The color of pink

I have no idea when I wrote this. I have come a long way since then. I don't quite understand it fully.

The color of pink

I am the pink
that makes the
flowers bloom
the pink sky
when the sunsets
and the feeling of
a cheery mood
the color of
a rabbit hopping
by I am a pink
ribbon tied  to a
present I am
the shoes just
hitting the ground
turning them
pink It's
the color of
butterflies.

More about me: Favorites

Favorite christian singers: Steven Curtis Chapman, Andrew Peterson,Matthew West,Riley Clemmons
Favorite christian groups: Newsboys, Hillsong Worship
Favorite Country group: Rascal Flatts
Favorite Country singers:Kellie Pickler, Carrie, Tim Mcgraw, Keith Urban,
Fav colors:light green and light purple
Fav animals : manatess, chimps, owls
Fav food: depends on my day
Fav ice cream flavors: phish food, caramel, chocolate chip cookie dough or vanilla with sprinkles
Fav movie: Anything with Reese Witherspoon
Fav shows:Gilmore Girls, Mysteries at the museum, Baking championship, Top Chef and Project Runway
Fun fact I love Lauren Graham as well
Fav book characters:Anne Shirley, Anne of Green Gables, Nancy Drew and Babysitters Club
Fav planet:jupiter
Fav star:Polaris
Fav animated character:Eliza Thornberry (played by fav Lacey Chabert)
Fav tea flavors: Peach and bergamot and hibiscus
Fav things to collect: old Avon bottles, Owl things, Postcards
Fav bible books:psalms and proverbs
Fav places:Adirondacks,Vermont,Hudson Valley
Fav artists:Goergia O Keefe and Monet
Fav words:Joy and Beautiful
Fav scent:lake water
Fav happy place:Lake Champlain
Fav design style:vintage rustic
Fav designer:Genevive Gorder

Painted Town

Painted Town

my whole world is one color wheel
tossed casually around blacksmith shop
its how fire can seem destructive
light creates great tools always
your hands our unique eyes
take orange and reds up to sky
a friend who spreads joy
heart of suns waking up
simple acts;agreater happy

my whole world grows colorful
seeds given to gardener rise
how dull blooms in time
it has found patient roots
we spring for long walks alone
that water hears rain win
sunshine allows babies to speak
Monet lives on through flowers
paints a transformation;travels

my whole world is a rainbow
shown once you need refreshment
light rays make you stand still
appreciate Gods hand at work
how the little things matter greatly
a brief moment;beautiful calmness
as if rain left my broken voice
travels up to bring a confidence
I never thought was possible

my whole world starts with sunsets
moons welcoming nights comfort
darkness makes me happy
I can turn off an awful day
make it into an amazing night
where stars pray for me
and the man in the moon sings
the earths lullaby may change tonight
tommorows sunrise walks with me

my whole world spills out words
the tiniest little being speaks
He gave a a voice to soil on our feet
clouds in the sky talk to each other
we hear through weather;blue skies
He gave our car music engines hum
radio pours just what I needed
allowing me to cry happy or sad
your biggest creatures sing

my whole world is generous
my whole world is not perfect
my whole world is mixed up
my whole world is joyful
my whole world runs away
my whole world always comes back
no two days are the same
I will never be anyone but me

Marquee

Marquee

what is this perfect?
a perfect life we live
just a mask we create
an ever changing marquee
words different every second
I could never keep it;
my thoughts hidden on stars
traced among constellations
brighter to dull in moments

did each thought multiply
take on a heartbeat
the beats made of poems
read in Gailielos telescope
brought to life scattered
walked beside gravities shadow
one line from the past
feels a momemt years later
intersection of my prayers

my prayers are strangers
saying the same thing
what I have written;
has evolved into beauty
every word I live more
more tears for joy
my prayers fly today
and ground me higher
with Gods light;loved

messy as it may be
wonderful freedom awaits
but those thoughts slowly morph
the older it got louder
was I way too hard on myself
if perfection was not achieved
or at least how I saw it
that marquee broke me down
a hope calmed,negative

my negative backed by fail
those days where thinking lay
tossed for years of rust
make my mask not of brick
take it off and just look
when lifes not perfect
it becomes the best creation
I have ever wanted it to be
more fun,more neon

this is the imperfections
the mask I no longer put on
the thoughts I am learning to quiet 
positivity to create brightness

written word

reads like a rap

written word

music is the poetry of the mind

  big

       bold

words to grab you

emotions all around, floating in

a blank world without any

  light

         spark

each syllable placed just so 

  look,see,make

I am the music, spit out 

in our own graces

nothing can compare to words

line by line of

          perfection

but only in the readers mind

Humanity

different people, same heartbeat
unites us all as people
never disconnected from neighbor
the continual beating reminds;
us to be compassionate
helpful, have empathy
no judgement;an open heart

to show peace amid a troubled world
we are all unique to ourselves
yet not in emotions
each of us speaks the same words
maybe in a new way
friend;peace
love ;companion

feelings can be seen
felt through ourselves
skip the language,look at faces
faces show more than words
can describe
each smile can bring words closer
be it happy,sad or any other,

we just know
its our human nature
we are humans