It’s the little things… I’m going to visit my aunt tomorrow… She recently said she liked this picture l took in our Sunday family group text… I had this made along with a thrift store frame… I posted this picture on here last night with some words… It’s the little things…

She… Is a field of flowers… In what others see as weeds…

I see myself in that orange… To start the day and try to light the way… And when the day ends… I bring you home… Content and warm…

Don’t go… I need beautiful things in my life to grow…

There will always be time for reflection… But life comes first… Not worrying about perfection…

She… Is where my heart wants to be…

Things can only get better…

Come out from who you were… The things that have happened since your birth… The memories will not leave you completely… But they must not rule you absolutely…

I looked up the definition of happiness… And it said… Find someone that understands the beauty of a flower… And is willing to take the time to explain it to you…

So I am back… To feeling those feelings I told myself never to feel again… But you are you… And with you… I am destined to be… But only if you let me be…

Don’t chase miracles… Just live your life to the pinnacle…

The trees… Nature will survive if you let it be… Just ask the trees what they believe… As they shelter all that lives beneath them…

Thanksgiving tomorrow… Christmas before you know it… When I was a kid I couldn’t wait for this time to begin… Am I silly to want those feelings again…

Is it a poem only if the words are sad… Happiness a fading fad… Happy words rhyme too… It all depends on what you have within you…

The sight of summer past… I always ask… Why it couldn’t last…

She cries… She holds her feelings inside… But with all of her crying… There’s never a chance to feel the feelings that she’s hiding…

To exist is poetry… Each day we live… Is a verse we give…

Once again the cemetery tree… Sacrifices her leaves… In the winter to blanket our loved ones from the freeze… And come summer shade them from the heat…

I am flawed… As the rain falls… I wish to be cleansed of it all…

The world around us… So unjust… If only it could be… Pretty… Like this flower in front of me… With like minds it can be…

Way above the treetops… The sun tries to tell the story… About long ago the earth was peaceful… In all it’s glory…

Through nature take a peek… There is beauty beyond belief…

A Sunday afternoon in the city… Always hustle and bustle and somewhat gritty… Never asking why… Just doing what it takes to survive…

You have awakened her love… She thinks you are someone from above… It is your duty to be true… Because she loves you…

The sun is always shining… It’s just the clouds have bad timing…

I have been waiting so long… That I have almost become… The rain that falls down on me…

I had a little visitor today while I was in my work vehicle… Looks like she regretted here decision immediately…😆🐦‍⬛

After the rain… The sun will shine… Just be patient with life… It all takes time… Good morning from the Midwest…

To show others the way… She took a leap of faith…

That’s my soul up there…

She cried… As the rain came down to try to keep her alive… But she knew it was her time… So she cried… Happy to have been alive…

As we continue to wait for our happiness… What if our happiness is waiting for us…

The power of love… Is like a feeling from above… It doesn’t care how tough you are… It doesn’t care who you are… It will have it’s way… And when it does… You’ll think there was never any other way…

You… Walk that road… Discard the things that weigh you… We only have so many days… So walk… There are good things that await you…

Never give up… There is always sunshine behind the clouds…

Even in my darkest days… I find solace in poetry…

The world weighs on our shoulders… And there’s nothing we can do… Except live our lives and take care of each other… The best that we can do…

In our mind nothing is truly discarded… If it was indeed true love when it started…

You conquer my dreams… But in the daylight you have nothing to do with me… One day I will be free… Of the chains at night you send me…

Broken hearts can always mend… But it takes love… And not to pretend…

Nothing lasts forever… So why not enjoy it while it’s here… That goes for love too my dear…

No deep words really tonight… Just a picture of a flower and a bee… And a wish if you please… For you to take it easy on yourself and just breathe…

It’s sundown in the city… Sidewalks,houses and electrical lines… But pretty is pretty…

No matter how much we prepare… Winter has us in it’s cold stare… But do not fear… The warmth will return next year… A Sunday in the backyard…

Tis but a rose… But it is the fact that it still grows… When winter tells it no… On this cold Sunday morning…

I am the rose you relinquished… Frozen in time… Of how things were at first…

To feel is dangerous… But for love… We must be willing to take that chance…

They say… We will see everyone in the end… When the pearly gates open… But what if you didn’t want to see them… When they were living…

To find out the secret to happiness… You must first ask the trees… Have a happy Saturday…

It is so sad to be sad… But if it was not for the sad days… Then we would not recognize the glad days… Just be glad we have the days…