Okay so here it is again ,my poetry. This time I was a bit more patient. I took more time to edit. When I first published, I was just so excited about seeing my book up on sites like amazon, that I did not bother to truly check things such as spelling and punctuation. It took me a few months to figure out what I wanted the title to be, and what kind of poetry I wanted in there.

In the end, I decided I did not want just one type of poetry or just one theme. Some of it is old poetry, and some of it is new, so I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading.

I am only a woman who knows labels are not a need.

because

I am only a human waiting to be kissed by angels when I bleed.

I am only a wanderer who knows to be found you must allow yourself to be lost.

i am only a spring rain drop the ancestor to the winter's frost.

I am only the laughter that fills the air. That ghostly presence that knows there is no eternity in despair.

I am only a beginning breath. a rival yet a companion to our lonely friend death.

You are only you and I am only me.

like the seed in the ground we are the beginning to something so beautiful.

More beautiful than anything else could ever be.

War Outside My Window

My pain won’t go away.

Nothing can stop the

Visions of horror I’ve

Seen today. They dropped

Bombs of hate in May.

A little girl is poor,

So other children wont

Invite her to play. Why

Do we put each other in

Pain? What happiness will

we gain ?Hurting every child,

Father, and mother. When we leave

this world we’ll wonder why we

did this to each other. But I

Won’t be like that .I won't shed

a tear and I will not fear .Even

if I have to go through ice and

snow. I will open my door and

fight the war outside my window.

Go ahead and scream

You’re grown up

You’re dead

Only children dream.

There are no more

Pots of gold at the end of rainbows.

The sun is not friendly with warmth

but harsh with its heat.

Life has no rhythm.

No not a single beat.

No more flying horses

Or discovering new flavors mixing ice cream.

No because only children dream.

That is what they tell you.

That you are a fool.

A fool for dreaming.

They laugh because they cannot understand.

Understand the fight within you.

The fight to be the best at all you can.

You wonder why all the innocence has to fade.

Why when you gain more wisdom ,all hope has to go away.

They tell you this is how it has to be.

That is something you just can’t see.

You try to keep silent, but you cannot pretend.

You cannot lie.

You refuse to lie down and die.