Growing strong is, Finding yourself Learning to cope with the negativity Moving on Putting yourself first Finding the people in your life that matter Clear the thoughts of bad memories
You are strong Remember that Things take time Nothing is perfect Be you and you only
Strength in you comes from your passion The passion to set yourself free The freeness from negative energy...
Peddles of red in a song like love Red roses fall across meadows of belong Prickled with thrones but saw for their beauty As a field of flowers dance within a movie The roses are vast in for the miles For people to see for a long long while Their claimed by lovers, children, and sorrows Picked to die with a purpose for barrow Long live this field like arch of heaven Stay with us and be our divine possession
She was quiet Always alone No one gave up a seat to sit next to her Talking to her was an embarrassment Always to silent for anyone to hear She preferred her thoughts And a paper and pen Cause that was the only way to get her thoughts out when no one would care to listen No one would take a glance Not a care to notice her But she was the mastermind And she was the flame to the fire And she would allow them to talk and converse about her Cause she saw much more then they did She saw the struggles of each person And the heartache inside that made people bitter So she accepted the hidden apology And remained honest to herself Silent like always Observing the flaws and writing hopes for everyone She was the complete outcast
There were two sides. Mother always told us to remain on the one where the sun shown and was visible to the eye. We always played there, but harm can come from stepping over the lines. We didn’t pay attention. Maybe we did but was to curious or entranced by the dark. My twin, he was the first brave soul to trespass. “Wait mother told us to stay where the sun is, “ he didn’t listen. Taking one step over he was gone. No trace left of my brother. “Brother! Come back, brother?” A shadowy figure was pushed out from the dark. Pale white and cold. “Brother?” I still don’t know what happened, just an explanation from mother as, “daughter I warned you, I remember what it was like to lose someone from all the fun and curiosity. But it’s what killer her that eats all the fun out of the games.” Now I have a funeral to attend, my twin brothers funeral, and a park that’s haunting.
Meaning of lying face upwards She looked into the star filled night The moon just growing above the tree line The stars glimmering and showing off their shine She lay just staring up Connecting constellations Searching for shooting stars Just relaxed and everything quiet apart from the every so often howl of a coyote But even so that was still peaceful Her mind and thoughts echoing louder then the bugs It was a beautiful paradise A escape from everything there is Just lying there on the dew covered grass With the company of the stars.
Oh how I remember, standing there with anticipation and excitement in the line holding the lovely chestnut bunny in my arms. It stayed still as we crept closer to the mouth watering pretzel stand. Each moment we moved up It felt as if I could taste the air from the delicious place, and the bunny too twitching it’s nose with wonder. Stepping up looking over the menu I found a giant salty pretzel with cheddar cheese on the side. I knew that would be the perfect snack, maybe the most tasty of the day. While my father paid the bunny started to drift off into a dream as I continued petting its fluffy fur. We decided to sit down under a red and white umbrella bench near the sides of the petting zoo. The animals from across drifted over to us, some slow and curious others fast and hungry wanting a taste from the scented air. Before I ate I walked with the sleeping bunny in hand moving cautiously trying not to disturb him over to the zoo keeper. It was quite saddening giving him up for he was comforting in my presence, but we were taking a break and soon would leave. I returned to my father sitting under the umbrella him handing me the giant salted pretzel with cheese. I looked over at him and saw there was none in his hand, how could he not be tempted to by another. Feeling a bit sad I broke off half of it and handed it to him, he smiled a thankful smile as we sat in silence savoring every bite. We barely ever get to go out and make memories like this one since father being busy and I with school. It was the best time I could ever have sitting there with a bunny and sharing a pretzel with my dad by the petting zoo all afternoon.
Rain falling over him streaming in faucet drops Sitting on a puddle of the soaked grass He waits all alone The eyes within seem to be full of precious tears The ones that are formed from lonesome moments A creature from a mystery he is Bird like feathers make him charming But brows frowning makes him unapproachable Sitting in the puddle of soaked grass No one comes near for he is different But the tears that leak from his pupils Underneath there is a new flower that has bloomed What a beauty from such sorrow Fog of delay of morning has formed Around the figure of dreams He’s different, made from part and parts of others An eagle, bobcat, owl? Whatever lies in the long lash stems Doesn’t stir a noise from around Where his tears of dark liquid grows rain does not stop for it keeps pelting the earth For it doesn’t stop for one creature that’s lonesome What a saddened thing of fantasy
