Life as a Drop of WaterDown I go,Racing with my brothers,Singing with my sisters.My life is hardly still,Around and around I go,Never do a place I stay.My house is where ever I am,Under the trees, under the stars,Around the wild life,That's the best place to be!But then the relatives come,Dropping from the sky,My home is so crowded,Some of us die,But that's the circle of life,For in their death,New life springs forth!I am only seen,As a whole of my family,Hardly ever just as myself,For I am merely,A drop of water,Living a high strung life.
More than Just FriendsGuinea pigs and sunshine,Cloudy days and tears,The island we would own,If in our life time,We are able.Together we are strong,One giant happy family,With our fill of ups and downs.We are a recipe cooked to perfection,with the right amountof good and bad,Of tears and smiles,And just a spoon full of crazy.Together we are one,A helping hand in the dark,A smiling face in a confusing world,Loving arms always there.These amazing people,yes, are strange and crazy,But what good is a family,Without some oddities?I love them all,My OFA friends,For they are more than that,They have become my family.
Here I'll stayI'm over here,And you're over there,We're pretty much as far,As can be for two hearts.Never touching,Never seeing,So why do I,Keep believing?My heart grows weaker,As the time passes.What happened to forever?What happened to together?What happened to us,While I was sleeping?I'm still here,But you've gone away.So until next time,Here I'll stay.
Poem Challenge 20What will come next?"The world is ending" they said.But I just don't see it,The stars rain across the sky, andAll is well.
Poem Challenge 18The world was a better place,When seen though children's eyes,When the days were full of innocence and play,When the worst fight would result to being chased withLaughter.
Poem Challenge 16What will the future become?Without you here to protect and guide me,Will I become lost and broken?Please fly back to me, to us.We need you here.
Poem Challenge 14They bind you to the earth,Though they cannot see,Your presence they feel,Left with a broken heart,How'd it happen?
Poem Challenge 12Only distance can bring you peace.That is what the letter read,But that is not true,Distance brings torture and pain,Please, don't leave.
Poem Challenge 10Life is on the move,With a newborn on it's way,New life coming as old fade,A new beginning as another comes to its end.It's the circle of life.
Love Is BlindWhy do you still want him after everything that he did..You offered him your heart, body and soul,and he damaged your soul and threw your heart like it was nothing,he took the body and after he was done he threw it away it, too.So, why do you still dream of him..why want someone like him..?
Isabella Gets Kinda Salty About FeminismTeach me how to be soft.Like Monet paintings.All pastel and water colorSo easily washed away.But so breath takingly pretty.Teach me how to be quiet. (Ha!)Like the breeze whistling through the trees.Delicate and belonging to Spring.Turn my hurricane winds into something you can handle.Teach me how to be beautiful.A paper cut out doll from your magazines, so easily ripped in to two.But don't I look so nice in this dress?Make my hair like silkInstead of a mess of tangled curls.Take your burning hot flat irons and turn every fiery red head knot into golden blonde.Style it until I look like a Hollywood princess.Sick and utterly gorgeous.Am I perfect to you now?You took my storms and made me into a colorless July sky.But you tell me 'Smile honey'Cameras go 'Snap snap snap'And I can hear my heart beat in them.You've taught me this since I was born.But I know better now.My pretty is uniqueLike wild flowers and thunderstorms.Vibrant and loud.And I will not be tamed,B
I am a writer.And I don't even careif the world hears my story.All I want to dois put my ink to paperand stain the white with all the thingsyou said to meand watch the paper blackenuntil you can't see the lines,because I am a writer.And I always carry my penso I can stain the world with my storiesthe way you stained me.I'll see you in the pages.
I Ship UsI can not measure our lovein words, but in how tightwe hug when we finallysee each other again. Thereis starshine in your smileand I could swear that youare Aurora, wreathed inbeauty, but with less sleepingand more ass-kicking.You are kind and selfless,a true paragon of loveand a goddess of all thingsgood. where most have blood,you have eternal love.all the light in the worldis simply not enoughto express the lightyour friendship andlove bring to me.Passion and excitementexude from everythingthat you do and you pouryour heart into; everything youmake, everything you touch.When we first met, there wasn'ta doubt in my mind that Ihad found one of my soulmates,someone who could laughover puns and obsess overpokemon, someone who wouldn'tjudge me on anything I'd done.A kind soul that is therefor all to see. One that hasbeen scarred and one Iwish to protect. Everythingyou do becomes bettersimply by your being there.You are the reason I believein friends b
Lighting In My BonesI loved you until therewas nothing left of me,but lighting in my bonesand chaos in my heart.
wands up your face had many names, each one a ring in the tree of your life; a paragon in the arts, a kind voice in the wind you were the lighthouse in the fog, the booming presence from above, the firework display in Germany, and the wizard who struck Muggle gold in the hearts of millions; the laughter in your halls will cease to be mo
Through The FlameThrough The Flame:Can you feel it in the winds?The chilling cries of blood-lust that sing through the air...May your people weep at the destruction that is to come;While you mortals cower behind your wards of flesh and steel!How does it feel I wonder,This question I askTo those who have spent their entire existenceAmassing power over their fellows...Know now that your paltry gestures;Your pseudo-might is but dust,Cast into the violent wind of a whirling typhoon!Now, tremble within your hovels of concrete and steel,For I am rage incarnate and I have come to ensure,That your world will burn...
speak up before it's too lateit saddens me deeplyhow the differencebetween making your lifeand taking your lifeis a single letterremember the importanceof words-speak up before it's too late
Gentle EdgesDarling..be gentle with my edges,they may be sharp and rough,but they are a big part of methat made me strong when I was weak.
Smile For MeSmile,It can do good,For you and others,It can warm a heart,Or let a person know,Someone is there for them.It's a curve,That can set,A lot of things,S t r a i g h t.