In this dream I walked;
I walked to the other side of life.
I walked where being happy and all smiles were a must,
and no tears were shed.
A place where we could be together without
there being something in the way.
However, that was only a dream.
Eventually, I’ll have to wake up to reality that
it’ll never happen and I’ll have to accept that fact.
But, at least I can say it was great while it lasted.
Even if it was only a dream.
Smile when the sky is gray, smile when everything is going wrong. Smile when you’ve been lied to, smile when people keep things from you. Smile when you’re chose over for someone “better.” Smile in the rain, while you dance. Smile at your mom, just because. Smile at your dad, even though he may not be your “real” dad, he still loves you, no matter what. Smile when your world turns backwards and every which way. Smile when you meet new people. Smile when you reunite with old friends. Smile at elderly people, they love that. Smile at your younger sister, especially when she gives you a “masterpiece.” Smile at your brother when he makes the cutest face when he’s in trouble. Smile for every picture you take. Smile at the sun, the moon, the stars. Smile at nature, smile at God, Smile for no reason at all, just smile 🙂
I am short and athletic.
I wonder where I’ll end up working after high school.
I hear crowds of people cheering my name while I’m at the free throw line.
I see crowds of people cheering me on as I take a three point shot.
I want to go to college.
I am short and athletic
I pretend I’m playing professional basketball.
I feel the excitement of the crowd as we win the state title.
I touch a dream.
I worry about college.
I cry that I’m getting ready to graduate.
I am short and athletic.
I understand that the real world is only a year away.
I say that I believe in God.
I dream about graduating college with a master’s degree in sports therapy.
I try to make good grades every year.
I hope to get a good job in sports therapy.
I am short and athletic.
Most days I’m Jet Black
dark and quiet
sleepy and board,
not talking and going though the day without a care
some days I’m Neon Green,
bright and noticeable
talkative and full of energy
always moving and in a good mood and friendly
But today I’m going through the day without a care
because I’m Jet Black
Where can I go when all doors are closed? When the world shuts me out, forgets I exist…I am a ghost. Who do I turn to when life throws me away, refusing to let me breathe, forcing me to wonder this world without oxygen, but not giving me the ability to die? What do I do when Heaven becomes a distance, and Hell a few feet way, and the calling of my name is already in flames? Who am I? Besides my name? Am I a lover or a fighter, a hater or a betrayer? The one who tried to make everything right, by doing wrong again. Why do I find myself hanging here, noose around my neck, chair beneath my feet. Wouldn’t you have made the same mistake if you were me? Tell me now, nothing but the truth, demolish the lies. A betrayer, that’s what I am known as, the unworthy one? So I betrayed, but did I not try to make things right? A dark mind you say, a horrid soul, an unknown ghoul. The devil himself? I have many questions, before I enter my home, in which pain is encountered. Are you holy? Do you breathe with clean lungs? Are you a liar, a cheater, a thief, a greedy person, do you lust? What is the difference between you and I? Is it in the commandments, Thou shalt not betray thy son? I haven’t seen it if so. I hadn’t known until it was too late, then it was mine own life I took. Living wasn’t what I wanted, especially after murdering the one I trusted and the one who trusted in me. The silver pieces in my hand as I kicked away the chair.
What would Jesus do? I think as I enter the flames of Hell.
I am from the football in my house.I am from the fourwheeler in my driveway. I am from the bicycle in my front yard which has a flat tire. I’m from mudfork which is a good huntin place.  I’m from the mother of me & my brothers. I’m from my grandpa who is dead now. Under the couch is a shoe box of spilling pictures a thing of lost faces beneath my dreams. I am from great moments of my life leaves fall from a great oak tree in our front yard
She fears him. She sneaks through the house afraid of her own shadow. She hears loud footsteps coming down the hallway; she runs for the nearest door. The hallway seemed like a long path to destruction. She knew that she couldn’t escape. He slowly walked towards her with a machete. She could feel the vibrations from his heavy footsteps. She wanted to run but she couldn’t…she was frozen with fear. He drew the machete close to her back. She could feel his warm, hot breath on the back of her neck. He grabbed her on the arms very tightly and forced her to turn around. Terror was in her eyes as she looked at him through his dark mask. She was going to scream, but he grabbed her throat and slung her up against the wall. Breathing heavily, he let go of her. Her eyes were bloodshot from the struggle. He put the sharp knife to her neck. She was absolutely certain that she was going to die. He stood there staring deeply into her eyes. She begged him to let her go and desperately tried to reason with him. This made him very angry. He slammed her up against the wall one last time. The force from his push made her nose bleed. He stabbed her in the chest. Then she began to fade away from the world. Slowly, her vision began to blur and turn grey. She died quickly after. The last thing she saw on this earth was a dark mysterious mask.
I am from the leaves on the playground
From the big tree
I am from the soul food my grandmother cooks
From greens, chicken, and much much more
I am from the anger that i hold in
From the aggervation
I am from a little brown house from the alley
From my dad’s voice telling me, “NO”!
I am from the love my family shares
From I love you and I love you too
I am fro mthe happiness of my grandmother’s heart
From the accomplishments i have made
I am from a family that never gives up
From the yard work to careers
I am from the sparkle in my proud fathers eyes
From his little girl to his young adult
I am from a mother who didn’t care
From leaving and not saying goodbye.
Far in the East sky there is a dark cloud. It fills my mind with fear. Only I know why the cloud is there. Everyone else continues on as if they don’t even see it. It fills my heart with sadness to know what is about to happen. These poor people will all be shocked. If only there were a way I could tell them.
In this dream I walked. I walked toward the cloud that lingered in the Far East sky because only I could stop it. It seemed as if I walked until I could walk no more and still I could not reach the cloud.  Everyone’s fate seemed sealed, all of us doomed by this dark cloud.
I know the things I’ve lost. I know the things I’ve won. But my battle with this cloud was neither. The battle seemed never ending and at times I felt as if I’d lost all hope. But in the end, it’s not the battle that counts. It’s the war.
She fears him. She fears us all. That’s why she just lingers in the sky, waiting for when we are weak. That time is coming. We are getting weaker. The only thing on my mind is that I must stop her, this dark cloud, before we become too weak. I walked on to reach the cloud but it was as if the cloud was running from me. Every time I got closer, she got further away.
Dry dreams are the bad ones, like the one I’m having now. I feel like I’ll never wake up. I feel like all hope is lost. There is no chance I’ll survive this, no chance at all. But I must try. I will not give up because that’s exactly what she’s waiting for. I’m writing to encourage you to have hope and strength. When you lose hope you become weak and give her what she wants.
We will have a celebration when all this ends. I will seem to be the hero. Everyone will thank me and love me for what I’ve done but I know the truth. I did not save you. You saved yourselves. I alone am not the hero. We are all the heroes.
A few strokes of ink left to tell you how to keep the cloud away and then I’ll be on my way. All you have to do is stay strong. Believe in yourself even when no one else does. Do not give her power for when you do you will end your own life.
Far in the East sky there is a dark cloud. It fills my mind with fear. Only I know why the cloud is there. Everyone else continues on as if they don’t even see it. It fills my heart with sadness to know what is about to happen. These poor people will all be shocked. If only there were a way I could tell them.
In this dream I walked. I walked toward the cloud that lingered in the Far East sky because only I could stop it. It seemed as if I walked until I could walk no more and still I could not reach the cloud.  Everyone’s fate seemed sealed, all of us doomed by this dark cloud.
I know the things I’ve lost. I know the things I’ve won. But my battle with this cloud was neither. The battle seemed never ending and at times I felt as if I’d lost all hope. But in the end, it’s not the battle that counts. It’s the war.
She fears him. She fears us all. That’s why she just lingers in the sky, waiting for when we are weak. That time is coming. We are getting weaker. The only thing on my mind is that I must stop her, this dark cloud, before we become too weak. I walked on to reach the cloud but it was as if the cloud was running from me. Every time I got closer, she got further away.
Dry dreams are the bad ones, like the one I’m having now. I feel like I’ll never wake up. I feel like all hope is lost. There is no chance I’ll survive this, no chance at all. But I must try. I will not give up because that’s exactly what she’s waiting for. I’m writing to encourage you to have hope and strength. When you lose hope you become weak and give her what she wants.
We will have a celebration when all this ends. I will seem to be the hero. Everyone will thank me and love me for what I’ve done but I know the truth. I did not save you. You saved yourselves. I alone am not the hero. We are all the heroes.
A few strokes of ink left to tell you how to keep the cloud away and then I’ll be on my way. All you have to do is stay strong. Believe in yourself even when no one else does. Do not give her power for when you do you will end your own life.
Life is a combination of many things.
Life can be happy, life can be sad. Life can be surprising, life can be predictable. Life is filled with the laughter that is heard throughout your home. Life is filled with the tears that fall down your cheek when something has effected you. Life is about family, how they brought you into this world, how they never leave you. Life is about friends, how you meet them, how you spend time with them, how they come and go. LIfe is coming home after a date where you had gotten your first kiss, and smiling a smile that could light the world. Life is watching season after season come and go. Life is finding someone that you grow old with, and never let them go. Life is filled with hellos and good-byes. Life is watching your kids and grand kids grow up. Life is sitting on the front porch with you delicate, gray hair, holding your husband’s hand, remembering what a great life God had gave you.
Life is a combination of many things.
Life can be happy, Life can be sad, but ALWAYS fulfilling.
I am from rough back roads, sleepless nights, and four-wheel drives.
I am from Craftsman wrenches to Snap-On power tools.
From Chevrolet pickup trucks to Ford muscle cars.
From mowing grass to gutting weeds on the steep banks of my yard.
I am from bobby pins to safety pins.
From Shirley’s Bargon Barn to bathes in mama’s kitchen sink.
I am from football and baseball fields year round.
From blood, sweat, and tears.
From pushing papaw’s wheel-chair to riding his electric scooter.
I may be from many different places, but one place I know I’m truly from are the beautiful mountains of?
Wild and Wonderful
West Virginia
Praise to the woman who gave us hope.
Praise to the woman who is irreplaceable
Praise to the woman with two beautiful and wonderful daughters.
Praise to the woman with the humongous family that she loved dearly.
Praise to the cook who put so much love and care into her meals.
Praise to the housekeeper who kept her kid’s (and sometimes other people’s) clothes clean.
Praise to the woman that overcame all the obstacles that came her way.
Praise to the “ultimate softball mom” that came to every practice, game, and event.
Praise to the woman who always talked of getting a bus because she “chauffeured” so many kids to softball.
Praise to the encourager, who cheered you on, no matter what. Even if you struck out EVERY game, like me.
Praise to the woman who signed “Woo Baby” on mostly everyone’s softball helmet.
Praise to the woman who took her last breath at the place she loved to be, watching her girls play the game they loved, softball.
R.I.P Aunt Lisa, 5-4-2010 😦
Far in the east there is a dark cloud that haunts my thoughts and dreams with bad memories of family members in the hospital.
Thoughts that cause me restless sleep in the night and make me toss and turn with anger.
Thoughts of my grandpa lying there in the hospital bed after a stroke.
In this dream I walked on a large basketball court, just me, by myself in the gym playing basketball alone with only one light shining.
In this dream there are basketballs of all types laying on the court just waiting to be used, bright orange and shining.
I know the things I’ve lost and they still bother me in my dreams like family members, or friends passing away, but I know that they are now in a better place, in heaven with God.
I know the things that I’ve lost, things that sometimes I just can’t get off my mind, things that still bother me to this day.
She fears him and hides from him because she is afraid he might beat her.
She fears him in such a way that she won’t even talk to him or speak up about what all he has done to her.
She fears him as he walks down the hallway at work, she fears him when he speaks to her.
Dry dreams haunt my memories of the deserts in Iraq, as I fought for months, and even sometimes years for my countries freedom.
Dry dreams remind me of the hot summer Iraqi days of traveling across the desert with my fellow troops.
Dry dreams describe the Iraqi desert sands rolling around on the surface of the world.
I would not be writing these lines if they were lies, every bit of these lines I write are the truth about how other troops and families in the world deal with the same dilemma around the world.
We will have a celebration that a number of our troops are coming home from the war in Iraq. We will have a celebration as God has given us another day of life on this planet.
A few strokes of ink and a masterpiece you can create. A few strokes of ink tell truths, stories, tall tales, about brutal life can be with war, crime, and heartbreak going on in this world.
In a Time of kingdom come,
When you come to me, unbidden
Far away, on the shadow of gloom,
No sound falls.
The years will lie beside me
No one will tell my fate
In a time of secret wooing,
And love of loss.
Your demand was a smile. I recall.
The gold of your promise.
You came home, blameless.
Before a door of chance.
My spirit waves on.
My mirror eyes discard the fear.
In a time of furtive sighs
The day was early July
The river bank is white, like silver.
Sometimes, I see a strange yellow moon in the Sky
…
My pencil halts
Dead because I wrote this.
When I’m in a good mood, I like to wear bright colored clothes. My favorite bright colors are pink, orange, yellow, and green. If I’m in a bad mood, I just wear whatever is comfortable.
I never like to wear white clothes because no matter how careful I am, I always end up spilling or dropping something on them. It is extremely hard for me to keep white clothes clean. Another reason why I don’t like wearing white is because a lot of white clothes are see through.
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