Genius!

So here’s the great thing about my family.
We love playing pranks on each other.
And this post is going to be no different.
I had a little help from my twelve-year-old sister Eva.
And all the credit for writing here goes to her (No joke. Such talent).
In our family we are serious players of ‘The Game’.
This ones for you guys!

When Jenn loses the game,
She screams at the top of her lungs.
I hope she doesn’t hate me,
Just because I’ve won.
She says I don’t belong here,
She says I’ve got to go.
But she has never pushed me out the door,
And never said ‘goodbye’ forevermore.
I think she likes loosing.
I think it’s her favorite game.
I’ll just continue making her loose the infamous Game.
~ Eva

When?

One can see the desperation all around.
Those hoping for a new start,
And those hoping for the old to return.
Those desperate for a change.
At what point do we stop sitting around,
Waiting for the changes to be made for us?
When will we realize that we alone can decide on making those changes we are looking for?
Be it through reconnection, or overall bettering ourselves and what is around us.
Are we always going to just follow what is dictated?
We must learn to look towards the light.

I miss you.

I miss you.
I miss the wooing,
I miss the flirting,
I miss being cheesy romantic.
I miss you working to have and keep me.
What does it take to get it all back?
What must one do,
What should one have to go through?

Rice

The other day I was doing some decorating in my apartment.
I was working on putting rice into an old Champagne bottle,
I was only able to put a few grains in at a time which was a fairly tedious task.
While working on my project I had more than enough time to think.
Mainly about life, and how each of us are our own champagne bottles,
Each little experience in life is like one of those grains of rice.
Slowly but surely filling our lives with all types of experiences good, and bad.
Sometimes life seems to go by slowly,
but if it went by to quickly we would surely miss out on experiences,
and moments to ponder.

Innocnence

Innocence.
At what point do we lose ours?
And in what way is innocence considered lost?
Our we fully lost once we lose our innocence?
Or can we gain it back?
Is it bad to lose some of our innocence,
Isn’t that what makes us wiser and ready for the road ahead of us…

Not All About Me

If it’s all about me,
I don’t want it.
I haven’t the ego
It would need.

I’d rather share what
Little I have
With anyone who
May ask it of me.

Nothing that I have
Is really mine to own.
I am merely here.

How does one know

How does one know they’re with ‘The One’?
Is it the racing of your heart when you think of them?
Or the way it seems to stop when their in the room?
Could it be that when your with them everything is complete, and right with the world?
How about the way they seem to know you better than you even know yourself?
Would it be fair to say it could be all combined?

A Look of Love

A look of love,
A gentle touch.
Takes but a moment of your time.
That’s all that is needed to make another feel wanted and loved.
To hold and care shows you know their there,
And worthy of your time.
Without daily care the spirit may grow faint.
And all but disappear right before your eyes.
Be tender and nurture the love you have before you,
Before you forget its existence.
Tender care, and love heals all,
So do not miss the call of the love that feels small and forgot.

 

Mid Winter Blues.

My heart beats to the rhythm of the sun.
The warmth rushes through my veins.
Keeping my pulse at a steady rhythmic pace.
Energy flowing through me, as the warmth drifts over my soul,
Wakening something deep inside.
Reminding me of life outside winters snow.
Helping shake the mid winter blues.

White Out

To be unable to see through the blanket of snow is a humbling moment in time.
When you don’t know what is happening right in front of you,
You need to have a little faith.
Knowing that nothing in front of you is certain.
Causes one to stop, and think of their mortality.
Nature at it’s best and worst is unexplainable.
A force one should never mess with.
Yet the perfect description of beauty.