I hope

I hope you see this divine blue,
Stretching upon the sky for miles and miles.

I hope you see the puffy clouds,
Beautiful and white carefully set upon the sky,
With only the wind to blow it softly along.

I hope you see these marvelous, incandescent stars,
Contrasting in the sinister, dark skies.

I hope you remember me,
Loving you.

I hope you see this poem,
And remember me like a framed picture,
Up on your admired mantle.

I hope I see you soon,
Missing you is my only misery.

I hope you miss me,
For I miss you,
And forevermore I will,
Wherever I am,

I Love You.

That’s all I have to say.

, Scarlett

My Special Day

That happiness as someone acknowledges it,
The feeling of joy fills your chest,
And the feeling slowly overflows,
Into complete bliss.

The sweet pleasure of a thoughtful gift,
Enjoyed by that special person,
On that extraordinary day.

But then feelings of sorrow fill you,
As that magnificent day swiftly comes to a close.
But the pleasure of the future years,
Reminds you that there are many more of these days yet to come.

My Picture Perfect Day

The Beautiful Sunrises


The sun rises,
Releasing a beautiful light,
Rays of pink, purple, yellow, and blue
Across the sky.

The day unleashes new information,
For you learn something new everyday,
The very true cliché.

The night is the time for romance,
And old cherished memories.
Walking down that beach with that dusk sky all around you,
With the one whom you love,
Is the perfect ending to that flawless day.

So feel that love and beautifulness,
And apply it to yourself.
For you are “picture perfect” and just simply beautiful.

My Beautiful Iceland

Smooth glides on a cloudlike shell,
Almost as much sand as on beach below.

My Beautiful Iceland.

Massively high jumps,
And fast, graceful spins,

On My Beautiful Iceland.

Friends that are dear,
And alike to me,
That are loved on Iceland.

We are all different,
But the same,
For we feel the similar on this Iceland,
Our Beautiful Iceland.

We feel refined and lovely just skating over it.

My Beautiful Iceland.

My Humble Abode

The Randomness of the House


To enter through the door,
And feel safeness near,
And glow with happiness,
As you see the familiar belongings dear.

Refine your soul,
With a “pure” movie or book in the living room.
Or eat many scrumptious desserts,
By the roaring fireplace.

And to see the familiar faces,
That light up yours.

Scarlett

A Giant Cookie

Shall I compare thee,
To a giant cookie?
Thou are more sweet and kind.

A cookie may be of different varieties,
But you are only of one,
True.

Thou may be secretive and poetical,
And thou are also beautiful and lovely.

This to the wishing star,
In the dark and scary night.
That helps and guides me.

I love you.

To The Miracle, Starrynight

Love 2

What is the point of loving?
When love is soon lost,
Buried under heartbreak.

Love disappears then comes back,
Never to stay,
But breaking your soul,
Bit by bit along the way.

Love is crazy,
So baby,
Lets take it slow,
So the love lasts forever.

Inspiration from Colbie Calliat

Unknown and Unnamed (idk)

You stare in to the beauties of the sky,
Into that beautiful pink rise,
And feel as calm as a floating bubble.

You remember that scene,
The pink and purple and yellow combined,
And make sure it stays like a framed picture in your mind.

Then you wonder what it is like on the other side of truth.
War and Anger,
Together make a frightful sight.

Remember in those hard times that you are innocent,
Until you choose not to be.
And you are pure until you’ve seen that frightful sight.

Remember that you are free, so…

Fly away butterfly,
Or fly like the wind bullseye,
Whatever speed you want to take,
Just be free and live your life.

Inspiration from S.Y. a faithful friend and D.P. a person in a not so happy mood.

Life?

Thinking is the worst thing to do to nonessential things.

Like popularity,
Who cares if you’re popular,
Nobody smart would ever look up to you,
And you just act stupid just so someone will notice you,

Or how you look,
You have to look perfect or you’ll die, right?
You have to have 100 pairs of clothing so you’ll never repeat clothing.

The truth is that isn’t your life,
Your real life hasn’t even started yet.

Inspiration from Girl in Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood

Love

Do you think I could forget it?
Do you think it was all you?
That I didn't want it too.

Do you think when the world collapsed it was only you that felt the pain?
Do you think I could ever forget the savior called you?
The truth is we shared something together,
And we shredded it apart with common sense,
And expectations.

Well the truth is,
Love is all in you,
Without the world to guide you,
It is like walking into a obscure cave,
And not know what to do.

Love is all around you,
And it is different every time.
So follow your heart and not your hands,
And you will get through.

Inspiration from Girl in Pants: The Third Summer of the Sisterhood