Is it crazy?
Wanting my dreams to come true
Sacrificing my time,
For a better life than I grew up with..

Is it better?
Learning from..
People around you,
Books and professors
Or…
Being your own teacher
Making your own mistakes

Does it feel right?
To be wrong
To be loved
To be hated
To be crazy
To be..

Do you feel better?
By achieving your goals
From the tears of your enemies
From joys of your loved ones

Life
Just takes sacrifice
Just takes faith
Just brings sorrows
Just allows joy
Just is …

We are all human, we all make mistakes
That by definition is …LIFE…

Watch your thoughts, for they become words.

Watch your words, for they become actions.

Watch your actions, for they become habits.

Watch your habits, for they become character.

Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.

Your destiny is your faith: If having faith, even just the size of a mustard seed, can move mountains… imagine what the possibilities can be if you embody your heart and soul to that faith…..

Mathew 17:20
And Jesus said unto them, Because of your unbelief: for verily I say unto you, If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you.

i found this one in my poem archive i was going through my computer and cleaning some old files came across this one

I sit here quietly and watch the sun set
Thinking of someone that I’ve never met
I wonder does she think of me too
Needless to say I am thinking of you

Wanting to hold you, to see your face
To take you away to a better place
You feel so right, too good to be true
I just can’t stop thinking of you

My friends say that I might regret
Losing my heart to a girl I’ve not met
I say there is nothing I can do
I cannot help thinking of you

I believe you were made special for me
But wonder if that could possibly be
I’m tired of being so alone and blue
But I always smile when thinking of you

At dawn, through my opened window,
I gazed upon a breathless,
And heart-stopping sight.

On the horizon in front of me,
Appeared an aurora of mystical lights,
Reflecting deep into the cavities and,
Ridges of the surrounding mountains.

Before me shown the early light,
Penetrating the morning mist,
As it caused perpetual golden rays
To illuminate through the highest
Mountain peaks,
Awakening the earth below.

As I peered closely,
Brilliant colors of light
Stretched upward,
Like fingers on a hand
Into the yet, dawning sky.

Oh, as I gazed at this precious sight,
Time itself seemed to be waiting,
And wanting to grasp hold of
The first beams, that would burst forth
From the East and to witness,
The suns smile beckoning
The Brand New Day.

well its been so long since ive written a poem. Mainly because i have lost sight of my muse or my inspiration to write i spent a good chunk of the summer working on a drawing that i just recently finished i thought id be glad to acheive that. well even though it was completed i didnt feel like i had done anything special… thanks to lightcontrast over at http://lightcontrast.wordpress.com/ for reminding me that inspiration can come from anything and that i can’t force it out. which is probably why i havnt been able to be creative for so long. I’ve been trying to force it out instead of letting it work through me.

this poem is about feeling.

I see the stars each night –
I know I will be great;
I feel people’s Pain and Passion.
But….?

When I’m around people –
My mind is blurred as the surface of the ocean;
I talk, but I’m gone With the winds with no direction.
But ….?

There isn’t love or trust
I can willingly give back –
But I seem very unhappy.
Why …?

Life could be crude –
Life could be adventurous;
Life could mean “living”,
But why can’t I …?

I am shelter when others feel pain –
I am comforting when approached;
I am loved by some,
Hated by others.
Why …?

Why can’t I feel other people’s joy?
Some might call me selfish –
Some might call me stupid;
But if only they could feel my pain,
But if only they understood.
I never wished to be sad –
No one would.

But that is what I’m going through –
I know things will get better;
I will watch the sunrise
With someone I might fall in love.
But till then,
I remain as I am…

I am myself, Nothing more

How does the light fall dripping,
from the source beyond,
encapsulated in a memory,
of a time far gone.
A time apart, set quivering, still upon the stone.
A time yet not meant to be, for me,
because I am still alone.

Yet the rain continues falling,
in step with seasons dance.
The endless song of their voice
attempts to entrance.
But within each drop, within its secret chamber can be seen,
the hollow empty loneliness
reflected in my being.

The molded earth that warms my feet
I see with firm belief,
that it will lead my path astray
of the hidden reef.
But betrayal is the type of word the earth has taught me of.
For this is what my faith has given,
instead of producing love.

The haunting beauty of the world
remains to me aloof.
Its perfection dwells within my eyes
yet I seek further proof.
For even though all is one and you are part of me,
I thought I was a part of you, but
the union has ceased to be.

And round about without a doubt,
those tendrils of the air.
Those wisps of empty nothingness
that touch and leave all bare.
They come to me and sing to me of all that isn’t there,
and leave me feeling the empty ache,
torn beyond repair.