This next pic was taken in Disney World. They keep up with their flowers really well. :P I love the water droplets on the flower petals. And the vibrance of the pink flower. :)

Photography

So, I have decided to also begin to add my original pictures onto my blog. I take pictures all the time, and some I actually really like and think other people would like also. So, here's the first to my blog. This was actually taken with my cell phone. I love roses, they're so photogenic. :)

I'm trying so hard
to hear you.
I'm trying so hard
to see you.
I'm trying so hard
to feel your grace.
I talk to much
to hear you.
And I'm much to blind
to see you.
Lord, show me how
to feel you grace.
Cause all I want
is to know you more.
The one who created the Earth
and the unexplored.
And now, for the world,
the light you're asked to restore.
Cause all that the world has left
is the hope that you'll make them soar.
Well, maybe I can try a little harder.

I haven't decided what to title this one yet

I ring wind chimes like

carol bells.

I beat the dashboard like a

drum.

I tap the stairs as if

piano keys.

I pluck floss like

guitar strings.

I sing loud enough

to make whole crows hear.

A hairbrush microphone

and an air guitar,

can make the entire world

come round to listen.

One or the Other

Dark to light.
Light to dark.
Both include both.
To become light,
you must be dark.
To become dark,
you must be light.

Here or There?

Keyboard friendships,
paper dreams,
Cracked promises,
broken seams.
Plastic smiles,
painted eyes,
Crumbling truth,
expanding lies.
Inked out memories,
frozen years.
Do we even know what we're doing here?
Sucked into our wired world,
a scarless place for boys and girls.
.... Come on, how about....
Spoken friendships,
real-life dreams,
Solid promises,
sewn up seams.
Genuine smiles,
sparkling eyes,
Expanding truth,
crumbling lies.
Cherished memories,
comforting years.
Can someone please tell me what it means to be here?
Let's unplug our wired world,
and heal the scars of boys and girls.
Because, if our faces are divided by a screen,
how can we possibly know what life means?

Difference

What is it that makes me love you?
What is it that makes me care?
What is it that makes me cry everynight that you're not there?

Okay, scratch that, I'm not going to get into some cheesy love poem that bores everyone around you until that list of people includes the one you wrote it for. Why can't people just say what they need to say? Well, if that's my advice, I guess you could call me a hypocrite; because I don't do that either. We all must be cowards on the inside, huh? No matter how strong a person may feel or seem, there's still that terrified little child inside that only seems to emerge when we're faced with what we called cooties when we were younger; because, somewhere in us, we all still believe in the fairytales.