EmilyAnne1

Forgiveness a small decision that changes you Your Life, Your Relationships Maybe that's why its so hard to say them The words, I forgive you Change is a good thing, its also very scary Changing the way I react wouldn't be too difficult But how would You respond? Would you even hesitate to knock me down? I am taught to forgive This teaching is a gift that I have left untouched Today, I think I might open it Just to see what is inside

 What is achievement? What is appeasement? The difference is what you do for yourself and what you do for others I Believe that the driving force inside of your soul, is what creates the dividing line Although to most, it will only seem like a silly technicality, a misplaced vowel, or something But to me. It means the truth you are called to carry. Every waking minute, your mind tells your body what to do. How to walk, how to talk But truthfully, the only reason your mind has the capacity to think at all is because deep inside you, lies a soul purpose. Then, as you continue to listen to it, and not anything else, it is you who will decide

Butterflies~ go go, fly fly away. watch from the sky, spread happiness with the magic dust on your wings I lift my eyes, to watch as it gently pours from the heart of the angel, falling on my face then I see the magic dust that opened the cocoon, it has a name I think it's called Love.

I lift my eyes. I see the world. Above me, lies the treetops, reaching to the sky. Below me, the soft trodden trail, used daily by those, just like me. I feel her breath, as we walk. Her musty mane intertwines with my fingers. Even as we stumble, I am at peace. I worry not for our safety. Gentle words seep from my lips. Again all is well. As we continue, I notice the bushes. In them i see small rustling movements. Had they been there before? At last! I view the little chipmunk. My smile is in light of it's playful side as he teases us, walking through the forest side-by-side. Here in this long line, of those, Just like me. We

what I hear is a story in it pain is the main character while the man is lost to the words tears drip from My Brown eyes my lips tremble I am doubled over by this pain from this story to me though, that's all it is a story these painful experiences flow from his aged tongue, neither rehearsed nor loved he doesn't wish to share them yet he chose to for us the language he is using is foreign another place another time another person so I ask, why am I crying? why do I feel this pain? it is an alien to my body I reject it transferring it into the file "Not Real" this story has become a virus it inhabits my body, keeping me as it's host rott

I am so dark like the night before the moon I wander pleasure comes from this loneliness I wander close to the edge of the light, never too close I wander to far, but not too far this hurts, why? nothing I say is understood painfully I wander on a slight song I cannot understand yet it is better than listening to myself wonder these silent thoughts listless, I blindly search closer to the string I hear growing pains become harmful the remembrance of the other pain pushes me unwilling, towards the edge finally too close I can hear it now! Beauty. I can only remain still while it flows into my soul at first But I am