The Winter Sparkle

The days are getting colder, but the hearts of the young ones grow warmer. Hot chocolate in hand, they run out the door. The snow is a intriguing sight to see for the children.  Their giggling rings through the air as they play tag around the yard, all bundled in their winter coats. Bounding through the snow, they plop on the ground, shivering and waving their arms and legs back and forth. Something beautiful is made in the florescent white snow. Happiness. There is a little frosted white angel. The sun goes down and their mother calls them inside for dinner. The children prance inside, anticipating the next time they can return to their beloved snow.

Broken

Poem inspired by sculpture at M.A.M

Broken

But still standing

Shattered

But still in tact

Innocent

But not at all

Those tiny cracks

Are bound to break

One nick

And it could be the end

Surrounded in the innocence of people around her

No one knows pain like she does

She seems so pure

With every smile

With every laugh

That slips past her lips

She wants to be remembered as the girl

That could brighten everyone's day

Even if she could not brighten her own

Safe and Sound

I want to go to sleep

Now

I want to go to sleep

Be Safe and sound 

So when I wake up

There is a possibility that I will be out of This Night Mare

Sleep.

It is My World Of Magic

It’s the only place I can be at rest

It's the only place that nothing can hurt me

It's the only place I can be hppy

It is the only place I can escpe

Without closing my eyes for ever.