Rain falls and hits the ground,
Washing whatever evidence there may have been away,
It makes a pounding sound,
The rain may be around for a while, but never long enough to stay.
It seems to take forev...
The Honest working Man.
I’m a Honest Working Man, been doing the best I can. With these callused, worn hands... I make my pay.
My knees cease up so bad, my back locks in pain. Sometimes in winter morn...
Love is an addiction fueled by the emotions, flowing like the current of the ocean, with a few bumps every now and then,
Love is a risk we all take, with a superficial, false image most times, because...
You know those places that only children know? The nooks and cranny’s; the hideaways
that grown-ups don’t think about?
That’s where imagination lives. Kids are drawn there because magic fills the air ...
Skies are clouded, covered in shades of gray
The darkness blocks out the light of day,
I guess that's a metaphor of our minds,
Our own actions pulling down our metaphorical blinds.
We're disgusted at ...
We race against a clock,
A constant we cannot suspend
A snare we can’t detect.
Time loans to us its minutes,
What seems to be a generous gift,
But underneath, it’s an illusion,
It doesn’t give to us,
Never thought that I would feel better. It was better than years ago. Better than a stupid letter. They were right when they said I stand my ground. They were right when they said I don't back down. T...
There is a beautiful feeling that sometimes lives in my heart,
In my soul I feel my father is close to me, and loves me, he is in my heart.
He lives in me…I know, but sometimes I cry and things are pa...
I'm 18 now, sitting on the ground
Two years past the hurt you left me with
Memories of bruises still haunt my skin
I don't know if the nightmares ever will end
Took those two years to let a man in
Stripped of fear and fault for all Our king reigns true and heals the sick Made such love from every fall In worlds of wonder, when Good's call Was what we heard, a dream so thick Stripped of fear and...
Our world is far from perfect.
It is not a sunny place.
It is not a paradise,
it is a sour slap in the face.
It is a scale tipped too far to one side.
It is a fight for who is allowed to have pride.
It was this empty kind of death.
An eternal sunken slumber.
Since my beginning breath,
I had felt since I could remember
The bitterness on my lips,
The taste of my dark secret.
On my tongue and finger...
Things I am unusually grateful for....
The moon is white not blue
I have a pair of legs not 3
The sun is lord of the sky
Imagine the moon and the sun had to fight to get to the sky first
Grass is gree...
The man who was there for me, the one person that showed me to be a strong woman, when he was weak.
The man that taught me about things, like cars and sports. He even shared memories with me of...
You are a rainbow
In the night sky
Darkness crowds in
All around you
But the stars Light your way
Of who you are
You are beautiful
And glowing with pride
Your proud hues
My dad is one of nine children
So I have a big family on his side
And every year for the Fourth of July
We all get together and watch fireworks
At a little park in Streamwood.
And when I was a little ...
I grew up in the catholic church
where a priest taught me
the fear of God,
and I learned to equate fear with love.
should not be the same as
a walk through a haunted house
or the pounding of ...
Will I Find My Future?
In my hands I have a map.
And that map may contain my future.
But what if it doesn’t contain the future I wish for?
The future I desire?
What if the map is blank
And cannot lead...