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just walking away…


Funny how one day one wedding
can make everything change…
And for the first time & for the last time…
I’m walking away…

Don’t know if love is black or white
But I know that it ain’t shades of grey…
Never been the kind to leave a friend
but feeling used & left with no name…

Best friends, we pinkie promised
Wrote an oath & signed in pen…
Funny how with time we grow &
Wonder what’s the point of it?

We were best friends,
We were known as ‘the twins’
We grew up in each other’s homes…
Is this really going to be the end?

Cuz you grew up & are getting married
And all this drama is for one day…
You want me to give a toast but,
For the first & last time, I’m walking away

Tired of being the one you call up late,
Always talking about you & your life,
Always me waking up early or staying up late,
Feeling taken for granted & utilized…

So for the first time
And for the last time
I love you girl but I…
Am walking away….

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where her soul is off to?


Green zig zag lines
and air pumping machines…
digital numbers flash,
& hanging tubes & IV’s…

one unconscious girl
lays limply stuffed with tubes,
I wonder while her body lays here,
where her soul has gone off to…

Is she locked inside,
listening to me whisper in her ear?
or is she walking in heavenly gardens,
gaining strength in angelic care?

Is she being held by Mary,
before being sent back down?
or is she being enlightened,
&, like Scrooge, flown around?

Oh my baby sister…
hold on to dear life,
but if it’s too much,
at least come back for good bye…

 
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Posted by on September 26, 2012 in explore, Faith, family, Hope, life, Nature, Poetry, Reminiscing

 

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Let the STORM bring PEACE…


God felt my heart break,
and like any best friend,
he looked down & cried with me,
including rains & gusting wind…

I felt my heart grow icy,
sitting there in cold hospital room,
I guess God felt the lack of warmth,
& he let the snow fall too….

Oh oh, life is too fragile,
it’s too easy to break…
I’m crying by her side,
just begging her to choose to stay…

Wake up! wake up!
I shall love you even more…
But as long as I wait,
let it hail, let it storm…

16 is too young,
Lord, grant her heart peace…
help me give her love on Earth,
or grant her eternal restful sleep…

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for the 6 days, my sister has been in a coma. Please keep her in your prayers. She is 16, & having seizure activity, but no response to anything…

 
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Posted by on September 26, 2012 in explore, Faith, family, Hope, introspective, life, Poetry, Stories

 

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The link among mankind: eternity waits


We’ve all been broken in some form
And yet, all built, along the way
We all have many sins & regrets to date
And we all are still alive enough to change

I don’t care to where you go, or whence you’re from
You are the epitome of creation perfected & loved,
You are human, forgive yourself, forgive humanity,
Embrace your life, embrace your God given strength

Then fill your days with faith
in the wisdom of all that you don’t know…
Life is too short for regrets and hatred & guilt,
Let it go, move on, be human, & learn to rebuild.

Nothing lasts forever
Save the soul & heart of faith.
save the gentle acceptance of burden,
eternally rewarded, eternally saved…

 

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I am human and ALL that means…


I am human
The greatest thing that one can be
I am human,
Along with all the traits of humanity

I am human
Full of faith, hope, love, & jealousy
I am human
And there’s nothing else I’d rather be

Say I’m sorry all the time,
with a brocken-hearted hope in life…
It ain’t the end if it ain’t right,
There’s always a new path to find…

Humanity is a cruel and twisted race
Yet both forgiving & sympathetic
Even the angels envy our fragile states,
Oh we, in His image & likeness made….

though perhaps the greatest trait of mankind
is desiring to be so much more than we are…
In this I am certainly, oh such a human girl
wishing to be far too much to this world…

Remember, all you humans,
that life is not a guarantee,
that it is simply our chance to make a choice,
and embrace love & our humanity.

 

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mind games of fight


Don’t hang up on me…
I want the last farewell…
If anyone is looking to know,
long-distance is a living hell…

It’s both addicting & revolting,
wanna cling on for dear life,
or slam it out my door…
it’s one big mental fight…

usually we tell ourselves,
if they care, they will be here…
but I can’t exactly get that,
when i’m here while you’re there

So i have to believe your words,
just your words & a week every now & then…
Gosh darn it, I really do love you,
but I just want this distance to end.

 

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becomming an evacuee


Day 1-
“Oh my gosh, how awful!
The smoke is hurting my eyes,
did they really need to close the highway?
I’ll have to postpone my shopping time.”

Day 2-
“um, the fire is still burning,
& it’s billowing sheets of smoke our way…
Staying glued to the news, alarming,
but grateful it isn’t us at least today…”

Day 3-
Now we are on pre-evacuation,
but I doubt it will ever come this close,
I guess decide what you would pack,
but we probably won’t actually have to go…”

Day 4-
I guess we should make plans to go tomorrow
and all of a sudden that red line on the map
is within 1.5 miles of our home & my bed,
But now i am too much in shock to pack…

Day 5-
the sherrif rings our doorbell
informs us we have 1 hour to get out…
Groceries, towels, journals, heirlooms,
are all stuffed in as fireman’s voices shout…

I look over the hill as we drive…
I can see the flames just over the trees…
I’ve seen this before in movies…
but it wasn’t my home, my life on the brink of burning…

TODAY-
evacuated. scared.
helpless & afraid.
thankful for life, but, how do you live
when everything in your life is at stake?

My work is evacuated,
we have nothing to do but wait…
our house may be fine,
or my carload, may be all that’s saved…

God help all of us here,
all those in Colorado & the west today…
dear bloggers if you have a moment,
please send a prayer our way

 

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