Truth is what I believe in; not to be conceited. I simply know the secret to life when others are lost in chaos. Why am I so afraid to share? Afraid to love? Thank You for allowing me to know  Your all-encompassing truth and love… thank You for Your grace. May I give You glory for all the days of my life.

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I am officially a semi-finalist in an international poetry competition. What an honor! My poem will be published in a book as soon as I proof-read and send back my poem. I can include personal information but it costs additional money that I do not have. Oh well, I am so excited! Thank you for reading my post, beautiful followers and readers; this is just incredible. :)

It’s a little disapppointing. Finishing a book you’ve planned on reading for a long time. You start thinking, “Now what do I read?”

I just finished reading The Great Gatsby this evening. I almost feel a little empty and lost, because I’ve wanted to read it for at least a year. While it was an entirely different experience than I expected, I felt accomplished; then I realized that the story is done and the goal has vanished.

Unfortunately, I am not eloquent. Other writers can take a simple phrase and create a measure of music, a melody for all to understand. I stumble while they glide; crawl while they fly. Practice seems to help anyone improve, but talent is born into a person. Creativity delights my soul yet I cannot find much in my own mind. Perhaps my own doubt bests me but these thoughts have troubled me often. Oh well, for my insecurities should leave me soon.

You mess with me far too often,
It isn’t fair.
So I spend all of my time thinking of you.
Or, at least… I did.

You make me feel like you’re the only one who can make me happy.
I end all other things because of it.
I left him for you, in a sense.
I’ve almost never felt so miserable.

—prompted by oneword.com

Two wings, freedom.
Flying without bounds.
Transformation, then beauty.
And perfection.

Never lost in the world,
For the world is created for your standards.
Who could harm you, delicate creature?
For you are the reflection of human desires.

—prompted by oneword.com

Orbit around the sun, warmth fills the earth.
Such a grand star, greatly taken for granted.
We assume it shall last forever, but of course it cannot.
For what things can last for all eternity?

Very, very few.