I wish…
I could run like an Olympian
I could draw without restrictions
I could dance like nobody is watching
I could sing as pretty as a mockingbird
I wish…
I could be a world traveler

I wish
I had a tree house
One to sit in all day with my spouse
I would read to the leaves
Feel my hair move with the breeze
A tree supporting so much
Like a caring father that does such
The power to hold all

We live on our floating planet,
this hunk, this rock,
we are so small. 

On the third day, we took the shortest way
Climbed a mountain and I stayed
Found my wings, and dropped down
While I died, heard a sound
And the sound told me things
That had once pulled my strings
Then I saw my true self

Daring to yearn for freedom as
the doors of your prison open
the view of white death before you
all of your small hopes broken
standing in a door between hell’s
cold fingers brush your skin
beautiful death covers the hills

Built into the foundation
Of this very earth
Is a virtue,
More mysterious,
More powerful
Than life itself.

I wish
had a tree house
One to sit in all day with my spouse
I would read to the leaves
Feel my hair move with the breeze
A tree supporting so much
Like a caring father that does such
The power to hold all

I wish that I could speak my mind more easily.
I wish I didn’t fall in love so easily
and that it weren’t so obvious.

Get behind the eight ball she said, which I had yet to understand. She said
it meant to look ahead to the future. I sat
there contemplating this saying for a while, and as I fell into
a deep slumber my thoughts ran free. Thinking of our future--

Wake up
Do my hair
Put makeup on
So they don’t stare

Wait a minute
Nothing’s wrong with me
I have friends
And a family

Whoa, good thing I didn’t keep goin’
That almost turned out like another
teenage poem

An act of courage is what I call,
 In the eye of a parent a plummeting fall.
An hour-long lecture will send him on his way.
 It just seems like another reason to run away.
These are words of wisdom you should borrow.
 It will be better tomorrow.

I look at them around me
Those who with my choices disagree
My eyes drop
They’re staring
Quickly judging what they see.

Alone am I to every degree
I never use the pronoun “we”
I’m different
Too different
Locked out without a key,

My head tends to spin
Because I’m on the outside looking in
My heart starts to yearn
The secrets of friendship I wish to learn
I want to be inside
And to be filled with pride
I can imagine myself in there
With the warm refreshing air

“To Strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”
Thou shalt never give up,
What is rightfully his,
Never whimper away from fears,
Never give away their tears,
Fight for what is right,
Inside the brightest of light,
We shall all have,

I’m here,
But
No one sees me.
I walk through,
Invisible
Like the truth
Behind the mirror.
For me,
They have blind eyes
Of icy blue.
To get in
I jump the fence.
The spotlight hits me
Shot
On sight.

Alone,
I wait for
you.

I sit quietly
and picture
you,
wondering if
you will still
come.

What shall be wrong with me?
What shall I fear
What shall be wrong with me
is nothing I fear
For
If I shall fear what is wrong with me
I shall only fear myself
Even though you shall see me
you shall not know.

Today is one of those days, where everyone stops to take a minute and appreciate what we have, rather than what we want. We worry about the tiny little things in life that don’t matter, instead of the things that can change our life. Today is one of those days.

Standing on this stage, my life flashing before
My eyes, I remember a time of Youthful
Bliss where the impossible was possible.

Singing sweet melodies to Snow White and
The Wicked Witch, six with fans hanging
On to my every Judy Garland high note.

Yeah, I’m a dreamer,
I dream of so many things.

But do you know what separates all
you other dreamers from me?
You all actually work to achieve your
dreams, you
dream about the future and what you
want to become.

The lovely tune sounding brilliantly through the air
Wonderful feelings as the clear notes catch
The song shines and gleams, its rays golden and fair

There is a thing that is stronger than yourself,
That is from you; its plan is one of stealth.
White-hot insults out of a mouth are poured,
Never underestimate the power of a word!

The hate that lived within
me, that inhabited my very core
Gone!

It has no home with me anymore
I’ve let it go
It no longer rules me

I think more about my future
I can't understand my future
I see that future is very difficult 

Speak in your whispers, yet love me the same,
Wrap me in wings of comfort that tears can't absolve,
See through the struggles were new paths evolve,
your silence lies down beside me with only repetitive breath,
bask in the gentle touch of my fingers caress,

A star, bright, sky’s diamond
Yellow, blue, white, green
A shinier object
Mine eyes have not seen

I have not been told
Of a more unique thing
Not light itself, music,
A crystal, a ring

A warm soft breeze blows
The sun descends from the sky.
The scene is peaceful.

You gaze upon it,
And know the sun will return,
Soon in the morning.

That thought makes you glad,
As you walk back to your home
From the grassy hill.

I believe.
That everything means something,
and one thing can mean everything.
I believe.
That every little mockingbird
deserves a chance to sing.

With winter gone, she can THROW her window open wide
With spring arriving, she can dance in bright SUNSHINE.
This is what it is to LIVE without regret;
To know she can NEVER FORGET, only move on.
With BLUE above, so open, so clear and bright

In the morning, I open my eyes
Sit up and stretch, and let out small cries.
I wiggle my toes, and crinkle my nose,
And get out of bed to the sound of rooster crows.
I slip on my jeans, and my long furry coat,
I creep downstairs and out to feed the goat.