Black&White

the days are growing colder now, and lover's complaints forbear

for the snow we know is soon to fall will sparkle in her hair.

the good in all, and all is good ~ remains the lifelong cry

of the lover who has all to lose, and a sparkle in her eye.

has there ever been a moment when you lost your inhibitions?

well, dear, reach down and find them quick, or be made of contrition.

the bright consuming color that you think life may contain - 

- to be lost in sparkling wonderment - oh child, this is no game.

sometimes the greys consume the hues of happy gold and blue

and though the fields are beautiful, it may not seem so to you. 

so, like the lover, learn to find the good in all you see

the beauty that exists in all was made for you and me,

but is not always as you'd think - you must know that by now.

we must learn to thrive in black and white. we will. someday... somehow.

still waters stagnate

reflections, originally uploaded by sing.sweet.

i've fallen off, i've made my peace
the rushing water's taken me
down from my place of easy rest
i hate this change but know it's best.

beauty in tumbling shifting of life
throughout my days, i know they're rife
with tumultuous times and bumpy ways,
but i'm here for the cheese at the end of the maze.

so confused

what am i learning, what am i feeling?
you really want to know?
then man up, make your life your own.
step up and tell me so.

confused and angry, sad and sure
i know that this is right
but it sure is hard to elect lonely darkness
when i have the choice of light

what am i learning, what am i feeling?

you really want to know?

yeah... me too.

[[side note - i think i'm going to try and use original photos from now on. i'll let you know if they're not mine.]]

open

on the road to satisfaction 

i have found my bargain plea

see, there's nothing i can offer

'cept myself: and all of me. 

cuz i can't give just my intellect

and cant give just my pride

if i'm holding on to anything

my arms aren't open wide

to embrace the road before me

and embrace a love that's true.

so i'm dropping everything i've got

and holding on to you.

the road to satisfied...

i dont like this,

feeling useless

i dont like 

to feel alone.

does it matter 

if i like it?

is it hopeless?

is it home?

is it what i have

resigned to?

is this all 

the life i chose?

i wont whine, but

is this forever?

they say heaven

only knows.

only you can love me

no doubt the world will keep knocking us down,

but naturally we've come through it.

it's unmistakable how being loved like this feels

and only you can do it.

your love is different than everyone else's

i'm drawn to what just you can offer

there's respect i can notice, wonder i can feel-

i hang on your words as you proffer.

you understand the desires of my heart,

and i understand what you say

on top of your aid your heart comes a la carte...

only you love me that way.

insecurity

always someone to take your place

always someone better

you either disappear without a trace,

or you're mimicking to the letter. 

it's not you, not what you love-

your beautiful disaster. 

you're losing yourself in a sea you're scared of

and gaining timidity faster.

a beauty, intelligent, but insecure

don't forget to be true to the truth!

compromise that and you lose what is pure:

your passions, your quirks, and your youth.

now you've had hardships that have made you sure.

been beaten and broken and battered.

but here's something you can be gratified for:

that damned insecurity's shattered. 

gratitude for grace

as i look to you for guidance with my shallow seeking eyes,

they will brighten when i find you, which should come as no surprise.

am i looking for adventure, or the kind of life you bring?

am i hoping to find treasure or the chance for me to sing?

i want nothing but your comfort, and that way which you would have

for my feet to walk in step with yours is the most soothing salve

that ever i would find on earth, by farther and away...

and my heart laughs in gratitude, for i know not what else to say.

family

singing through sadness, fighting back fears

repressing the dark doubts and strangling tears.

running towards light which, far as you can see,

seems as far as it always has been and will be. 

long days and short nights wear you out, clear and thin

as you tug on your bootstraps, and wear your false grin.

dear one, there is true hope; dear love, there is life

try forgetting your worries and leaving your strife,

come home to the family who loves you more deeply

who will fight for you staunchly and climb for you steeply,

never forget where you came from, dear child

though you seek to be free and you live to be wild...

come back home to the family whose love will be there. 

your family is who you have. 

families care.

beauty and tears

-Grandparent's day 2009-

heartache and love, beauty and tears

a soothing sad voice as it falls on my ears

is there something that calms me or makes me to know

that we'll all just feel better, and once again grow?

love from the heartache, beauty from tears

never forgetting you soothe all my fears

there's nothing that makes me know better than this:

the repressive embraces that follow death's kiss.

goodbye, me-mah.

don't leave me.

surrounded by love, but you won't overbear

pathetically feeble and weepy.

you feel like you're just begging them

dont let me go, don't leave me.

who knew that it could feel this way

the loss, the setback, the sting.

they don't tell you grieving in time and as is

is the most ordinary thing.

different for all, but universally true

the feeling transcends the behavior

needing more than a cuddle and more than a friend...

needing a literal savior.

"don't let me go, don't leave my side",

your heart cries out to be held.

don't you wish you deserved it, wish you'd been good?

don't you wish you had never rebelled?

oh, how He loves us!

full of excitement and love of the world

you're a giggling, perfectly beautiful girl.

forgetting your mishaps and every last flaw,

you can now stand in wonder, and worship in awe.

no good, very bad day.

sometimes its a no good very bad day

and there's nothing you can do

there's blue sky somewhere but clouds above

and they're pouring down on you. 

its okay to be angry sometimes

to feel frustrated and upset

just remember that someday, and someday soon,

will be good as it's gonna get.

Jewel

Jewel, originally uploaded by Shootages.

softly, softly - so softly you come
the subtle excuses that leave me quite dumb.
gently you've worked your way into my head
priorities changed, nothing more to be said.
you found me alone and you came back to me
removed anger, resentment, and then let me see
and i'm happy again, in a way that's sincere.
oh jewel of joy, how i love that you're here.

delicate.

emotion rules me more than it ought

the delicate balance is thrown off again.

god, take me away, away from this dissonance

to a place where the love doesn't end.

a tear falls down, of joy or remorse?

in confusion i want nothing but to be held.

but rolled tightly inward, i clutch my own knees...

in hurt i'm inspired, in darkness compelled.

it's walking a tightrope, it's talking in code

it's delicate work that takes more than a friend

oh, stop this frustration! oh, take me away...

to a place where the love will not end.

the beauty in me

waking to a cold wet world.

opening my eyes

colorless, lifeless, but beautiful,

i find to my surprise.

there's beauty in good and beauty in bad

beauty in all that i'm seeing...

I love the creation of all as it is - 

its' storming and falling and being.

who knew that a day that i thought would bring hate 

dawning, made me to be free?

the cynic is gone, i can start moving on,

and start seeing the beauty in me.

refuge

full of peace, dripping with radiance
this solitude is very nice,
a place that makes me the picture of salience.
but every refuge has its price.

slow motion

there's a door to my heart i'm stuck behind,

i once peered through the rusted lock.

i saw the world for what it was

then turned my gaze back to the clock.

content but not quite satisfied, 

fulfilled but not all there

the colors just aren't quite bright enough

to make me stop and stare.

i feel transfixed inside myself,

trapped in but peering out.

the beauty i see makes me want to be

around, within, about. 

but i can't be seen about the world

in this old unsightly frock...

now the motion is slow, i must stop and go,

as i walk to my door, and knock. 

i'm letting go.

not to worry, not to care, not to be consumed with doubt
to follow what i know i love and live for what i'm all about
to learn to be truly grateful for the blessings on my way,
to stand on the edge of insanity but to know i'll be okay.
to open my hands to the future, and to wholly, completely forgive...
to seek to be truly letting go is the way that i want to live.

make the most

i don't mind a good enthralling day

of being a comfortable me

i'm not scared to laugh, so i should note

that i forgot the tea. 

this day is pretty, and i make the most

of days i wake up with a smile

it means a lot to smile on a day

you've been anxious about for awhile.

a forgetful soul remembering too much

i'm a paradox at best

but i'll make the most of this day that i have

and not worry about the rest.

Neurotic

i just get the feeling like something's not right.

i wanna be helpful, i wanna be strong,

but it's hard when i'm worried too, scared and upset

i just feel like something is terribly wrong.

praying for good and still yearning for best

i hope that this case will be open and shut.

am i overreacting? is there no cause for fear?

i cant shake this feeling inside of my gut.

it's okay, it's alright, we're gonna be fine

no matter the outcome, we're gonna get through.

i love you, i'm with you, there's no need to cry.

just hold on to me - i won't let go of you.

in my place

crucified to set me free...
i live to bring Him praise.

who knew i'd want you through and through-

i gave all that i am for you.

who knew on my best day i'd never be 

enough to give you what you need.

a tragic truth, a stinging curse,

i sing the song - verse after verse

a hopeless cry, a damned refrain...

i've you to lose; but naught to gain.

carry

i will carry you when your way is frightening

carry you through the summer sky

i'll carry you out of the thunder and lightning

when your heart is heavy and you don't know why....

i'd carry you if you found yourself crying

carry you through your lows and highs

i'll follow to catch when you fall from your flying

and carry you 'til you are done with your sighs. 

i'll sing you to sleep when you need not to think of

the cuts and the bruises that cover your knees

from falling to earth when you crash and you sink, love,

my voice will carry your soul to the trees.

i'd carry you anywhere you need to get to

take you there, far as my small eyes can see.

all that i ask of you - when i am hurting...

would you stop and look, would you come carry me?

birthday

oh what a beautiful, magical day - 

what a fabulous day to exist

watching the rhythm, feeling the rhyme

of the universe covered in mist.

feeling loved and surrounded, thought of and blessed

like this day was meant to revive...

loving to be back at home in my heart, 

enthralled to again feel alive.

Nancy

you want to break down but you have to keep track of

a hundred small trivial things.

keep going.

you'll not just get by on this faith, love

oh no, you will rise on its wings.

you're admirable, lovable, strong, and so faithful

in smallness and weakness you thrive.

you always seem genuine, always sincere,

and you're always glad to be alive.

You will be lifted within limitations,

your defeat will be victory too:

it's all because you're wrestling drawbacks in tandem

it's all because it's not just you.

you're fighting your battles with power and love now,

and see? it has caused you to sing!

you didn't just learn to scrape by with your faith...

you have risen to soar on its wings.

Little sun

there are times i love to smile-

i feel as if the battle's won

but for those times when i am tried, 

i hold onto my little sun.

my little sun: it sits with me

and lights my days up one by one

it's all that beauty is to me,

my precious perfect little sun.

i have to leave it here sometimes,

i feel i'm always on the run...

but as i go and move about,

protect for me my little sun.

grounded

the distraction from abstraction never ceases to detract

and the lines of irony throughout can force you to react.

but don't let the pointed paradigm make you forget your prayers,

follow what you know is right, and hold your ground right there.

when there's arguments ascending but you're sinking like a stone,

don't let the multitudes of them convince you you're alone.

application in real life is true, the whatifs will die out

i know you'll prove that who you are is what you're all about.

quiet girl

is there ever a day that you want not to speak

but be left on your own in the rain?

is there ever a time you feel tired and weak

and your heartsong's a mellow refrain?

is there ever a time you lack power to care

about trivial, meaningless words

but you wish you'd be left all alone just to stare

out the window and watch the free birds?

do you ever feel empty, but not really upset

just indifferent to your nearby world?

you can be that today, love, it's alright - don't fret.

just today, you can be quiet girl.

i want to buy a pair of rocket dogs for my birthday :)

standing on all of the beauty on earth

learning to walk alone.

independence at best and intense gloom at worst,

it's not something you can be shown:

to be classy but all on your own.

to have someone to share this with, all of this depth

to find and to in turn, be found.

to have insight challenged against other views;

just to have someone around... 

to be freed by someone, and not bound.

living to feel like you need no excuse,

searching for more than you see,

finding more nothing than you've ever known,

hoping to more than just BE,

don't be lonely, embrace that you're free.

nightling

nightling, your love is within the dark sky,

quietly searching for god-knows-why.

every so often, intrigue comes to call 

when the moon is a crescent; when stars choose to fall.

ordinary below - a field and a tree

the fantastic above you in all that you see.

dear nightling, you love the long night and i know

what it is that you crave as you tarry there so.

purple and indigo shade night's black oil

you note your observance and stretch on the soil

to catch more small wonders, fleeting though they be,

oh, nightling. you're not spotting just what you see. 

you're seeing more depth, aren't you? finding a way...

a way to drag yourself through every new day

in love with your life but hostile to your loss

the brilliance you take in helps you drag your cross.

"the night sky is lovely this evening, you think?"

my nightling, just nod, and give them a sad wink.

expressions of praise

exuding my passions

and oozing my joy

i step into monday serene.

it begins well and ends well,

a day for the books

just a good day, you know what i mean.

days that are crazy,

days that are fun

lovely and carefree sweet days

when i feel free and happy

it's days like this that

i seek to express my true praise.

so i sing and i smile

and i dance just a bit

and i run through the fields and i write

i seek to discover

just how i can be

that will endlessly put off the night

so this day will not end,

how i wish it could stay!

why seek change when its all going right?

clearly.

i know your desire is true understanding;

seeking to see things, a quest to be known.

but you hold out your arms and you throw back your head

and you go on your journey, you walk on alone.

and who even knows where the journey is going

can you even recall where it took you before?

can you pretend to bend fate and to act like

you knew what would come from the traps you fell for?

no, we're all befuddled and dealing with questions

choosing the least of the evils we see

all has been clouded, and nothing is stable

it would seem we're just guessing to get by, to be.

but one thing is real to you, one thing is sure

and clear as the bright midday sun in the sky -

follow your drop of pure untainted wisdom...

hold fast and be strong, love, please promise you'll try.

the capture

consistency has never been my strongpoint... apologies.

have you been followed? have you been seen?

is that abuse or strangely comforting?

have you been pegged for the person you are?

been known for your smiles, your fears, and your scars?

have you a story you wish you could tell?

have you someone you wish would know you well?

have you tried to find closeness within and without,

but without finding what you've been praying about?

how can they tell you to settle for less?

don't they see tears in your eyes of distress?

just believe in the one you hoped for at the start...

just wait, you'll find someone who'll capture your heart.

sunrise

I love sunrises more than almost anything, I think.

They represent to me my time to be alone, time meant just for me. They represent discipline and solitude, which are both ideas that I value a little more than I care to admit, being the lighthearted and jovial spirit that I am.

So, I just love sunrises. 

I watched three of them on the beach this week.

This morning was the best one.

From the moment I stepped out in my jogging shoes and saw the colors and the clouds, I knew it would be exquisite. I had to jump a fence to get out to the beach; I wasn’t going to let anything stop me. After running a little along the shoreline and searching for my footprints on the way back, I plopped myself down in the sand, settled and ready for the sun to pop up over the water. The first thing I always notice about the sunrise is the way it sets a few selected clouds on fire before it even begins. The intense pink lining is just proof of what’s to come. The tide rolled on and the waves continued to break as I hummed the beatles’ “here comes the sun” (doo-de-doo-doo) to myself as intrigued joggers passed me by. I waited as the clouds began to lighten, as the sunbeams stretched across the sky like fingers, desperately reaching. There were now lines of pastel purple, pink, orange, yellow and blue all smooshed and faded together, but still no sun. “here comes the sun, little darlin’…” I didn’t really know the words. I sat and waited with my hands and feet 

planted in the sand.

Here comes the sun.

It began as a fiery pink spot. The spot widened some and rounded out. It peeked behind a small cloud at the horizon. Eventually, the half sun had engulfed the cloud and hot pink light totally surrounded it. As it continued to rise above the water, the top of the sun began to turn to fluorescent neon orange. What a tacky color that can be, I thought, when you see it in a box of markers.

But this was the absolute furthest thing from tacky.

I watched as the sun put on a brilliant show of colors and the sea reflected the entire thing distortedly – it reminded me of some kind of gorgeous abstract art. The sun was a full orb of fire now, beginning to change to a fierce yellow. The foam of the backlit waves was tinged pink when it splashed… this sun beautified everything it touched. As I watched it hovering, still close to the water, I noticed something painfully commonplace that today seemed to me completely revolutionary. The reflection of the sun on the water made a line. This beautiful golden watery line began right at the far-off horizon… and pointed straight to me.

I was a part of this beautiful unfolding. It was for me.

The green crashing waves were now iced with pure, piercing, colorless light as the sun continued its ascent into the sky. The ever-popping bubbles brought up on the shore from the surf looked instead like scintillating glitter left behind. When I’d had my fill of the big blue green reflective sea, and when the colors of the sky had all melted into light, I walked back over the dimpled and shadowed sand wondering if I would have to climb the fence the other way to get back into my condo. I looked up and saw a full moon opposite the scene I had just witnessed as the day’s young sun gently warmed my back, letting me know it was still there. I just shook my head.

…and I get to be a part of this beauty…

[innocent]

not to know the scrutiny of another's watchful eye

not to know you're being viewed, but to look outside and sigh

to be free to feel enraptured by the beauty that you see

and not to know it's staring back in smug complacency.

how wonderful to be so sweet that sweetness is your prize

to have a set of chubby cheeks and pools of joy for eyes.

but will it save you from the world? no, you're not made immune

just because your smile is warm and you sing a cheery tune.

not to care what others think, not to know the sting

of a thousand angry judging eyes must be a wonderful thing.

just to care for what you see and live for what you know

is freeing and lovely and happy and best - a child told me so.

ripples

why is it, that

when one thing leaves me, everything's gone?

there's never a give and a take... 

it makes me feel hopeless- can you even go on

when you've made every single mistake?

it's just like a ripple is placed in effect

like everything's waiting to break.

when the hammer is dropped, there's no way to deflect

all these feelings with all that's at stake.

left alone, left to ponder, left to just sit and think

to keep wondering what i did wrong.

holding onto my knees with fat tears on the brink

of my eyelids. you've broken my song.

and now, though i'm broken, im fumbling to find

where the deed was done, how i got here.

maybe i'm callous, maybe im blind. 

all i know is: i live my worst fear.

You Found Me. you saved me.

"Lost and Insecure, You found me.

You found me lying on the floor

surrounded."

--The Fray

I was lost and insecure.

i was lost in lies, and so insecure about my own motives and behavior...

But i've been found! 

I've been discovered in my weakness, and i've been told the truth.

the truth is that you're inherently beautiful: not because of something you are fixing to make yourself more perfect and not because of how you're going to clean up your act. you are a beautiful creature, and no one can take that away from you. 

to be found by someone who sees that beauty and reminds you of it, who celebrates it, is one of the most freeing and eye-opening things that can happen to you. 

i hope you find peace and faith, i hope you find security.

but more than anything you find,

I hope that You are Found.

always love

do i love to love or do i love to be alone?

'cuz honestly, a life with love is all i've ever known.

i sing that "i'm in love with love!" and i don't think that's wrong

but do my meaningful beliefs reach deeper than my song?

i want to learn to fall in love without a backward glance

to find the one i can tell how i feel, not let reason stand a chance

say yes to the feeling of impulse, and no to inhibition -

inspired to choose to love someone of my own free volition.

there is no stronger bond i know, no way to be more close

than holding the precious head in your hands of the very one you chose.

so yes, i think that i do love love, and that someday it will find me.

because i think us loving one another is the way it's meant to be.

glorious morning

i was born to love the morning

and the glorious rising sun,

and the birds who wake up chirping

how i love them, every one!

as i close my eyes and drink it in:

the light, the cool, the dew,

it all makes my heart start beating

like the mornings only do.

the amount i love each daybreak

almost makes me lose my head!

i was born to love the morning

...

it's too bad i love my bed.

will you be there?

originally uploaded by always ordinary.

7/11
danget! i missed slurpee day!
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can you hold me and protect me
from the cold, relentless chill?
do you care or are you teasing,
will you be there when you say you will?

when im tired and im hurting
and i'm cranky and befuddled
if i just need a chest to lay on
will yours be the one i cuddle?

through thick and thin and big and small
you're sticking with me, and i see
that i am comfortable with you,
and that you're truly loving me.

now you've proven yourself worthy
now you've given your fair share.
now i know you and i trust you,
and now i'm sure; you will be there.

on frustration and freedom

[sorry for the detour from poetry lately; i have really had some things on my heart to write out.]

Romans 8:20

"For the creation was subjected to frustration , not by its own choice, but by the will of the One who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious

 freedom 

of the children of God."

Lord, 

it is frustrating to have to keep changing! it is frustrating to be wrong time and time again! 

we have been all waiting together. If i am frustrated, i am not alone. You have frustrated me, You have subjected me to this life, this constantly shifting expectation, this directive to be ever content but never complacent, and if it stopped there,

 i could never forgive you.  

but You have a purpose in it all: Your dearest hope is that i would be free. and for that love, for that purpose, 

now i can never repay you. 

i was enslaved, and bound to decay - i had no hope, but you frustrated those plans and the direction i was headed, you changed things in order to liberate me from that bondage. 

so, i will endure the frustration. so, i will continue to try and change, no matter how i feel about it, because i know you have chosen what's best.

i want the glorious freedom. 

Something You Are

To be something you’re not-  well, let’s face it, we all do it.  Perhaps it’s compromising to your nature, perhaps you’re not staying “true to yourself”, but we all try on some different identities in order to prove a point, make a scene, be a star, and find out what we truly enjoy. 

But not to be something you are, now that...

that is another thing entirely. 

It is a difficult thing, to the point of near impossibility, to endeavor to change a fundamental point of your personality.  It is easy enough to exasperatedly fling at someone the phrase “oh, stop being such a flirt!” or, “do you always have to wait so long before you answer 

me?” but that is where the ease of the situation ends. 

It feels wrong, morally wrong, to try and change something about yourself that you just are; to try not to do something that you just do – not out of habit, and not as a learned phenomenon, but just because it is what you do.   

Perhaps it would behoove us to learn to overcome this discomfort: just buckle down, bite the bullet, and not do whatever it is we do.  Perhaps we should learn to change, but also change to learn 

(Run Kid Run – Wake up, Get up). 

But I do not think it is possible; no, a person who can simply find change without a valiant struggle is too perfect for humanity. We are all grunting and straining together in the classic challenge of existence: to be better, happier, people becoming more whole and more ideal all the time.  

How can you change who you are? 

Really… should you change who you are? 

How much of you was made with a purpose and how much of you became a part of you sometime after that purposeful creation? 

All I know is that it feels wrong, and so very hard, to change myself --  because, in the end,

I don’t want to lose myself in the changing.

take me someplace beautiful.

originally uploaded by PatrickSmithPhotography.

take me someplace with mist and mountains
take me somewhere clear.
transport me someplace i can sit and think
take me where i can hear.

out of the sickness, out of the smog
out of the smoky air
away from the chattering people and cars
take me where life seems fair.

take me someplace with shiny oceans
take me where i fit in.
take me someplace not flat and boring
where colors seep into the wind.

take me someplace beautiful
a place i'll appreciate being.
take me someplace beautiful.
where the air is not binding, but freeing.

Otherworldly

originally uploaded by etravus -since Feb. 2006.

There's something otherworldly about the moon some nights.
well, now that i say it, i guess there's always something otherworldly about the moon.
some nights, though, it comes to remind me. tonight the moon was just so round it was bulging, so close it was tangible, so big i hardly recognized it. it was a soft pastel yellow against a blue sky that was fading to purple. it just made me stop and look. it hovered right above the trees, just hung there, so big and plump and soft.
the moon is not menacing. the moon is not bright. the moon is just helpful; helpful and beautiful. not always visible, not always noticed. different, and distant, and a striking reminder that we're actually going about our business on a piece of mud that is crashing and spinning through units of universe.
we are hurtling, careening through existence and we aren't even capable of noticing it.
...sound familiar?

would we feel peace if the earth just stopped?

there is something very enlightening about the moon. it reminds me that we are still moving.

shhh

originally uploaded by risquillo.

don't speak, don't try
don't break the silence of the sky
there is a certain peacefulness i find in it tonight.
but don't leave, don't go
still stay with me, i know you know
that though i stand here quiet i don't want to be alone.
can you feel, can you see
the beauty as you stand with me?
there's loveliness in reveling in all that's been made free.
raise your head, close your eyes
the beauty is for him who tries
to take it in with all his senses, he who tries to find.
be a seeker, and be still
you'll feel it too, i know you will
the depth and precious prettiness of earth - you'll feel the thrill.

a word of futility

don't worry, don't cry, you'll have some more chances,

you'll do more, you'll be more, you'll have more, you'll find more.

let it go, friend, move on. go unearth greener pastures.

it's only all you've ever worked for.

your life's not over, you've had ONE loss.

stop acting like you're perpetually haunted.

don't sweat it, don't grieve it! come on - give it up!

it's only what you've always wanted.

it's hard, we've all been there, without doubt we relate,

we all know why you've got your anguish unfurled.

buck up, friend, and grin - you can't moan forever!

it's only the weight of the world.

you're feeling this hurt but you'll move on in no time,

because it's the strong stuff that you're made of.

so you can do it, let's erase those old memories...

it's only all you've ever loved.

proud.

originally uploaded by poveralice.

standing tall now, so headstrong.
i don't know why you keep saying i'm wrong.
i wont let you tell me i'm broken.
i simply refuse to see
everything i have worked to be
as a problem.
i'm proud of who i am, i'm proud of how i care. i'm proud of who i'm becoming and what i have accomplished.
i like me and i'm finally comfortable in my own skin - how is that not an accomplishment?
i hope to be flexible enough to know when complacency is not an option, but can't i be allowed to rest?
can't i be allowed
to be proud?

1,2,3,4

 originally uploaded by Julie Foolie.

is it meant for one - the most specialest person
or to give to everyone?
there's so many meanings and strange kinds of love,
and i've only just begun.

there's the kind that keeps you up at night
and the kind that helps you sleep
the kind that helps all who are standing around you
and that weeps when others weep.

it has to be given and taken, both -
shown in action and said in word,
it's clear that love is a two-way street,
and a double-edged sword.

it's a mystery, this love, a baffling game
but it's true at the end of the day
that everyone needs it somehow or another,
we must've been made that way.

now, the way i see it, the only way
the bring some kind of semblance of peace;
the only way to see heaven on earth
is to reach out to the least of these.

there's pain and there's evil and hurt and there's death
in glazed eyes you can just about see through.
so make it priority, if it's just once today,
to say or show someone "i love you."

blessed

How nice! my supper's paid for

and Joy! now i am full.

i won't go Hungry anymore

Paid up and settled is the score,

the bill is Void and null.

but Backwards is the way i feel

should i have Paid for that?

i cannot be your Pity case

no, i must look You in the face

my pride has been laid Flat.

a Gift is what you gave me?

a gift, you say, for Me?

it Fills my body and my heart

to know that When i fall apart

someone is there to See.

so, Joy, my meal is paid for!

and thank you, for i'm Filled.

my life is Blessed because you came,

the Days go by, not all the same

but each one shows me one More way

your LOVE has paid the bill.