Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was always down. This little girl always had tears in her eyes, and pain in her heart. But one day, an angel descended from heaven. Her elegant wings guided her towards the little girl. The angel saw the little girl crying and asked "what's wrong little one"? The girl replied, "my heart is sore, my head hurts, my tears are always streaming, and I have felt this way before". The angel took her hand, and stood her up. She said, "oh darling, I have felt this way too. You need to open your eyes and keep your head up, and I will always be there for you". The little girl smiled, and stared at the angel. The angel then stated, "little girl, don't be frightful, because you are special. And if you ever need me, just blow this whistle, and I will descend as your guardian angel". The angel flew back to heaven, and the little girl waved goodbye. She then turned around, and smiled at the sunshine. Her life had turned around, things had gotten better. The little girl rarely blew the whistle. But when she did, her angel came to her. She told the girl it will all be okay, and tomorrow is a new day. The girl grew up, and the angel came to her in her time of need. The angel said "I love you sweet one, I'm glad you called me down for all these things. But now my time is done, and I'm giving you your own wings". Together, they flew away, and were as happy as they can be. But, I must point out, the angel is you, and the little child is me.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Guardian Angel
For Mads and Kayla and all the other people who make me smile-
Monday, March 21, 2011
Untitled
World of Hurt,
Life of Hunger.
Desperate for Hope.
Thirsty for Wonder.
Games of love.
All of the above.
This life is tough.
What we have,
Is not enough.
Times of plead.
Times of need.
Nothing our arms reach for
Doesn't make us bleed.
Faith.
Desire.
Held by a thin wire.
Held so close
By the lover and the liar.
Bonded together
Two peas in a pod.
Lust and Wealth
Are cheaters of the same God.
Life of Hunger.
Desperate for Hope.
Thirsty for Wonder.
Games of love.
All of the above.
This life is tough.
What we have,
Is not enough.
Times of plead.
Times of need.
Nothing our arms reach for
Doesn't make us bleed.
Faith.
Desire.
Held by a thin wire.
Held so close
By the lover and the liar.
Bonded together
Two peas in a pod.
Lust and Wealth
Are cheaters of the same God.
My Rainbow
Life is a rainbow
That's dark and grey.
I don't know when I'll see my brightest day.
Holding on to hope in anyway.
Trying to live and continuing to pray.
My words are ignored no matter what I say.
I don't think I'm okay.
This is what my rainbow looks like,
At the end of the day.
No special pot of gold.
Not sunny and warm,
But bleak and cold.
But it's all the same.
You have to put up with the rain,
Before the rainbow.
You have to hide the pain,
Before the end of your sorrow.
That's dark and grey.
I don't know when I'll see my brightest day.
Holding on to hope in anyway.
Trying to live and continuing to pray.
My words are ignored no matter what I say.
I don't think I'm okay.
This is what my rainbow looks like,
At the end of the day.
No special pot of gold.
Not sunny and warm,
But bleak and cold.
But it's all the same.
You have to put up with the rain,
Before the rainbow.
You have to hide the pain,
Before the end of your sorrow.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Crow
Today, I saw a crow.
I came home in tears.
My heart now has a hole,
And unforgettable fears.
Today, I saw a crow.
I know what this means.
Something I learned long ago.
It's the usual routine.
Another person gone.
Another funeral to attend.
More tears to shed,
Another life lost, to this horrible trend.
What's horrible is I've gotten used to it.
Used to the fates of Death.
Used to crying and praying.
Used to hearing of their last breath.
I'm used to the questioning of Him.
Yet, I 'm used to visiting His house.
I'm used to wearing black,
And the dark days under His roof.
I'm not a hypocrite.
Just waiting for the sun to shine.
But for now, I'll prepare my outfit.
And hide under the moonshine.
I came home in tears.
My heart now has a hole,
And unforgettable fears.
Today, I saw a crow.
I know what this means.
Something I learned long ago.
It's the usual routine.
Another person gone.
Another funeral to attend.
More tears to shed,
Another life lost, to this horrible trend.
What's horrible is I've gotten used to it.
Used to the fates of Death.
Used to crying and praying.
Used to hearing of their last breath.
I'm used to the questioning of Him.
Yet, I 'm used to visiting His house.
I'm used to wearing black,
And the dark days under His roof.
I'm not a hypocrite.
Just waiting for the sun to shine.
But for now, I'll prepare my outfit.
And hide under the moonshine.
Dear Diary
Februrary 2nd-
It's safe to say cancer ruins everything. My mom is a survivor, has been since she was diagnosed at 28. Now, my grandma has it. Stage 3. I don't really know what to say. But, I wish things would go right. For once.
It's safe to say cancer ruins everything. My mom is a survivor, has been since she was diagnosed at 28. Now, my grandma has it. Stage 3. I don't really know what to say. But, I wish things would go right. For once.
Valentine's Day
All I see is red.
Hearts and love.
Chocolates and flowers.
All the above.
All I see is red.
Kisses in the halls.
Drawn out hugs.
Loving messages and phone calls.
All I see is red.
Balloons and cards.
Couples holding hands.
Messages on sweethearts.
All I see is red.
And no guy in my life gets to say
"I love you".
Gosh, I hate valentine's day.
Hearts and love.
Chocolates and flowers.
All the above.
All I see is red.
Kisses in the halls.
Drawn out hugs.
Loving messages and phone calls.
All I see is red.
Balloons and cards.
Couples holding hands.
Messages on sweethearts.
All I see is red.
And no guy in my life gets to say
"I love you".
Gosh, I hate valentine's day.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Storm
Darkened days.
Dirty clouds.
Lightning flashes,
Thunder speaks aloud.
Rain hits my face.
Rain trickles down my cheek.
This storm never passes.
It never leaves.
Under the cloud of Worthless.
Stuck in the storm of Hate.
Desperate for Hope,
But in the end, I'm too late.
This storm controls me.
Throws me around.
Stuck in the alley of Lost.
Waiting to be found.
Dirty clouds.
Lightning flashes,
Thunder speaks aloud.
Rain hits my face.
Rain trickles down my cheek.
This storm never passes.
It never leaves.
Under the cloud of Worthless.
Stuck in the storm of Hate.
Desperate for Hope,
But in the end, I'm too late.
This storm controls me.
Throws me around.
Stuck in the alley of Lost.
Waiting to be found.
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