Memories

I wish I could bottle moments.
I wish I could lock them away.
I wish I could put them in bottles,
And re-experience them another day.

I wish to capitalize on moments,
I wish to make the most of now,
And constantly being able to re-return,
Is the way that I've figured out how.

Every moment would be satisfying,
If, just in case,
I had a bottle of a memory,
That I could revisit then replace.

No pain would be unbearable,
For I could slip back to the past,
To experience a time,
That Time didn't allow to last.

A way to return to the moment,
To truly exist right then!
I wish I could bottle moments,
I wish I could feel them again.

But moments are made beautiful,
By how they slip away.
For there is beauty in uniqueness,
There is beauty in "Today."

For I plan to fill my life,
Not with bottles, but with time.
With moments more than perfect,
That cannot be captured in a...

Photo by: Jocelyn Larsen Photography

Fear

Cornfields are scary, and clowns are the worst,

But Fear is the monster that's more of a curse.

Fear will stop you dead in your course.

Despondence and Misery exist with Fear as their source.

Fear doesn't let you hope, risk, or dream.

It holds you hostage in the darkest regime.

Fear fights against God and Fear abhors prayer.

Fear says you're alone, and has only selfish cares.

Fear creates disparity, and sees only lack.

Fear stops your progress because it only looks back. 

But Faith combats Fear, it restores hope.

Faith moves you forward and allows you to cope. 

Hope will bring Joy, and Fear will depart.

And every new sunrise is a chance to restart.

Embrace every moment, love all you can.

Be grateful for your past and where you began.

Focus on blessings, not on your loss.

For you have been bought at an infinite cost.

Change your perspective, and see the world new.
You'll be surprised at what you can do.

For Fear is a monster of darkness, not light.
Just begin to move forward, it will all be alright. amazing. 

"For God hath not given us the spirit of fear;

but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind."

2 Timothy 1:7

Photo Above: Headed Home

By Kyle Brock

Twice

My friend, good things can happen twice.
It's simple, yet profound advice.


Don't hold to the loss or pain,
Find the hope to try again.


Find the faith to just hold on,
And with time, pain will be gone.


Though he broke your heart, it's true...
Don't let him take your heart from you.


Don't let him break more than he stole,
For your heart is not your soul.



For now, my friend, if you can't see,
Please just believe these words from me:


This boy that broke you never knew,
all that you were born to do.


Though he seemed to be the one,
Everything is not undone.



You've not lost your only chance,
Don't glorify your past romance.



But for now the pain will ache,
It's a suffocating heartbreak,


And someday there will be one more,
Who will take away this pain so sore...


And though it's hard to trust again,
Remember one is not all men.


To love is hard, and such a risk,
But one you do not want to miss.


My friend, good things can happen twice,
But the best things last your whole life.


And you will live happily ever after.

Spot

To the person that parks in my spot every day.
Please get your freaking car out of my way.

I parked there first, all of the time.
Clearly, you can see that spot has been mine.

It's not even close to the door or the stairs,
I hope your car gets eaten by a gaggle of bears.

Because that would finally force you to see,
That place you have been parking belongs only to me.

Love

I had a dream once, that I knew how to fly.
Things were so simple for there was only to try.

Failure didn't exist and dreams all came true.
Anything happened, you had only to do.

A decision once made turned to success all in one.
Goals were achieved and all was for fun.

But this dream was dreary, and soon I awoke.
Leaving that land where the system was broke.

For in my strange dream there was never a pain.
People never left, and no hope was in vain.

There was no work, heartache, or sorrow.
You didn't have to wait, even for a tomorrow.

Misery was gone, but this dream broke my heart.
In a place where an end was right at the start.

For Hell's a great teacher and pain knows its place.
In the real world where you oft lose the race.

The black pit of sorrow in an endless dark night,
Is the place where you finally learn how to fight.

For you can stay there and cry to yourself.
Spend your whole life like a helpless doll on a shelf.

Or you can be great, and learn where you stand.
And earn the whole world by the work of your hand.

As you struggle and scrape, you'll fall back in the hole.
With little success and nothing to show.

Once again you will have to find why,
You will have to know why you decided to try.

No one will tell you how, when, or where.
No one can make you, or teach you to care.

You're all alone in your worthless estate.
You're the only one who will tell you you're great.

The miracle is this: that's all you need.
Know yourself and you shall succeed.

And in that day, when you truly can fly,
You will know how you got there, and you'll know why.

You will know how to love, for you've lost it all.
You'll run the swiftest for you've had to crawl.

And that is the dream- and I won't awake.
To loose it all and fight, for love's sake.

Haiku

Grammar is vital.
People cannot punctuate.
I hate everyone.

Magic

You're a series of yesterdays,

and promised tomorrows,

ripped calander pages,

and time that you borrowed.

You're a child who woke up,

The very next day,

With dust on your toys,

Who forgot how to play.

Through seasons that changed,

While the leaves fell,

You forgot all the stories,

You once knew so well.

Of dragons, knights,

and princesses fair,

You turned your back,

For you do not dare:


To believe in hopes,

And whimsical things!

Of witch's brew,

And fairy wings.

Of castles laden,

With secrets- trapped doors.

Of fairy godmothers,

and trampoline floors.

You cannot believe,

In a fairytale end,

Because faith isn't currency,

Or something to spend.

So in all the pages,

From yesteryear,

Each passing day,

The world taught you fear.

Well unlearn it right now!

Life is not to be Grim,

Every day is a chance,

To act on a whim!

How dizzingly brilliant,

Life would then be,

If we all believe in magic,

And what we can't see.