Finally Understood

My words are unspoken

Yet you hear them like the tweet of a bird.

Annoyingly constant,

But never loud enough

To truly hear.

My eyes begin to close,

As the words flow onto paper.

The paper becoming water

Running into a river.

The fish swim into my words

And learn to read.

They send my message

To the ocean,

Making sure everyone can hear.

Yet they’ll never truly understand

The fear I have when I write.

What will I say?

What words will run out of me

Before hitting the finish line?

Will anyone understand

Completely?

This question that I yearned to have answered

Was asked aloud.

And my words

That were once on paper,

That swam with fish in a river,

Was read everywhere in the ocean,

And ran the marathon, crossed the finish line

Tweeted back to me

As a bird.

Annoyingly constant,

And finally loud enough to hear.

Your words were understood

Said the bird.

Your voice was finally heard

Said the fish.

A new breath can finally be taken

Said the river.

Your words can again be written

Said my paper.

And my pen struck paper

Like lighting in the sky.

Only a flash,

Yet echoed on and on.

I am the writer

I have the words,

I am the voice

Of my own life.

And whether you understand my story

Or not,

I will still write

Until I am finally

Understood. 

Road To Nowhere

I follow the road to nowhere,

And realize that nowhere is a place

That becomes a false thought

And races the wind

Without running into anything or anyone.

It is a place that lets creativity flow,

And pushes discrimination away.

It does not want argument,

It just wants us all to be at peace,

And to love,

And for you to come and join it.

And so, it marches its way into your thoughts,

And soon enough, you are following the road too.

But you are not alone,

I am here also.

Will you walk with me?

To Be Alive

I sit alone
Under a willow tree and
It doesn't feel
So lonely to me.

I lay next
To an old, wise soul,
And realize
My life isn't through yet.

A willow tree
So old and wise,
Yet the heat is scorching
And it's dying inside.

A willow tree
So old and wise,
Has taught me many things
The most important is
To be alive.

Dance

My silent walk

Tells more about me

Than you think.

My quiet eyes

Read more about you

Than you know.

My muted voice

Isn't as mute

As you presume.

My still dance

Wants you to join in

And have some fun.

So let yourself have some fun.

I am not as hushed as you think.

If I were,

Then I wouldn't have met you.

And you might have never

Allowed yourself to dance,
With me.

Unspoken Questions

The point that you stop asking questions is the point that everything falls into place. Listen and love every word thrown to you, they have a different meaning than you think. Confusion is the point when you start asking questions again, and when you stop, you finally know without an answer. You know, not by your mind, but by your heart. And when your heart knows, there is no need for questions anymore. Only your heart has the true answers to your unspoken questions.

Kiss The Rain

Watch Lighting Bolt’s dance

Listen to Thunder’s song

Kiss the Rain        

Given to us all.

Understand that Storm isn’t angry,

He’s putting on a show.

Let Cloud know,

He is doing good.

Helping everyone and everything

In one way he could.

Plants are thankful

And so are we,

For now we can calm down

And take a break from Heat.

Understand that Rain isn’t bad,

And when you give it a kiss,

Rain will kiss back.

So, watch Lighting Bolt’s dance

Listen to Thunder’s song,

And

Kiss the Rain

Given to us all.

I don't know about anyone else, but I believe anything that has to do with nature is beautiful. It all depends on how you look at the situation.

A Mother To Me

A mother is the greatest thing a girl can be,

And a mother you are to me.

A caring soul meant to love,

Whose happiness is shown in the light above.

You have said that love is a gift,

It’s a gift from you that I treasure for all eternity.

For a loving mother such as you

Is all I truly want,

And all I truly need.

Now that I am grown, I am able to understand

That love is not a thing to be held in a hand,

But a thing to be held in the heart.

A heart you and I have,

And a piece in each is shared.

Because I know you love me,

And I know I love you.

You are a mother to be treasured,

A mother to love and care for.

A mother who is kind hearted

And let me tell you,

That you’re always with me, and I with you.

There is always room for more motherly love.

So let us tell the tale

Of a daughter and a mother

Who had some big hearts.

A mother and a daughter

Who were more alike than most.

Let us read together the story

Of the mama bird and her baby egg.

You are my mama bird,

And I am your baby egg.

I love you mom!! <3 <3 :)