“It doesn’t have to be awkward.”

Jay stared at the tarnished bronze B5 hanging on the door. It tilted slightly to the left, as if someone had banged the door shut and not bothered to fix the marker.

He had a feeling that was exactly how it had gone.

He drew in a sharp breath, letting go of his crutch just long enough to knock. There was a sudden fear that no one was home and his struggle up the stairs with a pair of crutches and leg cast was useless. Chiara would not be out today, according to Brody. She would have homework or something.

Tears are desperate
Creatures.

There is not one
Emotion that drags
Them to my cheeks,
To be collected back
Into the ground.

Water is changing;
Water gives life,
It takes it away.
Water is cold;
Water is destruction.

And yet we thirst
For it; eight hours is
All we can wait for
A drop of a natural
Catastrophe.

The same
Capricious heritage
Carries itself down
My cheeks in a
Wave of emotion.

The tears kept falling
I dashed them away
Angry at how fragile I’d become
But the anger only made the
Tears fall
Thicker
Adding to the overwhelming sense of
Feeling every emotion
So strongly
It started with sympathy for
A Hollywood actor
Making pain feel tangible for a moment
While creasing over on-screen
His face a tangle of fear and
Heartbreak
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
But the truth is that I’m not
Okay
I’m broken because
A song about seeing the stars
Over Amsterdam

“No dessert until you have finished your dinner.” Children quickly learn to dread these words, hoping to bypass the yucky green beans, chewy steak, and bland rolls, and skip to the delicious dessert. However, parents know that despite the pleasure and ease involved in consuming dessert, health is more important. Unfortunately, adults do not apply this truth in the entertainment world. Television, a popular form of entertainment among children, endangers a child’s wellbeing; reading, however, enhances it.

The icy chill bit her cheeks again. She felt the familiar blush of cold and excitement color her cheeks red. She raised her bare hands to them, her breath hurting her lips.

“Oh, wow.”

Publishing a poetry book and chose this poem to be in it! Wish me luck, friends! :")

I once thought I had everything in my hands
Looking at the perfectly carved face in front of me
I thought to myself
I made this
And it is lovely
And then those perfectly chiseled features
Slipped through my hands
Shattering around my feet
While I sunk to my knees
I picked up the shards
Hands shaking
Fingers bleeding
I held the tiny pieces close
Not willing to let them go
I swept them into a tiny box
Lined with silk and down-feathers
Plucked from my own soul
I sealed the lid

What is this ugly world
That everyone inside
Feels the brokenness
Of every single tear that's ever cried?

With every salty pool
That overflows its bounds,
Rivers of despair
Flow down the bed that of all sorrow sounds.

The only steady ground
Is the Holy Word.
Nothing makes sense
Unless the voice of God himself is heard.

If you will only heed
The Spirit's living fire,
Sobs of joyful hope
Will be the song we sing with heaven's choir.

She picked up her pen, not knowing what to write, just needing to write. She needed to get it down on paper! She knew she was struggling, and she knew, one deals with it easier when it’s written on paper. Putting pen to paper, she let the words flow, ideas and words coming to her as she wrote. Soon she couldn’t stop, she filled one page, and then another; pouring out her heart and soul to her Creator. She finally understood; she understood her feelings, and what she is to do. And she must do it, for it is what God has put on her heart to do. Will she listen?