6 Word Poem

Keep Calm and Don't Stop Dreaming.

 

 

 

Loving You Deeply, Always and  Forever.

 

 

 

Keep Calm and Drop the Bass

 

 

 

The Beauty of Love

Crystal clear, bright blue pond.
Trees surround it giving it that natural beauty.
Little Annie was sitting in her boat, with her little dog Peter.
As she floated, she would think.
Caught up in the beauty of the place, she didnt notice a boy.
He saw her and thought she was the most beautiful girl.
Without thinking he started to paint.
Finally it started to get dark.
Annie paddled to shore to find the painting of her.
Never to know who painted it.

Just Cant Explain

Butterflies fluttering.
Can't catch my breath.
 Room spinning.
That's how I get.

 Hard to explain,
what it feels like inside,
every single time, you come by.

The Magic Tree Frog

Sitting, peacefully on a log.
This is where I met my magic little frog.
He swam to land.
And said come with me.
To a place that will surly make you feel free.
Colors swirling gracefully.
In a world full of creativity.

Feeling

Alone. Invisible. Unloved and forgotten. These feelings never go away. I cut, slow and deep. My heart hurts, Tears keep falling. I don’t know what else to do or who to turn to. Everybody judges, or doesn’t want to hear it. I beg God to release me from this pain. Even when I sleep, I dream that no one is there.

Scars

Everyone can see them... One right after the other... Perfectly aligned on my arms and wrists... Straight...Deep...Painful cuts... Reminding myself that I exist... And how much I wish i didn't... The razor so sharp and tempting... Yet forever stained with my blood.. Wincing as I move the blade... From one edge of my wrist to the other.. Bleeding a stream of black blood... Releasing my inner anguish... Replacing my old pain...with new pain... Adding to my already large collection... I lay there empty after... On blood stained sheets.... And a tear drenched pillow... Hoping my pain will vanish... Hoping these wounds will heal.. Hoping I...won't wake up...

"Stars are jewels, my mother use to say. Heaven's treasure free to anyone from prince to peasant if they have eyes to look." - Dragonswood by: Janet Lee Carey