Poems 2

Poems are things of beauty
Holding everything and possibly nothing
The thoughts of one soul, reaching to see if others feel the same
Like snow drifting to the ground
Or like hot lava filling the ocean causing steam
What one sees as light another will see shadow
But what is the one without the other
All minds hold sway building the verse
We see what we want
We hold the keys to our own minds
Dare the words to tempt you
Or let them make you calm
Words that hold many worlds are things of beauty
Create your dream


Love is a many splendid thing when tried and true.
I love as I see short sighted and blurry.
Does the love I feel truly exist or am I creating a fantasy?
My heart yearns for closeness and yet I push away the ones who truly are.
I find tests to set against them, unfair and weighted unjustly.
I should know my own mind but I do not want to look.
I want to see one thing and if I don't what will I do then.
No one can help me but myself, how silly and old.
I could ask for help but I don't want everyone else to know ME the real ME.
I am scared of who I am and I am ME no matter what.

Singing

There is a special place in my heart that loves to sing and to hear singing. The music of a voice is so powerful to me, it makes my mind still and quite.

When I was in school I sang in my school choir and loved every moment of it. The moment everyone opened their mouths and started to sing together it was like heaven to me.