Words

Reading.
Something about the words speak to me.
As I make a secret connection to whatever the character is like.
Understanding.
Relating.
Emotions soar thinking of the author.
If the story your reading is from a personal experience.
Like the one i'm relating it to.
The words on the page.
Scanning them with your eyes.
Bringing them to life.
Reading.

My book title my brother made me

The Breeze

The feeling of rest tearing at my eyes.
Laying there as a breeze softly brushes a hair from my face.
As if from the sincerest of hands.
I lay there and inhale.
Breathing in the fresh rain fallen air.
My eyelids weigh down and drift away.
Darkness looms but peace conquers.
The stillness of the air.
The quiet in the sky.
The breeze returns taunting me to open my eyes.
The distant sound of a wave lapping the beach.
The gentleness of a palm swaying.
Dare I open my eyes?
The breeze beckons once more.
They close tighter.
Never wanting to open.
A bird calls to his love.
The breeze gracefully returns.
Alas they slowly creep open.
The sky had turned a pale red;
Glowing orange on the horizon.
The breeze flutters my skirt.
Soothing my worries.
Because I know He sent the wind.
A certain comfort from Him.
The breeze, as a soft hug.
Blowing away my troubles.
I love when He does that.

Lost Love

Love is lost a dying wish out of water like a fish. Through the darkness there is light though i cannot reach it's height. I fall to the ground once more and can't stand the look of that whore. The one who stole you from me the one who made you not see. I look to the light once more only for it to rock my core. The searing heat runs through my veins at the tearful sound as my heart got slain. Ripped to pieces left to die though he'll never see me cry. Alone once more only to strive but i'm not quite sure if i'll survive. Think of anything but you though for so long it was us two. Two years left my lonely heart with the rest of my life to start. All because love is a lost dying wish.

Best mom ever

Without the love of a mother the world would never know
How great and kind and sharing of the love you like to show.
Without your love we wouldn't be
the thoughtful children that you see.
Your love has taught us oh so much
That when we're off and married you can trust
That we most certainly will stay in touch.
Your caring words and open arms
Have saved us all from every harm.
Without the love of a mother the world would never know
The grace and affection you bring when you just say hello.

A boy... But it takes a man.

A boy can love a million girls.
But it takes a man to love one girl a million ways.
A boy can take your heart.
But it takes a man not to break it.
A boy can make you laugh once.
But it takes a man to put a smile on your face forever.
A boy can kiss you.
But it takes a man to make that kiss mean something.
A boy can say he loves you.
But it takes a man to truly mean it.
A boy can say you're sexy.
But it takes a man to say you're beautiful.
A boy can hug you.
But it takes a man to make you feel safe in that hug.
A boy can lie to you.
But it takes a man to be honest all the time.
A boy can leave you.
But it takes a man to stay with you forever.
A boy can move on.
But it takes a man to try everything to steal you away again.
A boy can lose a battle.
But it takes a man to not give up until he wins.
A boy can not care.
But it takes a man to genuinely care how you feel.
A boy can...
But it takes a man to be better.

Meaning

Give us a meaning.
A definition.
An answer.
Expose us for who we are.
Bare ourselves.
Totally natural.
Open our hearts.
Unblock us.
Peeled back.
Listen to our cries.
Give attention.
Hear us out.
Love us no matter what.
An adoration.
A longing.
For you gave us a meaning.

My Tree

My Tree

I love my tree
So tall
So full of life
So strong
So green
This mighty tree of mine
My tree shelters
When the sun is hot
He stretches out towards the clouds
Gasping for water
So tall
Yearning
His thirst is quenched and begins to change
Though I marvel at why he likes yellow and orange
The chill sets in and he shivers
So full of life
I wonder why he is so unclothed
He quakes in the wind
And claws at my window
So strong
I empathize for him for I too am chilled
But we’ll warm up
Soon the coolness will vanish
He becomes the tree I once knew
So green
This mighty tree of mine
I love MY tree

Comically Philosophical: Life

Life.
Who knows that it can contain?
There are so many different things that happen in one's life.
Just the "if" in life can come up with thousands of outcomes in life.
Surprisingly you can make the word lief.
And no i'm not just spelling it wrong.
It's actually an old English term meaning love.
So there is love in life?
But then you can make file.
And who likes to file stuff?
Or are you supposed to file loved memories of your life?
Elif?
Now you're thinking im just making stuff up huh?
But i'm not.
Elif: a common female name in turkey.
So is there a little femininity in all of us?
It's in life.
What happens if...
What if....
If I...
If they...
So many questions fill life.
Yet I enjoy the lief in life.
The simpleness of the meaning.
Love.
Life and love.
Or is love life?
Are we meant to live life in love?
Or is love our lives?
Is love the epitome of life?
What happens if....
What if....
If I....
If they....
I live for love.
Or do we all live for love?
The longing sensation to love.
You can't complete life without lief.
Nor can you complete lief without life.

Look differently at life.

And see the lief, file, and elif in life.