The Morning Moon (picture)

The Rose (paragraph)

The Rose

      As the day winds down, he looks back on its adventures. He sees a teenage boy in a world of worry fending for himself. As he looks around him, everything is dark and bleak...but wait! There is that one thing right in the center of his view. A red rose that shines bright in the darkness. As he gets closer, it gets brighter until finally, he is a mere three feet from the rose when it shoots into the sky. It becomes a beautiful firework that lights up the world around him and, for the first time, he sees the green fields, the blooming flowers, the sparkling brook. The light went out and there in front of him, the rose stood, a drop of pure, red blood fell from the single thorn that it had. The boy lay down by the rose and stared at it until finally, he fell asleep and was floating on the clouds with a single red rose in his hand.

Into the Rain (poem)

Into The Rain

The lighting cracked across the sky.

You held onto me tighter as the storms drew nigh.

We watched the clouds advance,

We felt the gentle wind,

We heard the thunder roll,

We just soaked the beauty in.

I looked at your beautiful face,

You looked back at me.

Your eyes sparkled like diamonds,

As a bolt of lightning split the night behind me.

That’s when it started,

Ever so slowly,

It grew and blossomed around us,

And our grand sheltering tree.

We watched the diamonds fall,

And splash all around,

It sounded like a choir,

That sang ever so soft.

You grabbed me by the hand,

As you pulled me from our shelter.

We danced to the music,

In the darkness of the night,

We didn’t care what people thought,

We only saw what we felt was right.

Nobody could tear us apart,

Nobody could shatter our young hearts.

We wanted nothing more,

Than to share our deepest thoughts.

You looked deep into my eyes,

I looked back into yours,

Nothing’s more beautiful,

Than this night that we share.

On and on we went,

As the glitter fell around us,

Nothing felt greater,

Than dancing into the rain.

On the Breath of the Wind (poem)

On the Breath of the Wind

All of those wonderful nights,

All of those cherished moments,

All of those treasured memories,

Gone, on the breath of the wind.

Even to this very day,

After so much time has passed,

I still hear your voice,

In the still, quiet wind.

I walk in this house,

I look all around,

I try not to cry,

But my knees still hit the ground.

As I sob every so silently,

I hear a small, quiet sound,

It’s not that of the wind,

It’s not that of a breath,

The sound that I hear is your love,

That resonates deep within.

I hear it from deep inside,

It gives me strength to stand.

I wipe my eyes dry,

And I hear your voice again.

It is calling my name,

Ever so sweetly,

At last I see you,

With mine eyes again.

I run to your arms,

And wrap you up tight,

I said, “I’ll never let you go!”

You replied, “That’s quite alright.”

At that very moment,

I hear the clock toll,

I open my eyes,

And see you’re not there.

That’s when I realize,

That you, my dear,

Are gone forever.

As summer comes to a close...

As summer comes to a close, here is a small taste of NE New Mexico beauty!

I have no honest idea what kind of plant this is. I just thought that it would look great in a picture!

What Would It Be Like (Poem)

What Would It Be Like

What would life be like,
If I never knew your name?
What would it be like,
If I never saw your face?
Would I find someone else?
Would I be better off?
Would my heart still be crushed,
And shattered,
And broken in two?
Would I cry every night
And wish you were here?
Would I have learned that not everything is as it seems?
Knowing you has been an experience.
Through it I have gained so much.
Yet, I have lost even more.
Why can it not be like it was before,
When I didn’t worry what you thought of me?
You don’t miss me,
But I miss you.
I wish to have the days back
When we laughed and cried together.
As every second passes,
The memories get further and further away.
I hate the empty feeling.
The ripped, bleeding wound I feel in me.
I gave you my heart,
To love and to cherish.
You took it from me,
And broke it in pieces.
This is for the better,
I don’t have to worry.
There’s one last thing to say,
And it is, “I’m sorry.”

What About Me (Poem and picture)

What About Me

What's it like to be without me?
Does it feel great?
Does it feel grand?
You know I love you.
You know I always have.
I waited for you every second of my life
and knew that i wait not in vain.
When I saw your face that night,
Only one thought ran through my mind.
"This is the one for me!"
As time passed by a day at a time
I slowly realized that I love you more and more
And that you never even cared.
What did I mean to you?
Anything at all?
I sit here begging you to tell me something.
Anything.
Just one word is all I need.
My only wish is that you were here with me.
But what does that matter to you?
I'd call you and text you.
I'd try to make you see it.
All I want is for your eyes to open
and that you will see me.
I've gone through so much.
I've tried so hard.
Why can't you see that I miss you?
Why can't you see that I want to be with you?
I hope you're happy the way your life is.
I pray it gives you everything you ever wanted.
As for me, don't worry.
I'll figure something out.
Sometime.
Somewhere.
But for now, all I see is darkness through tears.