tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194572882024-03-13T12:46:20.759-07:00Come Dream With MeBeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-3631672490483027542011-03-21T22:47:00.000-07:002011-03-22T16:05:55.679-07:00go tell ithere within the safety of this place<br />i don't have to train to run the race<br />my heart stays here protected by this wall<br />of noise that helps drown out the greater call<br /><br />my clapping hands show joy for lost now found<br />smooth hands that let the others work the ground<br />hands that hide a face that's still afraid<br />to tell a stranger that their debts been paid<br /><br />relationships feel safer when skin-deep<br />close enough to touch but not to keep<br />while the Lord is mine and surely I am thine<br />life's mortal love may end before its time<br /><br />but somewhere past my story and my pain<br />lies a world that's looking to lose its life to gain<br />a Savior and a Father and Friend<br />a God on which they can always depend<br /><br />let me see outside the sphere of me<br />help me, Lord, to set the captives free<br /><br /><br /><br />-meBeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-19860303883364358722011-01-20T13:17:00.000-08:002011-03-08T00:37:47.834-08:00Pieces of MeI tend to leave my fingerprints on glass<br />and I change my hair as often as I can<br />My compassion and my temper fight to lead. . .<br />those are just a few pieces of me.<br /><br />I wish that telephones were obselete<br />and that musicals could be reality<br />I smile to hide my insecurities. . .<br />those are just a few pieces of me.<br /><br />I love novels, music, movies, and tv<br />and I'm scared I won't accomplish all the dreams<br />what I want's not always what I need. . .<br />those are just a few pieces of me.<br /><br />The Lake is where I feel the most at peace<br />and if I could, I'd never ever leave<br />there's more to me than what the eye can see. . .<br />and those are just a few pieces of me.<br /><br />I'm passionate about what I believe<br />and I love because my Savior first loved me<br />and I have to pray for wisdom constantly. . .<br />those are just a few pieces of me. <br /><br /><br />-meBeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-88600067867132391582010-03-14T20:59:00.000-07:002010-04-18T20:59:46.460-07:00AliceRefusing to be stuck in reality<br />you relentlessly <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">chase</span> a dream<br />into a world called <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">Wonderland</span><br />where nothing is as it seems.<br /><br />You leave your fears behind you<br />you're unafraid to <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">fall</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">drink</span>, and <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">eat</span>, and <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">drink</span> again<br />until you're very small.<br /><br />You're brave despite your puny size<br />continue your pursuit<br />the <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">rabbit</span> is constrained by<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> time</span><br />there's mystery afoot.<br /><br />The world is full of characters<br />the <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Mad</span>, the feline, the foe<br />distraction complicates your task<br />deDee duDum <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Dodo</span>.<br /><br />Follow your heart (it's <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">red</span>, not<span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> <span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">white</span></span>)<br />and hold onto your <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">head</span><br />you can try to match her wits<br />but the <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Queen</span> still wants you dead.<br /><br />So time to grow, my little one<br />clean the <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">mushrooms</span> from your plate<br />be careful of egos that come in your size<br />you might yet still deflate.<br /><br />Back upon a merry <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">chase</span><br />with you at the other end<br />maybe the grass isn't always greener<br />now <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">locked</span> inside your pretend.<br /><br />Find yourself where you began<br />adventure or simply a dream?<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Curiouser</span> and <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Curiouser</span><br />you wake beside the <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">stream</span>.<br /><br />Look upon your reflection<br />who knows what you might find<br />maybe beyond the <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">looking-glass</span><br />there's a <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">Wonderland</span> enshrined. <br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">by:me</span>BeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-8192825828039018192009-03-07T22:18:00.000-08:002009-03-07T22:23:06.425-08:00when it hurts a little...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><div><br /></div>when it hurts a little...</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">it just means that I'm alive</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">that my tender heart still beats</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">that my conscience has survived.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />when it hurts a little...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">it just means that I still care</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">that I love with all I have; </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I won't face more than I can bear.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">by: me</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div>BeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-14733396208839924472008-11-13T20:21:00.000-08:002009-03-07T22:23:45.317-08:00TwilightA state that’s not been quite defined<br />Between full night and when the sun will rise<br />With eyes wide open you wait out this time<br />I find you there.<br /><br />More reflection than the suns true light<br />Stuck somewhere in-between the day and night<br />When other senses give way to sight<br />I find us there.<br /><br />Not completely lit but no longer in the dark<br />Somewhat akin to the unsure regions of my heart<br />Hoping you’re here with me on more than just a lark<br />Can we make it there?<br /><br />So, tell me twilight as you ascend<br />Are you the beginning or the end?<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">by: me</span></div>BeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-22003073696220851072008-06-07T21:03:00.000-07:002009-03-07T22:23:58.923-08:00Moving On<span style="color:#006600;">She left that life behind her</span>,<br />refused to shed another tear.<br />Flew that flag of sweet surrender,<br />'til the anger <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">disappeared</span>.<br /><br />All they did was hold her back,<br />in a stranglehold she couldn't break.<br />She was caught in obligations trap;<br />she'd had about all she could take.<br /><br />So, <span style="color:#006600;">she left that life behind her</span>.<br />Now she's off to chase her dreams.<br />Ran from drama that confined her.<br />She's finally been redeemed.<br /><br />She's not looking for permission,<br />or a sign before she leaves.<br />She's made her decision<br />and she'll finally be free.<br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Free of that life she left behind her.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">by: me</span></span></div>BeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-64629786813976777672008-05-01T23:49:00.000-07:002008-05-02T00:02:03.997-07:00Be The ChangeMore than once I've heard it said<br />that actions outdo words<br />so why are we so prone to tread<br />on verbal battlefields?<br /><br />The world looks out for peace<br />in fact, it's a constant battle<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">never mind</span> the contradiction<br />using weapons of uninformed prattle.<br /><br />While we wait around for change<br />and fight with idle words<br />the impact has a narrow range<br />and bleeding hearts lose sympathy.<br /><br />With actions life progresses<br />like marching into war<br />getting dirt under your fingernails<br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">be the change you want to see in the world</span>.</strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">by: me</span>BeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-71346336888367030592008-04-17T21:03:00.000-07:002008-04-17T21:09:11.339-07:00Pillows <span style="color:#006600;"><strong>cushion</strong> </span>silent tears<br />In beds that <strong><span style="color:#006600;">harbor</span></strong> broken hearts<br /><br /><br /><em>by: me</em>BeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-46501310777837566862007-03-22T21:39:00.000-07:002007-03-22T21:54:35.577-07:00Holding tightly to a <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">memory</span><br />a photograph of you and me<br />a moment stuck in time<br />a <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">f</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">aint rememberence</span></span> inside my mind<br /><br />A place to which I can't return<br />a bridge that was already <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">burned</span><br />ashes that cling to my skin<br />screaming of what <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">could have been</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">by: me</span></span><br /></span>BeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-1169357360269868902007-01-20T21:28:00.000-08:002007-01-20T21:29:20.270-08:00<em><span style="color:#003300;">I hurt</span></em><br />and I bleed<br />and i don't always succeed.<br /><em><span style="color:#003300;">Life's hard</span></em><br />and I cry<br />and it's hard to survive.<br /><em><span style="color:#003300;">I lose</span></em><br />and I break<br />and some smiles are fake.<br /><br />but...<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">I laugh</span></em><br />and I breath<br />and sometimes I succeed.<br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">I fail</span></em><br />but I try<br />and I always survive<br /><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">I love</span></em><br />and I dream<br />things aren't as bad as they seem.<br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">by: me</span></em>BeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-1158544413010927212006-09-17T18:34:00.000-07:002006-09-17T18:53:33.026-07:00I Believe<em>I know that you're <span style="color:#006600;">constant</span></em><br /><em>in an ever-changing world.</em><br /><em>I know that you're <span style="color:#006600;">comfort</span></em><br /><em>in relentless, raging storms.</em><br /><em>And I know that you're <span style="color:#006600;">hope</span></em><br /><em>when nothing's worth fighting for.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>But when things change</em><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><em>sometimes I panic</em></span><br /><em>When storms rage</em><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><em>sometimes I hide</em></span><br /><em>And when i can't see past the pain</em><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><em>sometimes i close my eyes</em></span><br /><em></em><br /><em>I believe, </em><br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">help me</span> with my unbelief.</em><br /><em></em><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>by: me</em></span>BeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-1155007600074350782006-08-07T20:06:00.000-07:002006-08-10T07:52:57.176-07:00Empty PagesI flip through empty pages<br />twirl pens still full of ink<br />too hard to force myself to feel;<br />to force myself to think.<br /><br />Line by line the emptiness<br />makes me rethink my life<br />no tear-stained entries to relive;<br />no happiness, no strife.<br /><br />Just unrecorded moments<br />of feelings left unsaid<br />Unsure of what the past has taught;<br />Unsure of what's ahead.<br /><br />by:meBeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-1146494358687138842006-05-01T07:36:00.000-07:002006-05-01T07:39:18.696-07:00Dad<em><span style="font-size:130%;">I didn’t know how to smile<br />Until you smiled at me<br />And I didn’t know how to laugh<br />Until your joy filled up my soul<br />And I couldn’t even walk<br />Until you took my hand to guide me<br />And I’m not sure how to keep on walking<br />Without you here beside me<br />But when you spoke of love<br />You spoke of one eternal<br />And I never had to wonder<br />It was right there In your eyes<br />And everyday you’d smile<br />Just one day closer to glory<br />And I don’t have to listen very hard<br />To hear the angel’s uproarious applause<br />'Cause when you sang to Jesus<br />It was heaven here on earth<br />And when you gave to others<br />You gave everything you were<br />And you’ll live on here forever<br />Through all the lives you touched<br />And you’ll never be forgotten<br />Because you were loved that much<br />And I’ll always be your little girl<br />For every day I live<br />And I’ll not forget your love for my mom<br />Every time I watched you kiss<br />And I’ll always see your beautiful eyes<br />In the face of my baby brother<br />And I’ll always see your passionate spirit<br />In your feisty eldest daughter<br />And I love you with everything that I am<br />But Jesus loves you more<br />And we know that you loved Jesus<br />With all your heart and soul<br />So, we know that you were wonderful<br />But Jesus saw it too<br />And He looked down from Heaven<br />And couldn’t live one more day without you.</span></em><br /><br />by:meBeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-1145306895174432902006-04-17T13:46:00.000-07:002009-03-07T22:24:35.452-08:00How far...<strong><span style="color:#006600;">How far does love go?</span></strong><br />How hard does it try?<br />Can it withstands the tests<br /> of distance and time?<br />Does it sacrifice wants?<br />Is it willing to fight?<br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">How far does love go?</span></strong><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">by: me</span></span></div>BeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-1143175499102436202006-03-23T20:38:00.000-08:002006-03-23T20:50:25.360-08:00what we're meant forlove and spontaneity<br />dreams and everlasting<br />joy and all the laughter<br />that's what we were <em><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">meant</span></strong> </em>for<br /><br />dancing in the clouds<br />exploring secrets of the ocean<br />hearts that beat together<br />those are what we <strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><em>long</em></span></strong> for<br /><br />big cars and bigger houses<br />someone to take the trash out<br />relationships at best, unsure<br />is what we end up <strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><em>settling</em></span></strong> for<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">by:me</span>BeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-1142113673576529722006-03-11T13:46:00.000-08:002006-03-11T13:49:13.190-08:00I <strong><span style="color:#006600;">crumble</span></strong> under weighted stares<br />That remind me of past <strong><span style="color:#006600;">pain</span></strong> and <span style="color:#006600;"><strong>fears</strong></span><br />The <strong><span style="color:#006600;">resurfacing</span></strong> is worse I think<br />Than initial tears that <strong><span style="color:#006600;">stain the cheeks</span></strong><br />The <strong><span style="color:#006600;">saltier</span></strong> each one becomes<br />The <strong><span style="color:#006600;">deeper the grave</span></strong> it's dug up from<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">by me</span>BeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-1140908709513894472006-02-25T15:05:00.000-08:002006-03-11T13:49:41.036-08:00It Can't Always Be...<div align="left">It can't always be<br />It can't always turn<br />into <span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>forever<br /></strong></span>it can't always stick<br />it can't always last<br />into <span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>enternity<br /></strong></span>it can't <span style="color:#000000;">always</span> be...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">by me</span></div>BeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-1140288635069768732006-02-18T10:50:00.000-08:002006-02-19T13:50:09.556-08:00Weathering Love<div align="center">The wind has grown much <strong><span style="color:#006600;">colder</span></strong> here today<br />chilled by all the<span style="color:#006600;"> </span><strong><span style="color:#006600;">hurtful</span><span style="color:#cc0000;"> </strong></span>things you never failed to say<br />and laced with bitter <span style="color:#000000;">memories </span>that just won't go away.<br />The sun has<strong><span style="color:#003300;"> </span><span style="color:#006600;">lost itself</span></strong> behind a cloud<br />hiding from the world all of the rays that make it proud<br />and your love was just as stifling, filled with <strong><span style="color:#006600;">broken</span></strong> vows.<br />The ground has grown so hard beneath my feet<br />losing all the comfort of the plushy grass and earthy heat<br />like you <strong><span style="color:#006600;">stole</span></strong> the spontaneity of love, and reduced it to a package nice and neat.</div><div align="center">This weather takes the moisture from my skin</div><div align="center">dry hands, dry lips, <strong><span style="color:#006600;">dry heart</span></strong>; nothing can get in.</div><div align="center">the only trace of moisture is a tear- <strong><span style="color:#006600;">a salty, bitter end</span></strong>. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">by:me</span></div>BeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-1140155622351329942006-02-16T21:53:00.000-08:002006-02-19T13:47:36.656-08:00Describe Love<strong><span style="color:#006600;">There must be a word;</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">a phrase; an equation-</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">or simply a brief explanation.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">A way in which I might convey;</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">might get across; or just suggest-</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">the way I feel inside.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#336666;">It can't just be a gentle flutter;</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#336666;">a raging fire; a sense of wonder-</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#336666;">that words cannot express.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Then how would i tell it?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Describe it? Revive it?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;">When all I want to do is shout it?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcc66;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">by:me</span></strong>BeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-1139719903468888642006-02-11T20:51:00.000-08:002006-02-11T20:51:43.486-08:00Despite all the adversity<br />and those who look down their nose at me<br />I still believe <strong><span style="color:#006600;">predictability</span></strong>-<br />is really rather boring.<br /><br /><br /><br />**A thought from me**BeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-1138681708252399872006-01-30T20:23:00.000-08:002006-01-30T20:34:55.136-08:00We Belong Together<em>What good is a life<br />With no one to share<br />The light of the moon<br />The honor of a swear<br />Will you try to live the way of which you speak<br />Taste the milk of your mother earth's love<br />Spread the word of consciousness you see<br />We are everything we need<br />We belong together<br />Like the open seas and shores<br />Wedded by the planet's force<br />We've all been spoken for<br />All this indecision<br />All this independent strain<br />Still, we've got our hearts on save, we've got our hearts on save<br />Someday when you're lonely<br />Sometime after all this bliss<br />Somewhere lost in emptiness<br />I hope you find this gift</em><br /><br />Gavin Degraw<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/605/817/1600/tristanandisolde.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/605/817/320/tristanandisolde.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>BeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-1137525254158103312006-01-17T11:11:00.000-08:002006-01-17T11:14:14.216-08:00Dreams<em>If dreams are the impossible<br />And aren't entirely probable <br />Then dreams can't be unstoppable<br />And who would want to dream?<br /><br />If dreams are so impossible<br />Then hope and love aren't plausible<br />And dreams would never be sensible<br />And who would want to dream?<br /><br />If dreams must be impossible<br />Then dreamers are irresponsible<br />And the heart can't be reliable<br />And who would want to dream?<br /><br />But if dreams conquer the impossible<br />And live out the incomprehensible<br />And make all wishes tangible<br />Then all would love to dream.</em><br /><br /><br />by: meBeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-1137013046121907152006-01-11T12:29:00.000-08:002006-01-11T12:57:26.153-08:00To Question LoveWhere is love if not the heart<br />if not in every beat<br />if not the very life in you<br />what holds love from retreat?<br /><br />But what is love if only lost <br />if swiftly swept away<br />if all you hold so dear to you<br />can fade within a day?<br /><br />And when does love fade from the heart<br />if taken, but still remains<br />if it steals your very breath from you<br />when do you love without pain?<br /><br />And how is love worth all the risk<br />if hearts just beat to suffer<br />if pain just grips and suffocates<br />what does love have to offer?<br /><br />Yet, when is love worth all the risk<br />if it gives wings to fly<br />if it holds the key to every heart<br />how can love not be our lives?<br /><br />-by:meBeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-1136820041567594832006-01-09T07:10:00.000-08:002009-03-07T22:25:09.175-08:00I'm a journeyer<br />a dreamer<br />i'm a passionate believer<br />and the world...<br />it tries it's best to box me in.<br /><br />so i'm tearing down<br />the walls around me<br />breaking free of things<br />that i don't want to be<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">by: me</span></div>BeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19457288.post-1135188035746532922005-12-21T10:00:00.000-08:002005-12-21T10:00:35.763-08:00A Vessel<em>I am a vessel <br />ready to be used by you <br />I am your servant <br />no matter what you have me do <br />So take my life, Lord <br />and make it Thine <br />Because you gave me Yours <br />and the least that I can do <br />is give you mine.</em><br /><br />by:meBeeMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05392730275302217680noreply@blogger.com0