenness

Your eyes cut through the fog,

And pull away the veils

Then you lift off the cover

And bare my soul. 

Xenoviv  July 27, 2004

 

The fire of this world

Beckons; pull me in

Calling like the sirens’ song

Enticing me to sin

 

I waver in my Christian walk

The world just feels so good

I know I cannot serve two masters

But if I could, I would

 

But that is when I realize

That this world is naught but foam

This life is only temporary

This world is not my home

This Fear Within July 3, 2004

 

The flames come

And wrap around,

Like half-dead wraiths;

Pulling me down

 

The smoke clouds;

Clouds my mind

Fogs my brain,

And I can’t hide

 

The fear comes;

Traps me in

It binds me close;

This fear within

My Breath August 21, 2004

 

You breathe out and I breathe in,

I breathe out and in again,

Drawing breath straight from you;

It’s such pure bliss, I’ll never move

 

Better than oxygen is your love,

Better than air is your hug,

Breath is life; it’s true, of course,

You’re the breath of my soul, my life-source

 

Life is nothing without air,

Thankfully, there’s one who cares,

If you don’t breathe, it brings death,

Jesus Christ, you are my breath

Decision August 27, 2004

 

I stand in the middle

I must make a choice

The decision of a lifetime

Is mine to make tonight

 

On the one side is my life;

The life I’ve always known

On the other is the future;

Dark and still and cold

 

Yet the future has a dawning;

A light, an enchanting glow

But still, the world is scary…

I should stay safe at home

 

But around me home is changing;

Soon it will be gone

I know I should get out, move on,

And yet, here I am: clinging

Clinging to the shredding bits

Of the life I’ve had and led

 

The future is exciting;

But it’s not what I had planned

Can I change my mindset

For a greater, awesome good?

 

Love stretches out a hand

All I have to do is grab ahold

Why am I hesitating?

I should boldly take that grasp

 

Something holds me back;

I will discover what it is;

And when I find it;

I will crush it

 

I want to take this chance;

No, I must, or I will fade

I will take that outstretched hand;

And banish all my fears

A Hard Goodbye September 11, 2004

 

Who knew

That it could be so hard

To say goodbye?

 

The waves are crashing

Sirens wailing

Confusion in my head

Then all goes silent

 

I must let go

It’s not possible

I will cling

 

I try to say it

But I can’t

I must be strong

 

Broken heart

Tearstained sorrow

Bleeding soul

I’m torn apart

 

I can’t breathe

Soon I’ll drown

I cannot say those words

 

A light dawns

I know a way

I don’t have to say goodbye

 

I dry my eyes

My peace complete

And I say

I love you

See Through Me September 23, 2004

 

Why can’t they see you

As I see you?

Why can’t they love you

Like I do?

 

Why can’t they forgive you

Like I have forgiven?

Why can they not just let go

Let us lead the life we’re living?

 

Why can’t they look through me

Though my vision may be poor

Why can they not see it?

Why can’t they look and adore?

 

Why can’t they comprehend

What I have with you?

How can they call falsehood

What I know to all be true?

Can a Broken Heart be Mended?  November 2, 2004

 

Can a broken heart be mended?

A broken spirit healed?

Broken trust refastened?

Or is the distance always there?

 

I know I’ll always feel the pain;

The hurt is here to stay

Perhaps time will dull the ache

Or shall it remain so sharp?

 

Can tears wash away sorrow?

Or merely make it grow?

Tears water spiteful seedlings

That grow as resentful trees

 

Does an apology make a difference?

Or simply restate facts?

Can resolution truly come of it?

Or is hurt stirred up again?

 

When a heart is broken

There is no way to return

So be careful how you play the game…

But play it: love is worth it

Mountain of Life September 23, 2004
 
I climbed a weary mountain,
and at the summit took a rest
But as I sat there I began
to feel a weight upon my chest

"Climb higher," said the mountain
I said, "How can that be?
I have climbed onto thy very peak"
The mountain said, "You'll see"

So I climbed higher up the mountain
though there was no more mount to climb
I climbed on for eternity
To the very end of time

Still the mountain whispered in my ear
"You've not yet seen my peak"
As days wore on, I climbed and climbed
till the mountain ceased to speak

I looked down upon the air
on which I'd built my path
And as I stared at nothingness,
I heard the mountain laugh

"I've tricked you," said the mountain
"This mountain is too tall."
And as the mountain laughed and laughed
He let go and let me fall

The Pain September 19, 2004

 

Apprehension

What is wrong?

Then the shock

My heart nearly stops

 

Then the sorrow

I brush it off

I run away

To hide and think

 

So confused

Why? Why?

I don’t understand

Can I understand?

 

Then a thought

It may not be what I think

I ask and wait;

In fear of the answer

 

I wait and pray

For what I’ll hear

Let it not be one thing…

But it is.

 

Red-hot jealousy

Reacts first

Then my fragile heart

Begins to tear

 

It hurts so bad

The ultimate pain

The heartrending pain

Of betrayal

 

My soul screams out

My heart is sobbing

But outwardly

I am quiet

 

Then, like a flower

Opening after a rain

I emerge

Begin to speak

 

But still, it hurts

Betrayal runs deep

Trust once broken

Is not easily regained

 

Forgiveness begins healing

Our love is strong enough

To withstand this

But the pain…

Killing Children November 2, 2004

 

Can’t you see you’re killing children?

Can’t you see you’re taking lives? 

Not something, but a someone;

And that someone is alive

 

You can make a choice

I’m not saying you shouldn’t

You can help your situation,

So don’t whine to me you couldn’t!

 

Don’t kill a baby for convenience

Don’t end a life and call it “choice”

Don’t say it’s a women’s issue

When murder wins, don’t rejoice

 

Killing children is a sin

It’s simply just not right

But they’ll keep on killing children:

Stand up, coward, and fight!

 

Fight for the right of life,

Fight for an unborn son

Saving millions would be good;

But t’would be worth it to save one

Have You Ever November 6, 2004
 
Have you ever touched a soul?
Reached inside and made somebody whole?

Have you ever healed a heart?
Taken the sorrow, abolished the hurt?

Have you ever repaired a spirit?
Nursed it, fostered it, cared and slaved for it?

Have you ever stretched a mind?
Made someone see,made someone find?

Have you ever changed a life?
Dissipated anger,taken away strife?

Have you ever changed a person?
Have you ever changed a man?
You don’t have to make a difference
But what’s important is you can

Peace October 18, 2004

 

Looming, overshadowing

Impossibility, mystery

Danger is exciting;

But danger still it is

 

Danger loses novelty:

Excitement goes away

All that’s left is danger

In a cold and heartless world

 

Smothering: I’m suffocating

Choking: I will drown

The weight of fear, the weight:

The weight upon my chest

 

I run and fall in darkness;

Fall blindly to the ground

But even as I close my eyes

There is a light ahead

 

Still I’m huddled tight:

I do not wish to be saved

Better to die

Than surrender pride

 

The glorious light

Sorrows at my folly

But when I will accept

The light will stretch out a hand

And lead me to peace

One of Stone December 8, 2004

 

One of stone,

Why so afraid?

There is naught to fear,

Be free of inhibition

 

Woman of stone,

Begin to animate again:

Stiff joints becoming looser,

Once again to move

 

Limbs of stone,

Reach out:

Stretch your to catch another,

Touch a finger to a life

 

Heart of stone,

Slowly soften:

It’s not so hard to love,

If you will

 

Soul of stone,

Unspoken, harsh:

Sand down broken edges,

And live anew

Thoughts November 15, 2004

 

Thoughts can be like treasures,

Glimmering bright as gold

Sparkling, winking diamonds,

That time cannot make old

 

Some thoughts are soft and pretty;

A lilac flower, a gentle breeze,

Beautiful and comforting,

Tho’ oft nobody sees

 

Some thoughts are old as stone,

Harsh and rough and bad,

These thoughts seem bold at the time,

But better not are had

 

Some thoughts are thought in secret,

A tunnel in the mind,

Fitting thoughts tight into a box,

And making one so blind

 

Thoughts are like the wind;

One moment there, then flown,

Choose all thoughts carefully,

For thoughts are all your own

What am I looking For? November 29, 2004

 

I run toward it;

Then look beyond

The horizon isn’t far,

But how far can I run?

 

I search within

And look among;

I examine the inside,

But it is never really there

 

Look in between;

Do you see it?

Is it wonderful and good?

Or will it ever work against me?

 

But as I search

A realization comes:

In the midst of the chase,

I forgot what I was looking for

Another September 2, 2004

 

Another night

Of tossing and turning

Another day

With a runaway mind

Another time

With an uncontrolled passion

And I’m just trying

To find the way

 

I am confused

I need your light

I need your help

I need your sight

 

Lord search my heart

Am I still pure?

If I am then

Protect me

If I am not

Then forgive me

I just want

To find your way

Love No More 31 December, 2004

Pull my feet
Stuck in the mud;
In the mire
Of my foolishness

Such a foolish lack
Of self control
Has led me here;
To an unwanted place

O soul, O bitter soul,
Turn your eyes away from me
Don’t look at this girl;
Broken, lonesome….unclean

Let me go, I say
I don’t love you,
Not anymore, no more
Let me go, let me be

Let me live in peace,
I don’t want
To leave you;
But I think I must

Break myself away,
Away from you;
My very first love
But love no more.