That White Girl

The names Robbie Yeaahh just like a boy.

Unfinished Business

I wrote this about a friend whom I quickly became close when, and before I knew it they were gone. 

The lights they danced

And the spirit was strong

We closed our eyes

And we sang along

Corners of eyes

a few hidden glances

I watched from afar

What were the chances

The moments were brief

But eventually long

It all came together

Like the words of a song

Gone in a instant

No time to speak

Nothing so strong

Was ever so weak

Now the night it sings

That same old tune

Of a friendship dead

Way too soon

I know this is true

My color is blue

How does one grieve

Over something so new

Happiness brings me

The memory of you

Sadness takes it

and reminds me it’s through

I’ll always be waiting

Here in this place

with a hopeful soul

and arms full of Grace

May the road lead you somewhere

where life fills your heart

and longing and pain

no longer take part

You see, if you listen

and close your eyes

the sound of his voice

will drowned out those lies

So farewell and peace

to a dear friend

We have finally come

To our journeys end

Summers Gone

Did you forget the way it moved you
The way that hope seethed through you,
and the way you held forever in your hands?
 
And the little birds with there little wings
slapped your chest violently
and you soared up in a summer storm.
 
but the rains came down and they washed you clean.
Reminded you of your eternity
and that the heart, it has no choice of it’s own.
 
The sky, it watched you fall and in it’s weeping…
drowned you in it’s tears.
And whispered softly through the pain
 ”In love there is no fear”.

Poetry From Prison

I wrote this poem awhile back but I have always thought it was one of my better poems. It’s about loving someone who can’t seem to let go of your past mistakes, just wanting to be forgiven by them and how hard it is to move on once trust is lost in any relationship. 

You have me in this prison

Chained to the things which you can’t forgive

And I can feel my heart dying

And the void it fills.

It fills with the things that haunt you.

With fear, with doubt.

I think for a moment that if I am careful

I can run the scissors  clean along the edges of heart

And maybe get rid of the piece of you

That attached itself with kind words and dream like touches.

I don’t want to live in prison eating stale words.

Drinking love that runs through the gutters and drips from the ceiling

Onto cold walls, into dry, cracked hands.  

Don’t punish me here.

Open the door and let me see the sun

Then you can leave, you can run.

But first just lets feel the sun together

And recall how it felt when it burned in our veins

Before it set fire to this life.

Just Breathe

There is so much beauty in the world around us, so much joy and wonder. Even in the small things. We are in such a hurry, that we forget to stop and breathe. To take a moment to relax and experience life with all of our senses. Time is not on our side and one day very soon, you will look back and wonder when life passed you by. You will think about all the moments you truly felt alive and you will quietly wish that they had lasted longer. You will wish that that instead of rushing through life that you had maybe stopped and maybe grabbed on to those perfect moments, those chances you were given to experience life. So today I encourage you to live. To make today it’s best. Let no chance pass you by. Hold on to friendships, make time for your family, smile at strangers, laugh at your own jokes, and let the joy of the Lord take you over! But most importantly….Love. Love without passing judgment, love uncontrollably. Love always. Because ..life is but a breath. Psalm 39:5

Beautiful Hearts Make Beautiful People

What is beauty?

I see this so often, woman and young girls struggling with self worth. I see 11 year old girls who look like they are 17?! There are constant reminders in the magazines we read, the shows we watch and the rejections we face that we must achieve physical perfection to get what we want and to be accepted, and to be LOVED by a man. We have accepted the lie that beauty is only skin deep. But I believe, beauty is something we feel, and see with our mind and our spirit, and it comes from the “Wellspring of life”….OUR HEARTS. Beauty is SO much more than the clothes we wear, or the way we look. It is more than physical perfection. Beauty starts on inside and reflects outward.  It’s the way we love, it’s the way we live. It’s GOD in us. When we realize that,and begin to work MORE on our hearts rather than our hair, then that is when we truly become beautiful from the inside out.  I know so many woman who radiate beauty, that people are memorized by,  and it’s not because they have perfect hair, huge boobs and a small waste. No. They are confident, kind, strong and gentle woman. That is beauty. That is what attracts people, the RIGHT kind of people.

I’m not perfect and I have to remind myself daily that the condition of my heart matters so much more than the condition of my hair. Think about it.   

Goodbye
Beautiful things don’t ask for attention
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RUNNING MONTANA // the little red house by -the little red house- #flickstackr
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This is happiness 

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RUNNING MONTANA // the little red house by -the little red house- #flickstackr

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This is happiness 

Separation

The silence is louder
than the engines of a train
It drenches my whole being
Like the early autumn rain

I try to dry it off
Try to run away
But I am swimming in a river
of every yesterday

My last hope is that the water
Erodes you from my heart
and the maker and I
won’t feel so far apart

Listen. Can you hear it? The music. I can hear it everywhere. In the wind… in the air… in the light. It’s all around us. All you have to do is open yourself up. All you have to do… is listen.

Sigh :))

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