Poem

Its a field I see of gold and green

a mem'ry from my mind...

I wonder if you have seen

or wonder if you find...

the center of this field I see

a willow hanging low

"oh weeping willow can you see

the place that I will go?"

what does the willow see, I fear?

what does my future bring?

the weeping willow fears my leaving, and

God will show me a greater thing...


By Beth

Life

Life is pretty amazing short sweet and the stuff in the middle that makes it amazing. Sort of like eating a piece of fruit doing something that is good for you.. This year my goal is to make more friends and to get out of my shell..open up and i have found a really great one her name is Beth and she is really nice and wonderful person.. who writs really good poetry to..

socks part 2

Just found this site... from a list i am on .... going to start using the I think..


http://www.killersocks.com/

Socks, Shoes

I think all that i want for Christmas, is one single perfect sock that fits my foot. With my Lymphedema thats the problem my left leg is big as well as my foot have tried size 11 to 13 socks and they roll down and bind in my ankle... even the one that says non-binding they do that... so i search for the perfect sock...i just want something that is pretty for my big foot and is comfortable.. thats all...

will be getting a new shoes next year for my feet.... i hate wearing guy shoes thoes so i put pretty shoelaces in.. my ones now have pink laces in them..

The Bitter Awakeing

wakening from a dream I reach out to touch your hand
only realizing that your no longer there
no longer there in my mind
no longer there in my heart
I run to you
I call to you
but no answer
through the hallways I look
seeing only emptiness
blue dark days
of no sun no life
I call to you
reach out my hand to you
your no longer there
no longer there in my heart
no longer there in my mind
no longer there
to call my own
the ocean has taken you away
carried your ashes
so you can be free
be free to live this life
this life
of how it should be
your no longer there
your only a bitter fond memory

floating

wakening to a nightmare of my life
taking the shadows and the ghost
of past life and times
dreams that were real
to only be a lie
in between the good and the bad
there is a line to not cross
to not walk
that journey is long
for the soul is restless
the need is restless
for a life better
of a time better
it all falls down
fades away
to start a new day
going through the motions
of a single tear
of a single fear
to nothing
to everything
restless soul...

taking charge
taking steps
to make it solid
in the mind
body and soul..

restless will always be

poem

in the wake of dreams and helpless sleep

comes a wakeing

so taunting

so into my soul

i see you reach out your hand

in this sleepless wakelss dream

you lay before me

so fragile sweet

but i see the lies you tell me

through you

like a glass wall

i see it all

in this dreamless

wakeless sleep

its you i see

take my hand

and let the soul

touch as one

be in this dream

tonight

take the trip

its worth it....