Our Lives

We are told to give mercy to those who cause us pain

and forgive those by whose hand we are slain

love one another as you would love yourself

even if they cause you hurt and deteriorate your health

we must help those in need

even if it seems like an unnecessary deed

so many people say they live by these

until the time of death when they are crying on their knees

why is it so hard to do something good

and why is it easier to do something we know we never should

why is it easier to hurt someone without cause

than to help someone and take a pause

why cannot we give a little

instead of making our souls more brittle

once in a while we should evaluate our past

instead of hoping to not come in last

when the day comes that it does not matter what you had

but it matters whether you supported good or bad

will you say that you lived a holy life

or that even in words you stabbed many with a knife

think about this in your days to come

because tomorrow could be your last one

Think Like a Child

I watch the snow fall from the sky

and I can see that look in your eye

for you it is something magical and fun

while others cannot wait until it is done

for you it means snow angels and skating

for others it means traffic and waiting

for you it means taking your imagination far

while others cannot start their car

for children it is the most beautiful thing

while for most it reminds us of the hardship it brings

but once in a while

we see snow like a child

when it falls beautifully from the heavens above

and it seems to cause so much more happiness and love

once in while we think like a child

and the snow only seems mild

The Creature

Once upon a time

there was a creature of the divine

with eyes of gold

and a personality bold

it was humble and true

and would make good with everything it would do

until one day the creature

showed an unusual feature

the king had sent soldiers to find it

and then tie and bind it

to bring it back to the king

because he knew good fortune it would bring

when the creature heard of this

his previous features he dismissed

it went on a journey to kill the king

so that to him good fortune it would bring

but when it sliced the kings throat

the horrors of this beast were all people wrote

no one remembered it's kind ways

and so now it hides in a cave spending it's days

waiting for the justice it deserves

but until then it shall stayed reserved

The Wonder of Christmas

It is coming I can tell

I hear the merry singing and the ringing of bells

It is coming I can see

as all of the people laugh happily

it is coming I can feel

but all of it seems surreal

the wonder of Christmas strikes me every year

and it is one thing that I very most dear

the lights, the joy, the new sense of unity

when everyone gathers around to sing songs as a community

the cold winter nights that we warm

while cookies and hot coco we swarm

the days when family seems like the best

and everyone is happy non the less

I can feel the joy in the air

and disturbing it is something no one would dare

it stays like this for over a month

but after that we fall in a slump

how fast the temperament can change

it all seems so strange

but for now I will enjoy this cheer

and after that I will wait for next year

Dear World

Dear world did you see me the other day

did you hear what I was trying to say

did you see me when I tried to stand out

instead of hiding in a corner all singled out

I tried to get your attention

but my name you did not mention

did you notice my extra big smile

that I have not shown in a while

I tried to get your attention I swear

I think I might have even flipped my hair

did you hear me calling your name

you just looked at me the same

dear world I just wanted to say hi

but after hours of trying I left with a humph and a sigh

The Forest Song

I take a walk through the forest of the mountains

and pass by streams that seem like little fountains

the little animals that are playing a game

and the birds that songs are never the same

I see the flowers bloom from the ground

and the sounds of the forest all around

the wind whistling through the trees

and the slight humming of the little bees

with every step is a new sight

even when it is pitch black in the night

every sound never like the last

and every moment never seems in the past

I wish I could stay here all day long

and listen to the forests beautiful song

Wind

The wind blows through the trees

it makes the flowers fall to their knees

it is powerful and strong

and it's duration long

it can bend and break

while ocean waves it can create

it can make a cold day warm with a chinook

or make a cold day colder without a second look

it can make our kites fly high

or make dust go into our eyes

wind is a powerful force

that can send us straight off our course

it is one of the elements of this world

that can be seen as a twirl

it can make tornadoes and hurricanes

and make things seem insane

it is force from where we do not know

but it seems to follow us wherever we go

Friends

I watch you live your life in happiness

and I keep thinking of what I had to miss

I see it has done nothing to you

but pain is all it has put me through

I thought I would be happy and it was for the best

and now I see the big mess

I keep on asking myself why

and come up with no answer and sigh

I miss you every second going by

and sometimes it causes me so much pain that I cry

I look back on the good times and the bad

and loosing you has made me so sad

please come back to me I beg of you

so that I can enjoy your friendship too

Rising Sun

The waves wash upon the shore

and my worries don't seem big anymore

the gentle breeze brushes against my face

and I could not wish to be in a better place

the sun sets as the moon comes into the sky

and so many birds fly by

I lay down on the soft sand

and think, " How could anything be more grand?"

I close my eyes with one last look at the ocean

and all of my dreams start to go into motion

when I awake

the feeling of water I cannot mistake

it has come to my feet and tickles my toes

and the tide has come my mind knows

I sit up and grab a chair and sit with my feet in the water

and as the sun comes up it starts getting hotter

the water goes past my feet

and this is a feeling with which none can compete

I sit and watch the sun rise

and see this beauty with my eyes

this is a feeling that comes second to none

as I watch the rising sun

Sage

The gift of knowledge is not an easy one to possess

it comes from the wisdom of the rest

the gift has to be tested time after time

before it can become a gift of mine

you might have to go through the most embarrassing test

to have to do the simplest of things to show you are the best

wisdom is not something that is just there

it is something that you must work at and share

you cannot be wise by reading all day long

you must experience the world and go where you do not belong

knowledge is not something to take lightly

it is something you must hold onto tightly

take your gift and share it with everyone you meet

so that in the end there is no deceit

I found this painting online and it just seemed so unusually appealing to me and so wonderful! It struck me as odd because it is just a picture of a tree by the water but I think it's the artist's use of the light in the picture that makes it so appealing. Hope you enjoy this image as well.
Cheers,
Iya*

To Be The Best

To be the best

is a determination non the less

to work to have the highest rank

even on those days when your life seems blank

to have people say a job well done

is a wonderful feeling loved by everyone

the feeling of being better than the rest

and to be number one of all the best

we strive to be the best we can be

and still live our lives happily

we fight and fight for our chance

and once we get it we rejoice in a happy dance

we all want to have that pride

and walk with our arrogant stride

we forget that everyone is fighting for the same goal

but some will reach it while others are left in an empty hole

Problem

So many days come to an end

and it seems this problem I cannot mend

it haunts me day after day

and I still don't know what to say

what could fix this problem so great

why can't a solution I create

night after night

with myself I am in a fight

my need to fix this mess

has become a priority to the rest

it is an addiction from which I cannot break free

the need to live happily

this problem will never leave

so it's burden I must heave

Child's Mind

As little kids we have our hopes and our dreams

but as we get older they get loose at the seams

our dream to become a doctor has been crushed

and the thought of being holy has become mushed

the thought that we could conquer all

now seems crowded by reality so tall

why is it as a child we could be so true

and now lies from our lives are all that grew

nothing anymore is seen as wrong

if we cover it up with a tale that is long

we use the ways of this world to take the blame

while we will remain the same

living our lives saying we are just and good

while behind our back we do things we never should

we have lost the blatant ways of a child

and so now our faults seem mild

do not walk in the way of the rest

because in the end we will be put to the test

A Risk

I look outside at the day before my eyes

will it be one of joy or one that I should despise

will I meet new people and have fun times

or will I loose who I dear most and not believe my mind

will I have an adventure I will never forget

or will it be the worst day yet

I could go back to bed and not let this day come

or I could take a risk and a new person I will become

if I take this risk it may hurt me and cause me pain

but it could also give me great gain

I will give into this risk because I cannot run and hide

everyday of my life and see my spirit die

a new day awaits for me

and so I will endure it happily

Home

I open the door and a pleasant smell eases my heart

the warmth that reminds me of a precious work of art

as I walk in further I get a overload of hellos and hugs

and my mother puts in my hands a warm Christmas mug

we stay up all night sharing stories of our past

and it seems that this feeling will forever last

at around three am we say our good nights

and I crawl into my bed as my mother turns off the lights

I close my eyes and start to dream of wonderful things

like of what tomorrow will bring

all I know is that I am in my home

and now that I am here I will never be alone

The End

My days are coming to an end

saying that I will live is something I cannot pretend

I do not know how much longer it will be

until death comes after me

then I seem to go into a blur

something I cannot seem to cure

I am in a white world where there is nothing but me

until I see something coming towards me

it's shape I cannot define

it seems not of the divine

it comes closer and fear creeps in my soul

and suddenly everything gets unusually cold

I start to cry in fright

it seems so deadly like a cold winter night

it reaches out to me and I try to fight it

but it cannot loose it just doesn't seem fit

it grabs my hand

and there is a feeling oh so grand

instead of the cold empty feeling which I thought I would endure

it's touch brought yet a sudden cure

I felt a peace and warmth filled my soul

and it felt like something had filled that dark empty hole

We started to walk to where I do not know

but all I know is that I will follow it wherever it goes

Winter*

The snow falls gently on the ground

and suddenly it is white all around

the streets seem to have a certain shine

and everything seems fine

nothing to make me worry this day

because in the gentle snow I will lay

moving my arms to make angels in the snow

and a little skip to my walk wherever I go

the cold wind draws me near

the snow that I so much dear

A Poem

I cannot stand here and watch this happen to you

after everything that we have been through

the pain which they throw upon you

is too horrible to be true

they reject you and give you scars

and these pains I want to make ours

they lurk in the shadows ready to haunt

and at every chance they will make a taunt

why cannot it be me

that takes the pain shamefully

so now I will take the pain

and your life shall you regain

and now I feel the sorrow that kills you everyday

but there is relief to know that not with you it stayed

now I will walk with your pain

and never again will I be the same

A Little Poem

Slowly I walk down the hallways completely unaware

of every single envious stare

I new sense of pride is struck within me

something that everyone can see

I don't know how they know

strangely enough it must show

maybe it's the way I can't stop my smile

or how every sigh takes a little longer than a while

Maybe its because the way that I walk

Or the silky way I talk

Something is new that I cannot hide

But I cannot tell you what, that is something you must decide