Stress

I feel at times that you don't know
You cannot see the life I lead
And even though it's hard to show
You cannot see the tears I bleed

The stress, it feels in hurts and aches
I cannot sleep at times you see
And as I die, my heart it breaks
The weight of worlds it seems to be

My life a wreck before begun
I fear unknown which lies ahead
My greatest wish-to see the sun
I strive to learn, I've made my bed.

In merely days the world will change
I pack my life with little time
I feel I must, to rearrange
My life a mess just like my rhyme.

Empty Pages

An empty page, it calls to me
Waiting for my thoughts and prayer
Knowing God is really there
Fills me with a will to be

Once a thought is now a rhyme
Written on my empty page
Turmoil, thoughts, inside will rage
Now a notebook gives me time

With a purpose more than space
I have pages there to fill
Scattered bits of my free will
Come together, promising grace

Empty pages calling me
All together, yes I can
When my thoughts had ran and ran
Now I know, the world will see

He Is There

He is there through all our life
He knows all our toil and strife
He bore pain beyond compare
Our burdens his to truly bear

Suffering he felt it too
All our pain he knew was true
He has borne our every pain
All of that was for our gain

A Try at Iambic Pentameter

If I could walk out of my life I would


I’m tired of the things I see I should

I should make it all okay as I can

But pouring in the rain I ran and ran

I wish for blindness so I could not see

The truth of life I wish would let me be

So sad it is that people have such pain

Their tears fall down just like the pouring rain

And people hurt each other with their words

Their speech is all too common like the birds

As birds scream insults through the very trees

Our insults would bring people to their knees

But pain holds not much of a place with me

My wish to people-take the time to see

Instead of taking time to make a fight

We should stop and look at making things right

Let out laughter when they would fight a smile

I’d be glad to see smiling all the while

Hearing this good would take my pain away

Saving my every tear for a rainy day

May we all look out for more than bad things?

When we see well we learn to fly with wings

Maybe the angels in our midst will fly

They have learned what it means to touch the sky

And I have grown so much from meeting you

I think I know who I am yes it’s true

Much thanks I have to give to you this time

For you have led me through this very rhyme

I gladly learn as learning comes my way

Today I did learn how to really pray

I took a chance and let in gratitude

Now I have changed my very attitude

Angels

God makes angels every day
Every post for shades of gray
Helping us that we each may
Look for sun and find a ray

If we look for silver line
We can find the day is fine
A toast! A toast! And we will dine
For we can say one day is “mine”

Yet some will look at just the bad
The things in life that make us sad
Or even make us angry, mad
To fall through life, no landing pad

Some may see only their fear
Some of these will turn to beer
Drinking ‘til that bliss is near
Ignorance may stop a tear

Angels yet will wait with love
Shower hope from God above
Peace will come with white-a dove
We can see what good is of

Yet it would seem true to me
Without bad we would not see
Good in life as it would be
Somehow bad is good, maybe

Loving God is always there
When we think of life not fair
When we think not one would care
He will hear your fervent prayer

Take a chance and see the good
Sometimes life misunderstood
If you stop, yes if you would
See the angels if you could

More Than Just A Box-Edited Version

I'm not a perfect little box
That some would organize
I'm more than fancy silver locks
Or ones you'd classify

More than klutzy, more than fun
I'm smart and shrewdly wise
Naive I'm not so quit your "hun"
Or face this smile's disguise

I'm forced to be Miss Goody good
So worry naught for me
A carbon copy piece of wood
Remaining til I'm free

There's more to me than just a smile
Or friendly fragile wave
Although I'm human all the while
I'll try to just "behave"

I yearn to be unique and new
Discover who I am
To learn when I myself is true
Help me through this jam

For I am not a perfect box
I'm more than what I seem
Though labeled with your typecast rocks
I will become my dream

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.