this room

it's a easy monday morning

so i decided to open up my curtain and let the sunshine in

im looking around my bedroom

it has always seemed to change but yet it has always stayed the same

this room once used to house two sisters who fought for space

life happened

and it all became mine, all mine

i was on top of the planet, man

it's kind of sad though

to think i will have to leave it soon, too

life happens right?

if i look up toward my ceiling i can still see where

glow in the dark stick- em stars used to hang over us at night

they never seemed to cure my fear of the dark

but they were stars and that was enough

and this paneling has seen better days too

when i was a 7 year old koolaid faced kid it was

a huge chalk board i held make believe school in

..those were the days..

mama would get so mad and send me in my room

with a soapy washcloth

i can still see very faint numbers and letters if i squint just right

there isn't anything hanging on these walls anymore

but once a time ago, teen bop magazine threw up every

backstreet boy, nsync, britney and the hansons poster they ever made

my sister used to have a fascination with aliens for whatever reason too

i always thought her generation was a bit strange

yet i always wanted to be just like her

i wanted to ride the boulevard..

..flip my hair out on the ends

bleach my hair blonde..

..drive a black firebird

listen to all the songs she listened to..

now when i hear sugar ray come on the radio singing that song

it takes me back to those days

i will miss these days too

..but..

i will leave it behind just as my sister did

box by box

this room will always stay with me

i see the stars and i am humble

it's in the way the stars light up the sky

as to why i am so mesmerized by the nigh

it's in the way the wind sweeps through the moonlight in such sweet symphony

i see the stars and i am humble on my knees

my eyes become confused of which two stars to match

oh, this is the closest piece of heaven i have and i want it to last;

last until i become like a star in the nigh

and when i do, you won't have to look too high

surely, you will see me for i will shine far greater than even the northern star

and when you think of me, i won't really be that far

there, i will dangle beneath the cotton clouds on Gods swirly canvas

He will paint me in the night, everynight for you to see

and when you look, you won't have to look too high

i will shine for you in the night sky
and my love will radiate through my light



they say the best is yet to come

lets travel this direction together

we will walk atop every stone on this road less traveled

lets sit and watch our dangling moon slowly pass with time

we will sit in awe while others dismiss such scenary of the nigh

lets stand under an umbrella in this terrible weather

we will laugh when the rain soaks our shoes of leather

grow old with me, they say the best is yet to come

we will love til we are gray, but with hearts who yearn to be forever young

our moon river will never run dry

it flows much wider than a mile it could not even try

so here comes the days then the months and the years

we will cherish every moment, love wholesome, shed tears

i will have done what i have always dreamt as long as you are near

and i will never stop whispering

"i love you so, i love you dear"



she walks in beauty

has the world forgotten the beauty of a woman?

of course not

it only unacknowledges our divine beauty

"the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or
the way she combs her hair. the beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. it is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows & the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years."
-audrey hepburn

magazines tell us how we as women should look

how much we should weigh

it's outer beauty vs. inner beauty

& inner beauty is always pushed to the side

we are more than glitz and glam

there is nothing in the world that is more beautiful than the heart of a woman

when we truly love

we love deep as the deepest depth;

 strong as the strongest strength

when we truly care

we pour out every stitch of love we have to give

we shine far greater than any crystal

there is nothing that compares to a woman who

walks in beauty

i love this poem im about to share, although i did not write it

it really defines the beauty of a woman

she walks in beauty

george gordon, lord byron

she walks in beauty, like the night

of cloudless climes and starry skies;

and all that's best of dark and bright

meet in her aspect and her eyes;

thus mellow'd to that tender light

which heaven to gaudy day denies.

one shade the more, one ray the less,

had half impair'd the nameless grace

which waves in every raven tress,

or softly lightens o'er her face;

where thoughts serenely sweet express

how pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

and on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

so soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

the smiles that win, the tints that glow,

but tell of days in goodness spent,

a mind at peace with all below,

a heart whose love is innocent!

love will find you

how many hearts have grown tired of waiting?

greater than the stars in the endless sky?

how many broken beats quiver quietly in a lovers chest

 before they exhale and lay their longing love to rest?

no, don't let unspoken love change tomorrow

take chances even if love brings unexpected sorrow

oh, don't keep your emotions tucked in your pocket

unleash them, for they are as fuel to a rocket

love will find you in due time

it knows your song and it is kind

love never fails and always prevails

love will match your rhythm with another in its own time

to love is to give

to love is to give

and to give is to love



i love the satisfactory warmth my

heart feels when i give to others

my best friend would laugh and tell you

this:

"everytime i go to her house, she tries to give me all of her things"

she thinks im recycling junk i collect

 but what she doesn't see is, im really recycling things that i love(d)

i want you to feel the same joy i felt when it was mine 

so here, take it

love it, cherish it

then pass it on to the world around you

and when it has met its last

trash it

& i just made myself giggle

: )

giving is a beautiful trait to possess

but sometimes i think we get caught up in the act of

our good deeds

we want the world to admire what we just did for someone else

almost like the worlds' pat on the back is the reward

we shouldn't expect to be overwhelmed with confetti of many colors

or be given a medallion for our charity to mankind

because i believe the warmth we feel in our hearts is more grander than any reward

the world could ever give back

give within the humbleness of your heart

the world doesn't owe us anything

we owe Him the world

"give your gifts in private, and your Father, who sees everything, will reward you"