Time
By: Emma Childress The time comes and goes, But only the wise ones truly know Time is a precious idea and cannot be taken for granted. We tend to get lost in the enchanted — Just knowing it cannot be taken back, We stay on track. You don't know what you've got til it's gone, With that being said, you can't just pass on. Living in regret is a hopeless feeling. It requires healing. When that something is gone forever, You and itself no longer together, The immaculate beauty of it all reveals itself Through emotions, feelings, actions, and nothing else. Learning to live in the present Only to better the universe and oneself. As time passes by, There is nothing to be put on standby. With just one life to live, There is only so much you can give. |
Passerby
By: Emily Carne Touch, Connect, Feel
By: Emily Carne |
A Walk To Hotel
By: Andrea Silva |
My Eyes
By: Andrea Silva I walk along the shallow creek Patches of green with golden highlights from the sun calm me I sit alone with a book in hand Wind blowing a slight breeze For a moment alone I sat there Watching the pages flip The words attack my brain sharply And leave to a dark pit For many hours pass The sun slowly starts to set My eyes droop downward As I lay my head to rest My eyes are a wonder Oh so I may have thought These eyes were a gift That no one's seemed to have bought |
This is Where I Belong
By: Andrea Silva The breeze lightly blows against my hair; I walk hand in hand with my special someone. And finally, I knew that this is the place; That is where I belong. There’s a small suburban home, Surrounded by greenery and beautiful round hills -- With a small swing hanging from a tree; That is where I belong. A dog or two running around, Chasing butterflies into the sunset. For once in my life, I felt happy; That is where I belong. My husband comes up behind me, Kisses my cheek, and smiles. His hands wrapped around my waist; That is where I belong. Inside the house, Is a small kitchen and dining table, Set with only two chairs to fit two people; That is where I belong. At last, it was nighttime... I was in bed with him. The stars twinkled as I lay to rest; This is where I belong. |
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Sailing Away
By: Emma Childress I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had We live happily forever so the story goes But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold But we’ll try our best to carry on Our teens came true along the way But maybe not the lifelong ones We are still very close And I am forever grateful Just so special to me you are And what goals we have made I hope the dreams come true for you I want to be by your side through it all At times you were my only person to lean on All we had were our dreams Being young that is all you can do Just dream Growing with each other from the start It is special and nothing can compare The bond we have is like no other A sisterly connection that only you and I have |