You make me so happy

that I question if this is real

I know this may sound sappy

but it's how you make me feel.

Even on a rainy day

I can see the sunshine

and today I can say

happily that you are mine

Now enough with the jokes

because i'm feeling rather deep

and this is no hoax

but you make my heart skip a beat

Important Parts

Love is one of the scariest things,

but it's what makes us human beings.

Some people will break our hearts,

and others are the important parts.

They're important parts of our lives,

and they're the reason love survives.

These are the people we call friends;

people we learn to trust to no ends.

True friends are there for you through it all

to catch you no matter how far you fall.

They're the important parts of growing,

becoming a part of you without knowing.

Independence?

unsure of what I want

even moreso of what I need

knowing what my hopes are

is all I've really got

hoping for acceptance

wanting to be on my own

fighting for independence

but so afraid to be alone

afraid of what's ahead

avoiding those of my past

so tired of being led

my life is going too fast

Happy, Not Really

I am kind

I am sweet

I am the happiest

unhappy person

you will ever come meet.

But that would make me happy

wouldn't you think?

New Days.

I wander in the past

feeling loved and nurtured.

As the years go fast

I fear the future

and what's to come.

I dread not knowing,

but that won't stop the sun

everyday from glowing.

So I awake to face the day

with my head held high

because who is to say

that today I won't die.

Literature in the Marketplace

A woman by the name of Dickinson

wrote as if to maintain her health.

In a way, she simply wrote for fun.

She wrote not for fame, but life itself.

Most managed a meager living.

Life was tough for a writer though.

Always pressed for cash and drinking,

was the life of sir Edgar Allan Poe.

And then there were those,

those much like Emerson,

spoken words are what they chose

and so came the rise of lyceum.

Thus, through poetry and stories of fiction;

along with novels full of sentiment

through powerful lectures spoken with conviction

even in newspapers through the discontent.

And through the 18th century

you can certainly see

the developing of space

for literature in the marketplace.

Amazing Poem (Not by Me)

Cold as winter; strong as stone;

She faced the darkness all alone.

A silver goddess; a reflection.

A mirage; a recollection.

No return; no turning back.

The past is gone, the future, black.

Serpents gather in their nest.

And she stands above the rest.

Shadows hunt; she hunts the shadow.

The moon is risen; she stands below.

She views her world through the eyes of others.

Black and white; there are no colors,

As she looks down upon a shattered youth.

A shattered mirror shows a shattered truth.

-From the book the Shattered mirror

By Amelia Atwater Rhodes