Ode to the CanvasOde to the Canvas
You are so plain covered in white
Sitting on an easel out of sight
The day creation knocks on the door
You glow like an angel but much more
An artist can see what you are made for
The perfect picture to make you soar
You sit quietly awaiting your lover
The fair paintbrush, chooser of colors
Glides over the rough texture of your skin
You smile brightly awaiting the end
But you've never felt more alive
No longer covered in dust but you thrive
Sad, Small TreeSad, Small Tree
There once was a small tree
That the sun couldn't see
It cried without knowing
That it was still growing
And now it's ten times taller than me!
Lightning, Thunder, and RainLightning, Thunder, And Rain
I was walking alone and I began to cry as I thought about the torture I was going through after he left. It started to sprinkle. It began to pour. I looked to the skies and saw the lightning strike as the rain poured down on me even more. The thunder rolled through the town. The ground beneath my feet shook as it passed underneath. I watched the rain and let it continue to fall on my face. I saw another lightning bolt but this time it almost felt like it struck right through me. The thunder shook even harder this time as I began to shout in the agony of the pain. The loss I had suffered is making me feel this way. As I cry the rain comes down. When I cry harder, the rain falls heavier. As I shout the lightning strikes closer and the thunder louder. When will it all stop? The pain that I feel won't go away. I'm still walking alone and the storm still continues. The pain hasn't stopped and the guilt I feel inside is rising. The storm is getting worse. I feel
Happy Mother's DayHappy Mothers Day!
You always know what to do when we are bad,
We love you even when you're sad,
We'll always care for you,
No matter what you do.
Your soft kisses on our cheeks,
Your caring arms around us,
You've lived with us for many weeks,
And even if we make a fuss,
What we really seek,
Is unconditional love from you to all of us.
Even when it doesn't seem like it,
You still care,
When we have fights or throw a little fit,
And you may get on to us a few times,
But I still feel the light you've lit,
Deep in my heart and I like the love that you have to share.
The games you play,
And what you say,
Make me laugh,
And I love the things we do together,
I love the way you can understand,
And I love the way you can be such a great mother.
Someday I hope to be as great of a mother as you,
What is it that you do,
That makes you the best mom that I could ever have?
Is it the way you laugh,
Or the way you talk?
Is it the way you can be there when we need you most,
Or can it be that you are j
God's Warm SunlightGod's Warm Sunlight
The sun shines on my face,
Like a bulb brightening up the place,
And even though there is darkness still,
I shall always have the will,
To dance upon a hill.
On that hill is an enormous amount of light,
And it was too good of a sight,
That if I might,
I could become blind from the light.
But if I were to go blind,
I would not be able to see its beauty,
For it shines so wonderfully,
That God could have been the source,
Of this majestic light.
The warm sunlight lit up my face,
As if there wasn't enough space,
For darkness to roam this place.
Oh how I wonder,
If the sunlight I feel is real,
And if God can really seal,
The darkness that has fled from my heart upon this hill.
Free with Mother NatureFree With Mother Nature
As I listen to the sweet music of Mother Nature calling my soul, I feel so free and my spirit begins to soar. It soared through the forest. It soared with the birds through the clouds. I stopped and wondered, if Mother Nature was calling me to a place of peace and tranquility. Is this all a dream? A dream of what my heart hungers for? It seems as if Mother Nature and I must sing in a harmonic chorus together. And forever, we will be free.
Does A Moth Have Any BeautyDoes A Moth Have Any Beauty
I listen to the soft sound of the piano playing in the silence and I noticed a moth flying around a candle. The fire burning the wick made its wings look soft and they seemed as if they moved so delicately. The moth acted as if it was dancing to the music playing from the piano. As I sat there I wondered, does a moth really have any beauty? Around a butterfly, it looks old. Around a flower, it seems dead. But in the rain it is so alone. Beauty comes from the heart, not what you see. I now know that a moth is just like me. We all search for beauty, but can we all see what is really there or are we all so blind to notice, that everything isn't real? That comes back to the question I now ask you. Does a moth have any beauty?
We begin to move
Counting the steps we take
As we dance to the beat
And forget about the crowd
Holding our partner
We swing around
To the sound we hear
That music in our ear
And we're all over that dance floor
And we glide so wonderfully
But light slowly stops spinning
As the pattern begins to end
Because of ThemBecause of Them
Caught in chains so tight,
No room to fight,
I must stay alive.
The flames rising higher,
Clothes catch fire,
I must stay alive.
Rushing the mind,
But no sign of an idea,
I'm running blind,
In a world of fear.
Piece by piece,
Burnt stains in my skin,
Made because of those men.