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Monday, February 4, 2013

Life


The fields of life are plentiful
The daises bloom looks so wonderful
Don’t miss this chance to get on
This thing called life before it’s gone

And we will carry on,
We will carry on

For over a thousand years it’s been reborn
For a hundred more we have been scorn
By the ones who call us all by name
Who think that life’s nothing but a game

But we will carry on
We will carry on

Life is sacred, love is sweet
But it seems this world is in repeat
Spinning on the axle of,
 Our rebellion, to His love

Why do we carry on
Will we carry on?

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Fall


English: Fall in Napa Valley
Fall in Napa Valley (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
When the leaves turn brown
And the wind knocks them down
Gently swaying back and forth
As they fall, south, west, east, and north.

When the crisp cool air
Flows softly through your hair
Tugging on golden strands of wheat
Cooling you down as you take your seat.

 When the flowers begin to slowly fade
And trees begin to lose their shade
Red, orange and brown paint the ground
Like a beautiful painting, all around.

A quite, cool evening, sitting by the tree
As glowing firebugs, light up for all to see!
And when the sun is setting, the sky glowing red
Sleeping in the fields, with a tree to rest your head.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

New poem, can't think of a name.

Hey readers! This is a new poem I wrote, I really like it, but I can't think of a name. Can you help? write what -you- think this poem should be called in the comments below.

Here's the poem:


Does it make me crazy
Cause I hunger for love?
Does it make me crazy
Cause I can’t get enough?

Is it bad for me to want
To right the wrong?
Is it crazy for us
To sing a new song?

What is it about change
That scares you away?
Is it not enough to see
The light of a new day?

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Clearly


I always used to be there for you
I always used to be there, that’s true
But ever since you walked away from me
It opened up my eyes so I can see

Clearly

Even after songs were sung in vain
Even after the pouring rain
The blinds folded from my eyes
Now I can see you didn’t even try

I can see clearly

And when the sun shall shine again
You’ll come running ‘round the bend
But after all that we’ve been through
I’ve seen things, oh if only you knew

Then you could see clearly, like me.