Friday, December 17, 2010

More Than Just A Box

I'm not a perfect little box
The way that people organize
I'm more than just the basic locks
Blonde, brunette, whatever guise

I'm more than klutzy, more than fun
I'm not just smart and good two shoes
They think I'm good, they call me "hun"
A pretty smile, no bubbly snooze

I have to be all glad and good
So others worry naught for me
If I will stay as others would
I'll stay as others let me be

There's more to me than just a smile
And more than just a friendly wave
Yes, I am human, all the while
Yet I do try to just "behave"

I want to be someone that's new
I need to find just who I am
To learn when "I myself" is true
I must find me within this jam

For I am not a perfect box
And I am more than what I seem
So even if I'm tossed to rocks
I will fulfill my deeper dream

A/N This is just my first...attempt at writing on this subject. I think I'm going to write a few more on this topic, with different titles, styles, et cetera...but I would like to hear your opinions on this one too.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Dancing in the Snow

See a dance within the snow
Footsteps, imprints, melting go
Stretch your arms and reach out high
Hands outstretched to touch the sky

Follow steps without a beat
Whirling snow makes it complete
Though the snow may give you chills
Bundle up and feel the thrills

Up and down you see it fly
And you see the wind go by
Whirling, twirling, tricks on stage
See the glorious rampage

Snow is showy, snow is white
Dance with it both day and night
If you learn the dance of snow
Dancing through all life, you'll know.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

I Am.....

I am everything and anything
I am a part of all of life
I am nature working forward
I am full of new beginnings
I am all untapped potential
I am growth of the unknowing
I am life that waits for learning
I am waiting for a body
I am hoping for a family
I am grateful for some loving
I am yearning for my parents
I am a child within my mom

Christmas Spirit

As soon as snow is falling down
As soon as Autumn starts to frown
You'll hear the music start to play
Let us prepare for Christmas Day

You'll hear jingles wherever you go
The radio will talk of snow
You'll hear the wind begin to sigh
And know of Christmas coming by

The green and red are all around
And Christmas jingles singing sound
You see the countdown day by day
Yes, know Christmas is on the way

The caroling and giving time
The season of the heartfelt rhyme
The Christmas story loud and clear
We hear of Jesus every year

Thursday, December 2, 2010


There is no end to the love I give
For I give love that all may live
For I am one who will not care
If skin is dark or colors fair
My view won't change for young or old
I love them all, and I've been told
I hear their good, and all their bad
I've been with them when life was sad
And yet I care and love them all
I've helped them up when they would fall
If they would only trust in me
I'd take their burdens, set them free

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Milk Is Beating Through My Veins Like A Fish Skin Drum

Milk is beating through my veins
Chocolate filled with oxygen
Then just milk which feels no pain
Bubbles popping now and then

Milk is rushing through my head
Beating rhythm I can feel
Milk is white without much red
Christmas spirit feels more real

Milk is mixed with blood in me
Colors stark are beating fast
I feel different, you may see-
A fish skin drum is beating past

So much life exists in one
When that life exists by milk
Calcium sustaining fun
Energy as smooth as silk

Scars on the Heart

When those beloved have left
I feel myself bereft
Sadness looming on
As I wait for dawn
How long is good to wait?
Maybe it is by fate
To seperates us now
New path to take somehow
But still I'm feeling sad
For he had made me glad
With him I'd like to sing
Of joy, of everything
But now I feel a scar
My heart it seems to mar
For he has gone away
And I can only pray
That all will turn out right
For me and him tonight
And though there is a scar
I know where several are
Yet time will ever play
A song to end the day
Though tears will fall from eyes
It comes as no surprise
To know that he was loved
By us, by those above

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Judging Others

For a second, take a look in a stranger's life
Peek inside, think a thought, maybe you'll see strife
Judgements made for simple glance are often wrong we see
Maybe we should step once back and look at what's called "me"

Walk a day in other shoes, look at up and down
You may find that you can see a greater look around
Appreciate the little things, see the good in all
Realize that life is good, knowing, standing tall

If you can appreciate the good in everyone
You must know there was a change, and everyone has won
There is change when you have learned to look against the light
Seeing more than meets the eye, looking past the blight

"Judge ye not, lest ye be judged" is what the scriptures say
It is true that others see much more than we each may
Looking back at us, ourselves, we find we don't see much
When we look through other's eyes, we see what we can't touch

When we look to shadows cast, we see the truth of us
Making it seem "rational" we try to make no fuss
Yet honesty is ruling in and we must choose a way
Choose to look for brighter dawn, or face ourselves today

Background Story:
I was reading the book "Just Listen" by Sarah Dessen when a phrase caught my eye. The main character stated something about how a person could take a minute, and look at someone's life. They wouldn't see the entire picture, they would only see a fragment. Thinking about this concept inspired me to write.

Thursday, November 25, 2010


Arms enveloping, holding tight
Holding close within it's might
Warmth it spreads throughout your heart
Love so brave that won't depart

Returning often to feel once more
Love that makes your heart too soar
Appreciation, happiness
This love you've felt your life will bless

Arms around you, not moving away
Drawing you in, forcing your stay
But you don't mind, you're happy too
Your heart is glowing, and it's showing through

They squeeze real tight, your heart is healed
Now you can expand your loving yield
Just one hug, and it's power over you
Hey look at that-your heart just grew.

Background Story:
I am what some may term as a "hug addict." My friends are pretty awesome about this peculiar addiction, and they usually are pretty wonderful about it. I wrote this poem in thinking of just how a hug makes me feel. I always feel loved, and healed, when I get the right kind of hugs.


Silly and delicious
Somewhere in between
Fun and happy feeling
Not a spot of mean

Tasty little feeling
With a little joke
Good and gladsome feeling
Starting with a poke

When you feel this feeling
The sun will ever shine
For you know this feeling
Brings a happy line

When you give to others
Happy with a smile
You will feel this feeling
Giving all the while

Background Story:
As a challenge to myself, I asked on Facebook for titles to write poems to. This title was one of those given, and I feel that the poem turned out quite well.


As the days go by
I've seen it all before
But when I hear a cry
Someone is needing more

Somewhere something wrong
I feel it in my heart
Hurting far too long
I want to help some part

Peace I want to share
Listen-yes I will
I will show I care
Giving hearts to fill

Tell me all your pain
I will try to be
Someone for your gain
Who you need to see

If you need a word
Comfort for your care
Though you've never heard-
I am always there.

Background Story:
In English, we were all asked to write a journal entry about a lesson we learned as a child. I wrote about my first experience being a peacemaker. After I turned in my journal entry, I kept thinking about it, and I decided to write a poem on being a peacemaker.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010


No faster than the speed of light
Ordinary man you say
Yet he's more than just a man
A Superman in his own way

You could meet him on the street
Never knowing what he's done
You don't know what lives he's saved
Never know how far he'd run

Yet he's there no matter what
Caring for those loved and friend
Healing with his super power
Many lives he's helped to mend

He is super, strong and kind
Caring through a simple smile
Listening to hurts and wrongs
Being silly all the while

And for the ones you meet in life
Treat them kind, for they could be
Superman while in disguise
I know he's there, since he helped me

Background Story:
One of my very best friends calls himself Superman. I used to think of it as a joke, but now I understand it better. He's one of the very best people to go to for advice, and I feel the best after I get help from him. He's helped me so many times in my life. I was thinking about this today, and I just had to write about I did.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Child at Heart

Around the room we spin around
Life is fun, no problems found
Dance and play
Sing away
Enjoy the moment found

Singing silly everywhere
Song will ever fill the air
Dance and play
Sing away
Enjoy song while it's there

Dizzy heads will soon set in
The song has ended-who will win?
Dance and play
Sing away
It doesn't matter who will win

Silliness won't come to a close
This happy day, it also shows
Dance and play
Sing away
Happiness is love for those

Love for those within our lives
Those who are there at all our times
Dance and play
Sing away
Friends within all our rhymes

Friends all bring us happiness
We will always sing and bless
Dance and play
Sing away
Love, and nothing less

Laughing, joyful, they're with you
No matter what, you know they're true
Dance and play
Sing away
They'll dance and sing with you

Trust your friends, they are there
No matter what, you know they care
Dance and play
Sing away
Cheer you up, no scare

Laugh a little, live your life
Though you know there will be strife
Dance and play
Sing away
Fun is there for every life

Background Story:
I started writing this because I wanted to write about being a little kid. I absolutely enjoy being a little kid. Sometimes life is too hard to be mature. I love being a little kid sometimes. When writing this, however, I ended up appreciating friends throughout my life at the same time. Even when we can let our childish selves out, we can always trust our friends.

Individual Worth

I can do it all, I can achive
No matter what life throws at me
Hope thriving through dark society
Worldliness changes what we believe

Even so, I'll try very hard
To remember my values and my worth
Worth I've held ever since my birth
It shows how society's marred

People just don't seem to remember
The worth of a virtuous woman
Beloved, inside so fun
More precious than rubies in December

Each of us are individual
Don't hide behind a mask
Be glad, be ready to ask
Then your heart will surely be full

Background Story:
I was sitting in a lesson about remembering individual worth, especially in society, and remembering the importance of who we are even though the world expects us to strive to be ever skinnier, always "prettier", instead of just being ourselves. This inspired me to write this poem about being individual, virtuous, and knowing our worth.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Our Garden

Today we got together
Singing as we went
We visited Our Garden
To see how it has been

We hadn't visited Our Garden
For awhile it seems to me
And this we know is true
It has grown in many ways

The trellises and the roses
Blooming with perfect light
Their beauty unmatched
By anything on Earth

So we walked through our garden
Hand in hand and two by two
Boys and girls matched together
It's almost like the garden knew

Beauty all around us
And he said, "So are you-
You're as pretty as Our Garden
When it is in full bloom"

The perfect roses blooming
Elegant, soft as can be
They grow and bloom together
In perfect harmony

I blushed and smiled, my cheeks all red
Just like that blooming rose
He pulled me close into his arms,
said, "My dear I love you so."

He kissed my forehead, my blushes grew
Just as we came in sight
Of all the other couples there
Framed in shining light

The trellises tall had hid us
From the other's view
But now they too could see us
Now they like the butterflies knew

That love was found, that love was there
Unexpected as it may be
The butterflies had been flying around
It was all theirs to have first seen

I loved that day while in Our Garden
Where love was found, now known
That garden sweet now has a rose
Solitary, on it's own

This rose resides, happily within
A simple patch of dasies
It stands alone, planted there
At the end of all the mazes

This solitary rose, it stand
Proudly on it's own
Reminding all who meet it's gaze
That beauty stands alone

Every year this rose will bloom
Brightest one around
For this rose grows great and tall
Just like the love I've found

So thank you dear old garden
Thank you for knowing who
The who, the where, the when and why
It's almost as if you knew

For in the shadow of your trellis
True love you found for me
With a little help and direction
We were guided into thee

Background Story:
One of my first supporters when I started really writing poetry was my friend Emily. She read everything I wrote, as soon as she had time to read it. She judged everything I wrote and showed her, and told me exactly what she thought. It was exactly what I needed. At this time, I had been writing a lot of sappy, and rather awful poetry. You know, the stuff you hear about when someone talks about a person who thinks they are in love. The best friend always has to deal with the lovestruck fool and his or her awful poetry. Yeah, that was me. The lovestruck fool. So, Emily told me to stop it with the romancy, lovey-dovey stuff. I tried, really I did. But this is what I got. Still lovey-dovey, yet conveying a message. I'm glad I got to that point at least.

Boys in My Life

Still not knowing where to go
Stream of life with broken flow
Ebb and tide of what we say
While I think another way

Does he mean some things I think?
Or is it just to him a blink?
A spot in time of just some fun
A flirt, a laugh, from everyone.

And another, I know he means
He's exactly what he seems
Tickles, smiles, teases, all
With him I know I will not fall

Yet again there is someone
And once before his heart I've won
But he does live so far away
I cannot give my heart this way

And someone else I know I care
Yet I feel like it's not fair
For not for me he cares so much
He loves my friends-I cannot touch

And yet another, I think he may
Care for me some special way
But this young man I've never met!
I do not know what will come yet

Another guy is hard to get
He's somewhat mean from what I've met
But still I wonder what he may think
Yet wondering will make me sink

And still one more, he seems quite nice
He likes my smile, it does suffice
But it feels odd that I don't know
A thing of him-no face to show

This other guy is fun to tease
I've known him for such years of these
Yes, he's fun, a sweet friend, yes
Does he like me? I can only guess.

And finally, a guy I know,
I've met him some, he's nice, aglow
But though I think that he likes me
I do not feel the same as he

And all these guys confuse my mind
A mind I've oft been pressed to find
Yet all these make my thinking hard
These guys have made my mind so barred

Background Story:
I originally wrote this to try to put to paper my confusion over a couple of guys. I wasn't sure if they liked me or not, or what was up with them. I wasn't sure who I liked. So, in attempts to help my confusion, I wrote the beginning of what is now this poem. Then, as I was copying this poem over into a fresher notebook, as the original notebooks were getting worn and tired, I really got going on the guys in my life today. This is about a lot of guys. Yes, there are a lot of guys in my life right now. I just wish I could figure guys out.

Monday, November 8, 2010


A child's hand does grasp it's mother
As the mother cries and smiles
Her baby born at last through pain
Yet worth each pain is found her son

A mother's hand does lift her child
Just a step, but soon one more
The child walks, and father smiles
Proud of his dear baby boy

A friendly hand is offered soon
As the child grows up tall
He must find his place in life
With the friends he meets and makes

A simple hand that offers love
Gently give to needing ones
He can save them from their pain
Feed them, clothe them, heal the wrongs

A loving hand does hold a ring
A simple love that hopes for "yes"
When it comes, relief is shown
A kiss to seal them to each other

A giving hand is offered now
To the wife who bears a child
Soon a miracle of life
Continuing the path of growth

A serving hand is always there
Leading, guiding, all through life
Once discovered, never leave
Righteous living brings them joy

A wringled hand does clasp another
Age is seen through change of skin
But with love the young holds old
A simple joy is sprung from here

A wrinkled hand that clasps another
The other's hand is smooth and white
In the lifetime of the former
Service, love and joy were shared

A dying hand is full of joy
For he knows the Lord is near
Waiting to embrace at last
Beloved child, son of God

The Savior's hand is always here
For all those who reach back out
He has cared for all of us
Loving brother to us all

All of us area simple hands
Serving God with all our hearts
Charity, and faith in him
Help us to return back home

All through life we see God's hands
Miracles to combat wrongs
When we serve we give love back
God will share our love with care

Background Story:
As I was holding my older adopted Grandma's hand, I looked down, and saw my hand, a young, unmarked hand, holding a wrinkled, aged hand. I thought for awhile about the image of it, and after my adopted Grandma had left to help with the presentation being presented, I started writing. I started with the stanzas about wrinkled hands, then I thought about other hands we see in life. The poem just started flowing onto the paper. I looked at it, and decided the stanzas were in the wrong order, so I re wrote the poem in the correct order. Later on, as I was looking back at what I had written, I felt like adding a little more. The last three stanzas were an inspired add-on that I feel fit with the rest of the poem.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Unconditional Love

Who is right for one to love?
Choosing people that we know
Just a little knowledge here
Still we love and care for them

Dearest friends of different time
People met just once but yet
Close we hold them to our hearts
For their action and their joy

Like the twinkle of a star
People found in life will shine
We may find we love them all
Though we don't know who they are

Just for shining for a day
Joy to give and laughs for all
Kind advice and cheerful words
Lit up smile to brighten you

There are people all around
Who we love for what they do
Just one day made better, good
And love pours out just like a flood

Appreciate them, who they are
Angels each with every right
Just because you don't know all
Doesn't mean you shouldn't love

Background Story:
There are a couple of class clowns that everyone knows at my school. Every school has them, they are almost a neccessity. It could be argued that class clowns are a neccessity. Their silly natures make life that much easier. I was thinking about a pair of class clowns, and I just thought, wow, I love those guys. Then I thought, wow I'm saying I love a pair of guys that I don't really know. Since the train of thought had started, I decided to continue on the track and see where it led me. I came to the conclusion that there are some people you just have to love in life. Love them for being themselves, and making your day brighter.


Bearing another's burdens
Helping another's cares
Service no one sees
No one knows what's theirs

Burdens spread to all
Hand outstretched to you
No one lets you fall
You know the friendship's true

Every single day
Teamwork reigns supreme
Learning all the way
Trust becomes the theme

Who once had been a stranger
Has now become a friend
With them no fear of danger
We're there beyond the end

Background Story:
As a youth leader in my girl's camp, I went on a very long hike with the Fourth year campers. We were all traveling to our campsite, going on a non existent trail. We just kept going, and the hike seemed to last forever. Yet, as we were crossing the stream, getting up hills, scrabbling down hills, it soon became apparent that this hike was having an effect on the girls. We all began to follow the example of my fellow youth leader, Monica. She was helping people across the stream, keeping tree branches lifted so we didn't have to, and waiting at the hilly points to give a helping hand. She was a great example to me of unneccessary service. Yet, as I saw her doing these little charitable acts, I felt stronger. I felt like I could get through this tiring hike, and help too. So I did. I helped people across the stream too. I waited to make sure everyone was safe at the hills. I carried other people's things. I helped too. Soon, everyone was doing something for someone else, and it was purely inspiring to see my girls working together.

Loud Music

Turning on a song
On the radio
Make it even louder
Loud as it will go

Keep the music playing
So I cannot hear
All the things I'm thinking
Blast it in my ear

Drown away my thoughts
Wipe away my tears
My eyes are flooding over
Using up my fears

Everything is wrong
My heart is torn in two
I need to patch me up
Or all will see right through

I want to keep on fighting
For nothing is alright
Help me understand
Let me see a light

I thought it all meant something
I guess that I was wrong
But still I'll try to help
A friend for far too long

Background Story:
I was really upset over a guy, and I couldn't stop thinking-what did I do wrong? This question kept running through my head, and it was so upsetting to me. I didn't want to think about him anymore. I was upset at myself for thinking about something I didn't want to think about. I turned to my mp3 player, and turned the music up as loud as it would go. I just didn't want to think. I'm not the kind of person to normally be blasting music as loud as it would play, but here I was, doing just that. After having realized what I was doing, I started to think again, but about what I was doing. It made so much more sense to me, after looking back at this experience, as to why teenagers are known for blasting music in their rooms and ignoring their parents. Such is the steryotype presented of all teenagers. However, I felt like blasting music in my room, and ignoring any unlucky trespasser, so I could now relate.

Truly Seeing

Sometimes better seems to be
Outside looking in at me
Walk another person's life
See the hurt and see the strife

Somehow still impossible
Without choice, choose somehow
Though we can't see who we are
Someday soon we won't be far

Yet I wish that I could fly
Soaring high to touch the sky
To escape this world of now
Find another way somehow

Understanding comes to few
Though there's much for all to view
We must try at least for now
Learning stays with us somehow

Even after darkest night
We may turn to look for light
Sunrise shining, life is new!
We'll look back and see we grew

Even when we do not see
Views of others as they be
We can stand for who we are
Daughters, sons, beloved, ours

Background Story:
I started writing this poem on my phone, and left it there for about a year. It had no real ending, it didn't make sense the way it was written, and I didn't have the faintest idea what to do with it. However, one night I got off the phone with a friend, and just looked back at it. I read through what I had written, and it just seemed right to press on right then and there. The words seemed right the way they were written, as I started editing and writing on. I felt like there was so much potential to this poem after it was done. I don't know where to change it now, but I love that I was able to fix this into a complete poem.


Why don't people want to share
All their thoughts all clean and bare?
What they think of just one thing
When their thoughts could changes bring?

Why can't people share a thought?
It could be forever sought
Just opinion of one?
Single person, knowing none

We should share the things we think
Honesty might cause a blink
Different as it seems to be
We should share the things we see

Don't go talk behind a back
They'll find out and won't give slack
When they see or hear you say
Something mean-bad in a way

Gossip spreads like wildfire
Maybe we can stop the ire
If we speak our minds out loud
Just be brave among the crowd

Background Story:
Gossip is just one of those things that bothers me. It is something that I have found myself a participant of, and I always find myself regretting talking about someone without their knowledge. Often, I find myself telling that person, "Hey I was talking about you. Just so you know." and it becomes all good. It becomes funny, not hurtful, or spiteful. I feel more honest when I talk to people to their face, or tell them later that I said something about them, if I have found myself talking about them. Honesty is important to me.