Fairy Tale

A brilliant, enormous blue eagle swooped out of the sky, and as it glided to a smooth stop I leapt onto it before thinking twice. It gave an inviting wink to my friend, and I knew it was taking us to the castle in the air that we had heard about. My friend shook her head. "I'd love to get in but...nah, I'll get to the castle some other way! You just watch, I don't need that eagle! I can do it by myself!"
I flew away, far away, and looked down on the crowd waving goodbye from my small village.
I soared through clouds, through puple storms, through the fire of sunsets and the glittering of starry nights until I reached the brightest star in the sky. The brilliant light was blinding, and deafening trumpet noise surrounded me. I took no more than a few steps before the sapphire eagle swiftly and silently glided before me into the castle. As I strode forward, glowing ruby castle walls surrounded me on all sides. Then I remembered: my friend said she would meet me here, but where was she?  I waited, I kept searching around the castle, but my friend who rejected the eagle was nowhere to be seen. Then, my eye was quickly caught by a black, shiny plaque with gold letters painted on it:

The kindom of God is like this castle.
Everyone tries to get in without hassle.
The brilliant blue eagle left his palace for you,
He's Jesus who'd do everything for you.
Some, like your friend, will simply say,
"I'll get to Heaven some other way."
But they're not here, as you can see.
Jesus says, "The only way's through me."

John 14:6 (New International Version)

"Jesus answered, 'I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.' "

Sabrina and Kathy

There's people I know who don't need makeup,
because they always wear a beautiful smile.
There's people I know that don't need designer clothes,
because thier personalities shine through.
There's people I know who don't need to me "cool" and "popular",
because they'd rather have real friends who know who they are.
There's people I know
Who I wish I could be like all the time.

Five Million Fireworks

Wiggling, moving rainbows hold shimmering, glorious hope and an escape from a heavy heart, and takes you away on angel wings of color!

Shocking colors laugh with vivid music bursting all around and a leaping spirit!

Colors sing with a sparkling, thunderous sound and a shimmer of glorious dreams surround them and awake sleeping hearts.

Colors blast open in a land free of time and surround you in bright power of five million colors of fireworks!!!

Have you ever?

Have you ever kicked back
in that old, soft lounger
and felt the world melt around you?

Have you ever stopped to look
at that kindergartener's painting
and realize the simple, plain beauty?

Have you ever really been yourself
and stopped trying to be the girl everyone is jealous of
like you tell your friends to do?

Have you ever stopped
to read a decent poem
relax
and count your blessings?

And do you really think that this is just about other people?
Give this another read.
Have you ever...?
Have you really ever?

Songwriter Girl

my friend
is a songwriter
a laughing girl

like the
moon among a
giant starry sea

if you
were to look through
her deep brown bright eyes

You'd see
a fresh world in
vivid, vibrant colors!

There is
something so
indescribable

about
the way that
she smiles and she talks

My Room

My room
Can be a fantasy castle
where I,
The brave dragon,
defeat horrid, screaming witches.
My room
Can be an icy, cruel, dungeon
where I, the prisoner,
is locked up heartlessly.
My room
Can be a ski lodge,
Where I, a freezing orphan in the snow,
Step into the wave of comforting wave of warmth.
My room
Can be a wild, funky, colorful, neon dance club
Where I, a dreamer and passionate dancer,
Can express myself.
Any way I'm feeling
My room knows somehow
just what to be
and it's amazed me every time.

boredom...

Boredom. You know you have it if...
There's "a deadly disease"
draining energy away.
all the spark is gone
and you're sitting at home
With nothing to do
There's a rock in your shoe,
but you don't feel like taking it out
and in your brain there is a drought
of all the ideas
from working to drawing to even tortillas.
random things pop in your head like a flashing light,
but of your attention you don't give 'em a slight.
THEN, YOU KNOW YOU ARE BORED.