When Roses Rest
When roses rest, They are still beautiful. Their scent becomes stronger, Their color more vibrant. When I grow old, I’d like to be like a rose, Personality clear, Treasured until the end. Continue reading When Roses Rest
When roses rest, They are still beautiful. Their scent becomes stronger, Their color more vibrant. When I grow old, I’d like to be like a rose, Personality clear, Treasured until the end. Continue reading When Roses Rest
Although I like to be helpful, I find myself in the position to be abused more and more often. People do not understand the concept of kindness. I have found recently that people no longer think of me as helpful. Instead, they think of me as usable. But I refuse to be used. In the Space between being helpful and being used, there must be … Continue reading Break Glass in Case of Emergency
WILL TO RISE Will my body now to rise from soft haven, sweet and calm. Will my soul to stir inside and still living, carry on. Will myself to lift and stretch, to move with intention pure. Will my frame to strongly stand, giving in to life’s allure. Will my thoughts to clarify, and lock upon what I so choose. Will my doubt to nullify, … Continue reading Will to Rise, a poem
When roses rest, They are still beautiful. Their scent becomes stronger, Their color more vibrant. When I grow old, I’d like to be like a rose, Personality clear, Treasured until the end. Continue reading When Roses Rest
Violet and gold, Green and gray, There never was another way. Blue and black, Candy apple red, I won’t forget what was said. Strawberry tarts, Pumpkin pie, A grain of truth in every lie. Cherry danish, Lemon meringue, I won’t be coming here again. Orange and peach, Nectarine and grape, I don’t think it’s a mistake. Cantaloupe, And honeydew, I’ll be better off without you. … Continue reading The Last Holiday, A Rhyme
Self-pride, I’ve been told, is a bad thing. When I was young, I was told not to be proud about my looks, my grades, my accomplishments. But I was also told to have confidence in those things. I didn’t understand, so I tried not to be proud of myself. But then, what is the point of doing well at anything? Now I am grown, I … Continue reading Pride v. Proud