Before this year, I barely wrote more than a page if even that. I used to think writing was something people did if they were able to make some beautiful work out of it, while the rest of us would only write reports for school Now I look at writing in a completely new light. It's not only a place to share stories and poems, it's also a place where writers can share their voice that simply can't be shared in a conversation. I found that for me, writing allows me to put words together and turn it into something people can relate to and actually enjoy reading. So I thought for the end of 2014, I would share with you some of my favorite pieces I wrote this year. 

tomorrow
the day after today
a day people expect to happen
a mysterious unknown
what happens today
can effect your tomorrow

everyone has a story
but not many share
7 billion people
no one really talks
flowers in a field
all different shapes sizes colors
beautiful in their own way
but they don't know that
just as the girl wears
too much makeup
or the boy who has glasses
we are all unique
and beautiful
but no one really knows

sometimes we're not
meant to have closure
with someone, the book
was already closed before
you could finish the
chapter

love is a word
used most
but means
the least to
those who
speak it

lyrics mean more
then how they
make you feel
they make you
think about what
the writer was
feeling when they
wrote this song
what it means to
them how beautifully
the words flow
together with the
beat of the song
the beat makes you feel
one day but the lyrics
could open your eyes to
a whole other world
you have yet to encounter
seeing the lyrics as art
and not focusing on
the beat songs are
poems with a sound
presented by people who
hopefully have a connection
with the lyrics that
no one will ever know

talking is crucial in this life
being scared to speak can make everything
seem big and you're an ant trying not
to get stepped on because no one stops
and listens in this world full of chaos

Happy New Year everyone! More to come in 2015!!

'til next year.

Kelly.

two minds don't think alike.

"All things are subject to interpretation. Whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth."-Friedrich Nietzsche

Although this quote was first spoken well over a century ago, it still holds truth today. Ever had a conversation with someone who won't let you share your opinion on the subject being discussed? And it frustrates you because you don't share the same feelings towards what's being spoken to you as this my way is right, so don't even bother sharing your opinion? These conversations are difficult to be in for anyone who doesn't quite know how to respond to what's being shoved down their throat.

There are over seven billion people living on this earth at this moment. Seven billion people who have or will someday have an opinion that might not match up with yours. You know what? That is perfectly acceptable. If everyone, every single person on this planet, thought the exact same way this world would be boring place to live, wouldn't it? We're allowed to disagree about subjects and life, that's what makes this world beautiful. But never rip someone to pieces for feeling differently about something. 

We all see the world through different eyes and will have different interpretations about what happens in our lives and culture. It damages someone's soul when you tell them they're wrong because they think differently than you. You both see the world differently and will have vast interpretations of what should happen in society or in your life. Be open to what other people have to say, don't knock them down before they say their first word. 

Every one of us views the world from a different perspective, that's the beauty of life. Instead of hating on someone for interpreting life differently, be open to hearing other people's stories. Who knows, your perspective might change as well. 

We're all supposed to change, but I'll leave that for another blog post.

'till next time.

Happy Autumn!

Kelly.

dreams into reality

she knew what

she wanted

in her life

but what she 

thought she wanted 

is not what 
she truly needed.

who are you?

who are you?
what defines who you are?
what you look like on the outside or the person you are on the inside?

who you are with everyone or the person you are when you're alone?
do the labels you wear, car you drive, or how much money you have define who you are?

or how you treat people in your life?

are you kind, helpful, generous towards some people & a jerk to the rest of the world?

do you look at people how people look at you?

do you love the person you are as much as you love how you look on the outside?

do you try to treat everyone you come across with respect?

if you got to look at yourself through someone else's perspective, would you like the person the world sees?

does that perspective reflect who you are on the inside?

have you ever changed yourself for someone else?

do you like the person you created?
are you happy with who you are?

because I'm wondering who you are as much as I'm wondering who I am ...

she was not like most humans. 
no desires to meet someone and fall in love.
didn't dream unless she was asleep. 
tried to live in each moment, but would sometimes take advantage of the moment she's in. 
was happier alone or with one friend than having a thousand friends she didn't know at all. 
she wanted to affect the world without telling her life story. 
wanting to see the with world with her own eyes, not through a photograph. 
to be free from anything holding her back..

love yourself first.

"Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world." -Lucille Ball

As I've gotten older, I've realized how important it is to love yourself first. Lots of people feel that in order to feel good about who they are, they need to get other people to like them to be able to feel that way about themselves. When actually, it's the other way around. 

Being comfortable in your own skin and being okay with the person you are on the inside is one of the most important lessons in life. There's at least one thing that each of us don't like about ourselves that we can't change. For me, it's my stuttering. This year I have accepted that that's apart of who I am and I'm okay with that. Finding ways to help myself in times of difficulty with talking is a process. Coming up with my own ways to deal with my stutter and learning not to apologize for myself takes time. It's not easy, but it's a challenge I am willing to take on. I don't want to run away from my problems anymore. I would rather try something and be bad at it than saying I'm bad at something and not have any experience with it at all. And with practice, I'll be able to get into a rhythm that works for me. Yes I will have moments of struggle, but that's me and I should never apologize for who I am. Pause and take a deep breath, speak slowly and confidently. 

I remember being a teenager and being scared of so many things. I hated going out with people and would always stay home. That was my safe place where no one could hurt me but myself. I loved being by myself, as long as someone was home and not bothering me. Being in my early 20's, I would tell that little girl it's nice to be completely alone, but there's also a big beautiful world out there waiting to hear your voice. You're beautiful the way you are and you don't need to change for anyone else's standards. It's okay to tell people how you feel and that it's better to say something than to have your deepest secrets locked away where no one can hurt you. And if you don't feel like telling anyone, at least write down what's going on. You can give it to someone later, but writing what you feel will help you deal with how your feelings. You were born to be you, and you get to decide how you'll create your life. Know that everything will be okay in the end. Yes life sucks right now, but I promise you that life gets better and you'll create who you are as you start trying new things and exploring the world. Just don't be scared of life and don't let anyone bring you down. Some people are only meant to be in your life for a moment to teach you something about yourself, whether good or bad. When that person turns on the off ramp to go on a different road, don't feel like you did something to make them leave. If they're meant to be in your life, they'll get back on the highway when the timing is right. 

I'll end with this, I hear this saying a lot: in order for people to be comfortable with you, you have to be comfortable with yourself. That's completely true. As you find who you are and start creating a life for yourself, always remember to love who you are. It's something that's not easy, but when you do, it's the first step in creating your life. You may not be comfortable with all of your difficulties and challenges you have in life, but loving who you are is the first step to inner happiness.

At the end of the day, you have to focus on yourself first and be in love with who you are. It's who you are on the inside that's the most beautiful part about you. Outer beauty will either mask or reflect your inner beauty.

Do you know that you are beautiful?

Kelly.

baby blues, a short story.

Baby Blues

            Another wedding, another trip home.

            Sitting patiently on the plane, waiting to get to the gate so I can get off this stuffy airplane, with crying babies and annoying children, as quickly as possible. Not that I don’t love babies or kids, because I absolutely do, just not when I’m on an airplane. Looking over at my husband, Adam, who is reading a book and trying to block out the noise around us, glanced up from his book and smiles at me. He knows that the baby who is crying three rows behind us makes me uncomfortable. But for a different reason then you probably think.

            “Why is it that every time we fly home, we’re always stuck with at least three babies on the plane and one of them cries the entire flight?” I ask, with frustration and a bit of sadness in my voice.

            My husband closes his book, grabs my hand and gives me a reassuring kiss on my head. “I know it’s hard to deal with right now, but we’ll have our own kids someday when we’re meant to have them.”

            “But why can’t that someday be here already? I know I’m complaining right now, Adam. But it’s hard to see everyone in the world having babies and I’m just sitting here feeling like I will never have children.”

            “Remember when you were a kid and all your friends had this awesome toy and you were the only one that didn’t have it? The day you finally got this toy was even more special because you dreamt about this toy for months and waited patiently for it.”

            “Well it’s hard to be patient when I have my entire family, including extended family, constantly ask me if I’m pregnant. And when I say no, they go on this rant about things I can do to increase my chances of getting pregnant. They put pressure on me which makes it even more difficult to have a baby.”

            Adam sighs, knowing my family’s unrealistic expectations to get pregnant. “Babe, don’t even listen to them. When they ask simply say that when it’s meant to be it’ll be. We’re still in our 20s and have our whole lives ahead of us.”

            “But ignoring them is a lot harder to do then it is to say. I will end up in a bathroom crying my eyes out.” I reply knowing how this works. This has happened many times before.

            “Lizzy, just focus on Sarah’s wedding, being a bridesmaid, and having a good time catching up with old friends. Don’t let your family ruin your trip home.”

            “Okay.”

            As the plane parks at the gate and the fasten seat belt sign goes off, I breathe out air I didn’t realize I was holding in during the entire flight

           

            I was the first one to get married out of my group of girlfriends. Funny thing about that is everyone said I would be the last one to get married. Funnier thing is I actually agreed with them. All my friends wanted to settle down, get married, and have babies by the time they’re 25. I, being the black sheep of the group, wanted to travel the world, meet crazy people with life stories that you wouldn’t even believe were true, and be as young as the morning sky. I wasn’t desperate to find my soul mate at 17, fall deeply, passionately, and addictively in love, and have two kids by the time I’m 23.

            Those were my thoughts when I was 16 years old. When I turned 17, my friend’s thoughts turned into my reality. Well everything except for the two kids by the time I was 23. You see, my story is what lots of young girls dream their life to be like: meet a guy, fall in love, have some kids and live happily ever after.

            When I got married at 19, my mother gave me some advice. She married my dad when they were both 18 and had my sister 9 months later. “Elizabeth,” she only used my full name when I was in trouble or had something important to say. “I want you to know that getting married young is very difficult, and there will be times when you want to pull Adam’s hair out, but it is rewarding at the end of the day. Stick together and be honest with each other. Don’t keep any secrets or hold anything back. ”

            I gave her a tiny smile, knowing this story by heart. Her advice came in handy during the first few years of marriage. Our marriage has been through many more downs than ups. Adam and I celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary two weeks ago and still no baby. Everyone always asks us why don’t we have a child yet. We politely smile and tell them, “When we’re meant to have kids, we’ll have them. Right now we are just enjoying being young and falling more in love with each other everyday.”

            What people don’t know is that we’ve had great difficulty trying to have a baby. I have gotten pregnant twice but have miscarried during the first trimester for both. My doctor stays positive that I will be able to carry a child to full term and my husband is always there for me. It’s extremely hard on me, both mentally and physically, each time I lose a baby. I cry for weeks, never wanting to leave my house. Having to see all my friends with babies is the most difficult. I imagine what my life would have been like if I had a baby. With Adam’s beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes, with my cheekbones and mouth. Everyone said we would have beautiful babies someday. The question is, when will that someday turn into today?

            After I miscarried the second baby, I started questioning if I really wanted to be a mom. Every girl I knew growing up would always talk about how many kids they would want and what all the names would be. Dreaming of a reality, without realizing the consequences of their dreams. I would smile at them, not really caring about how many kids I would have. I wanted to be a kid and not think about anything else. I had no idea then that I would have trouble having a kid of my own.

            Adam was stronger than me on the outside. When the second one happened, he held me while I cried, not letting anyone on the outside know how lost he felt on the inside. He wouldn’t let anyone see him weak, not even his own mother. He was raised to be strong on the outside and not show emotion about any situation he was in.

            Later after getting home from the doctor, I woke up to him crying on the sofa. I knew he thought I was asleep, and thought I wouldn’t hear him cry. He wanted me to rely on him in times of weakness. I didn’t look down on him for crying over what had happened. Even though he’s my rock, I like seeing this side of him. Watching a rock roll down a hill doesn’t make it any less strong, the rock just needed to get closer to the earth. And that’s what my Adam needed, to get closer to himself and to me. Letting out his emotions brings us closer together. Adam looked up from lying on the couch, with tears rolling down his cheeks and swollen eyes.

            “Oh, you’re up from your nap. How’re you doing?” Adam asks, sitting up on the couch while attempting to wipe his tears.

            I pause, not knowing exactly what to say. “I’m doing as best as I can with what I’ve been through today.” His swollen eyes looked over my puffy face.

            “It’s just so hard on you Liz, that I try to be the stro—“ Tears start to fall down his face again, he looks down trying to control his emotions.

            Sitting down on the couch next to him, I touch his face with my hands. Adam looks into my eyes. “You don’t have to be the strong one around me. To everyone else, okay. But don’t ever hold back your emotions from me, ever.”

            “I don’t understand why this happens. Why we aren’t we able to have a baby?”

            “That question has been on my mind all day. Going back and forth over what I could have done. Then realizing that there was nothing I could have done. Maybe I’m not meant to have a baby right now or maybe ev—“ Resting my head on Adam’s shoulder, not being able to talk anymore.

            We sat on the couch for a while, letting each other feel the pain over loosing our baby. Thinking about what could have been but stopping myself before I would start to cry again.

            “Maybe we aren’t meant to have a baby right now. We are still kids ourselves. We have our whole lives ahead of us. If we are meant to have kids later in life, that’s great. But right now let’s focus on our relationship and everything else will fall into place.” Adam whispers into my ear, saying what I’ve been thinking all day.

            “If it’s meant to be, it’ll be.” I whisper back into his ear.

            “And no matter what happens, know that we will go through it together.” He lifts his head to look at me. Pushes away the hair that’s stuck on my face and kisses my forehead.

            We lay together on the couch, letting our conversation sink into our reality. Holding each other tight while we fall asleep on the couch, dreaming about our life just being the two of us.

           

            The hour long drive from the airport to my parent’s house always feels like days instead of 60 minutes. Mom picked us up this time and she didn’t waste anytime talking about the one topic I wanted to avoid this weekend.

             “Am I going to be a grandmother soon?” Mom asks with a snarky tone in her voice.

            Taking a deep breath, I reply softly but with.control “Mom, you already are a grandmother, to three beautiful children might I add.”

            “I know, honey. But what I don’t have is any beautiful grandchildren from you. When are you going to have children, dear? You two have been married for over 5 years now. I would have thought you would have at least 2 kids by now.”

             “Well maybe we don’t want to have kids yet, mother. Maybe we’re waiting until we’re ready to have them. Maybe we’re just enjoying our life together as a young married couple. It’ll happen when it’s meant to happen.” I replied, trying to get her to drop the subject.

            “Oh, but Elizabeth! You need to have children when you’re young so you have the energy to take care of them. Also you can lose the baby weight faster the younger you have kids.”

            Adam, knowing how uncomfortable this conversation is for me, tries to change the subject. “Jacquie, how’s Richard doing? Still working on his golf swing?”

            “He’s doing fine dear. Yes, he is still working on his golf swing unfortunately. I keep telling him we are much too young to golf. That’s what old people do. Anyway, Elizabeth—“

            “I am not you, mom. I’m not meant to have children young. I don’t want to have them right now. I’m still trying to find out who I am in life, much less taking care of a life we created. How do you expect me to have kids when I’m practically still a kid?!” Trying to fight back the tears forming in my eyes.

            “Having kids when you’re young is the way to do it. Get it over with so you don’t have to worry about your ticking clock la—”

            “Mother, I am twenty four years old. I do not need kids right now. I have things I want to do with my life, places I want to explore, and people I want to meet. I’m not ready for a kid.”

             “But if you just—“

            Me: “That’s enough! I suggest we change the subject now or stop talking unless you want me to open the door and jump out of this car.”

             “Now that’s being a little over dramatic. Elizabeth, don’t you want a family of yo—“

            “SHUT UP ALREADY! I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS!! I’M SICK OF YOU ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT BABIES. THAT’S ALL WE TALK ABOUT! YOU NEVER ASK ME HOW I AM OR WHAT I MIGHT BE GOING THROUGH! IT’S ALWAYS: BABIES THIS! BABIES THAT! BABIES, BABIES, BABIES! YOU KNOW WHAT MOTHER I’M DONE TALKING ABOUT THIS! I WANT TO HAVE A NICE AND RELAXING WEEKEND WITH MY HUSBAND AND MY FAMILY WITHOUT BRING UP BABIES! ENJOY THE ONES YOU HAVE NOW BECAUSE THOSE MIGHT BE THE ONLY ONES YOU’LL EVER HAVE! OKAY? STOP TALKING ABOUT IT!!!!!!!”

            My sudden outburst shocked both Mom and Adam. My husband knew it was coming. He knows how much this subject makes me sad. My mom, on the other hand, didn’t know anything about my pregnancies or my miscarriages. I knew she would just suggest things I could do to get pregnant again and be by my side during the entire 9 months, hovering over me day and night. But I didn’t want her there. My mom is a controlling person and would put unnecessary stress on me that would not be healthy.

            Mom and Adam talked quietly about life at home, while I stared out the window. I knew this was going to happen. It always does. Silently praying that she wouldn’t bring up babies again this weekend. But knowing her, she would corner me sometime this weekend, demanding to know why I don’t want kids and what she can do to see that I become pregnant sometime in the next year.

            Looking out the window, I dream about the life I could have had and the reality I am living in today. Will I have kids someday? Like we always say: “If it’s mean to be, it’ll be.”

goodbye summer, hello fall.

"Be in love with your life. Every minute of it." -Jack Kerouac

This month has been a whirlwind to say the least. Now that I think about it, so has the summer. I have not posted anything on my blog for quite some time, but that certainly doesn't mean I haven't been writing. I needed time to explore the world and discover who I am as a young woman. 

Last month alone, I have gone on two vacations one week apart from each other, nannied for a wonderful family that I'm grateful have in my life, and binged watched my favorite TV obsession 'Masters of Sex' for the second time. Now that's summarizing this month into a quick sentence, but let me tell you that this month has gone by way too quickly.

The highlight of this month has definitely been my 21st birthday. I woke up at 5:25am to go sit on the dock by the lake for an hour to watch the sunrise. The people that know me know that every chance I get to sleep in, I will certainly take it. But I was staying at my Uncle's and Aunt's cabin in Maine and I wanted to do something special for my birthday because that's the biggest birthday I'll ever have. I started thinking about how I wanted to do something that I will always remember. Definitely worth going out there and watching the sunrise, a memory of my own and the perfect way to start off my 21st year.

I took so many pictures this month it's ridiculous, yes I am admitting that. I'm learning how to live in the moment but finding the inspiration and beauty of the world, trying to capture that beauty in a photo. 

As fall approaches, kids are going back to school and jobs are back in full swing, find the beauty in life. Autumn is my favorite season, the falling orange-red leaves always put a smile on my face. The falling leaves are dying but they're also so beautiful. Representing that things need to die to let the world grow again. Makes me feel as though there's more beauty to come when we depart from this life. 

As the summer ends, instead of dwelling on the season saying goodbye, be happy that fall is here. Crisp air, pumpkin spice lattes, and shorter days are coming. Change is good, it makes me appreciate the moment I'm in even more. 

Fall, I welcome you.

Kelly.

the little things in life.

What are the little things in your life that bring you happiness?

When going through a difficult time in life, I like to focus on the little things that make me smile. To look at the good in life instead of focusing on the bad. The little things that you don't realize bring you joy until you're smiling for no reason. When life is going well, you rarely notice these little things because you're not paying attention to them. But when you feel like the world is against you, the simple things that bring you happiness stand out a lot more. This has been a more difficult summer for me, in a lot of different ways. But instead of being sad about what's going on and going down a road that's hard to turn around, I look at the little things that make me smile. Here is a list of some of my little things:

• Seeing birds fly across the summer sky, reminding me that everything is going to be okay.
• Listening to Lana Del Rey in the car as loud as the speakers can play the music and blocking out the rest of the world.
• Watching my dog, Jimmy, swim and run like crazy at the dog park, having the time of his life in his little heaven on earth.
• Petting my cat, Mikey, who is a dog in a cat's body. Calling him over to me and watch him run as fast as his little legs and fat belly that almost hits the floor can take him.
• Talking with my parents about how technology works and their faces when they don't understand what I just said.
• My dad asking me how Facebook works and my mom asking me to call her phone once a day because she doesn't know where it is.
• Talking to my sister, Jackie, when she's home and getting to see how far she's come in life at such a young age. She brings me so much joy, just getting to catch up with her and seeing how she is in her busy life. 
• Skyping with Lindsey, and laughing at how fat her dog is. Also talking about the Arizona heat makes me realize I'm happy I don't live there anymore. Talking for hours about every random thing possible is always fun.
• Hanging out with Alex and getting to catch up on our busy lives. It's really nice to have a friend that you can talk about anything with and know that she would never judge me about what I have to tell her. Always talking for hours every time we see each other is always a joy in my life.
  
• Catching up with Abbie and everything that's going on with her life. Always being jealous of her pretty accent and comparing the differences between America and England is never boring. 
• Going on adventures with Cali and making memories that are unforgettable. Sharing our views on the world while driving around is always a joy. 
• Catching up with friends from church that I've known for longer than I can remember is always a good time. They all have a way of making me smile. 
• Going on long drives with my dog, paying attention to the open road, and looking at the beautiful mountains that never show up well in pictures.
• Babysitting Mia and Gabe. Watching them grow up right before my eyes, remembering when they were just babies and now they're almost as tall as me. Spending time with them, learning from them as much as they learn from me. Appreciating being a kid once again, but through young adult eyes. Remembering being their age, how much has changed and how much is still the same.
  
   
• Taking photos of the beautiful things in life that I never want to forget, even though the photo only captures a little bit of the beauty from the moment.
• Watching the sun set over the mountains after a long day. Reminding me that I've made it through another day. Appreciating each time the sun goes down, painting another pretty picture in the sky. Another day, another chance to do better then yesterday. Air still in my lungs, everything is right with the world.
  
• Watching the trees turn orange and falling slowly to the ground as the air starts changing, signaling that fall is here. 
• Going to Starbucks once a week and always trying something new, waiting for the pumpkin spice latte to come out. 
• Being in Maine, in the backyard at my Grammie's house, remembering rolling down the long hill as a kid thinking it's a lot bigger then it actually is. 
• Walking in the woods in Maine, running away from all the bugs and seeing how beautiful the world is.
• Going to the beach, smelling the salt water and seaweed. Jumping into the freezing cold ocean water because I don't get to do it that often. Feeling the cold sand between my toes, and jumping over the tiny waves, reliving my childhood memories.
• Spending time at my Uncle's and Aunt's cabin at a lake, being out in the middle of Maine with no cell service. Escaping from the busyness of life, to eat s'mores and roast hot dogs. Having my uncle take us around the lake in his fishing boat, enjoying the quiet water and being at peace within myself. 
  
• Always going to Mall of America when I'm in Minnesota and going on roller coasters with Jackie and my cousin, Elissa, until I'm about the lose my lunch. Having my dad pay me $30 to get over my fear of going on a roller coaster that's now my favorite ride to go on. 
• Seeing how my extended family from both my mom and dad's side has grown over the years. Graduating from high school and college, getting married and having kids. Getting to catch up and make memories together that will last a life time. 
• Flying to California and getting to catch up with my parent's friends, who they've known since before I was born. Seeing how much their kids have grown over the years. Walking up the steps to one of their friend's apartment, never forgetting the time I fell down and scraped up my entire knee on the red brick stairs. 
• Watching my favorite shows and movies over and over again. So many times that I know every thing that's going to happen, but still cry anyway. Thank you dad for that trait of always getting emotional during the sad parts in movies.
• Reading my favorite books too many times to count, finding something new each time I read them. 
• Never forgetting to be thankful for everything and everyone in my life. Who have been there with me through my good times and bad times. Remembering how far I've come in life and never take my life for granted. 

Those are just a few of the little things I can think of right now. I'm sure there is a lot more of the simple things that make me smile. 

What are the little things in life that bring you happiness? The things that you don't notice until something challenges you to look at life through different eyes? 

When you're going through a difficult time in life, remember these little things. This will help you stay positive and not let the struggles bring you down. Something everyday makes you smile and you probably don't even realize it. Find those things in life and hold on to them. The things you love to do, the things that you see, the people you interact with. Focus on the positive in life, not the negative.

Kelly. 

dreams of the past, present, and future.

Sometimes I like to write poems. Even though it's not my strong suit when it comes to writing, dabbling in it here and there is always a fun challenge. When I write stories, I have trouble writing in nonfiction because it's too personal and I can't think of anything to write about. But when it comes to writing poetry, it's easier to write about my life and experiences because I don't have to go into detail about the situation, so they can be relatable to other people as well. I like to write poems about what I see during my day and what's on my mind. These four poems are all very different from the other. I hope you will enjoy them as much as I had writing them. 

Colorado Summers

The day starts off hot somewhere in the mid-80s

You see the storm clouds coming over the mountains

Won’t be long ‘till rain, lightning, and hail comes 

You know that this storm will be gone as quickly as it came

The sky looks gray with no chance of sun for a while

But before too long the sun will be out

And the birds will be flying.

Regrets in Love

Looking back to my earlier years

I laugh at my little self

with all of my “big” fears

that are now on my shelf.

Wishing I wasn’t so scared,

to show him how I felt.

But I was unprepared,

afraid of being pelt.

Seeing where my life is now,

I regret listening to my worry

not raising my brow,

instead having my mind in a flurry.

You can’t change the past

You can’t change love

What happened so fast

is now in the clouds above.

Young and Old

 I walk on my childhood street feeling like I am cooking in the sun; Arizona is more scorching then I can recall; Growing up in this place is different than visiting; The place I once called home is now a place that’s only in my dreams; Picturing it as though I am still 12, not almost 21; I think back to innocent times as a child were really only innocent in my eyes Running barefoot down the blistering streets is only a distant memory; Doing that now I would end up screaming and in pain; Sometimes I wonder what living in AZ would be like today; Pondering how my views of it would change.

Love is what.

Love is what people live for

Love is what people die for

Love is what we hope to find

Love is what we hope to keep

Love is what makes life beautiful.

Kelly.

all the photos belong to me.
dandelion photo.
rain on window photo.
rose photo.
street sign photo.
white flowers photo.