Feb 10

Welcome To Our World!

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Dear Baby:
Welcome to our world!

You must know a few things before you (officially) enter our life.
First, people will tell you that magic doesn't exist. That fairies aren't real, and princesses are made up. But that is definitely not true. This world can be full of magic. You just need to look in the right places, and believe it. (P.S. You even have a little magic in you.)
Second, never lose hope. Never give up. Never quit because you are frustrated. I promise, there will always be a solution to your problem, and always a little sprinkle of positivity. 
Third, always love your family. They love you so, so much. Times when you think that they don't mean it, don't love you, you are wrong. They love you more than anything else.
So love them back.
Jan 27

A Little Girl

When I was a little girl
I thought I could fly.
I would stand up and twirl,
Flying way up high, 
My tippity fingers 
Touching the endless blue sky.
When I was a little girl
I thought I could fly.
I would stand up and rescue the helpless,
Save the dangered.
My tippity fingers,
Touching the endless blue sky.
When I was a little girl
I thought I could fly.
Then I came crashing down,
Causing everything around me to shatter.
I stayed for a while, recovering from my fall.
Then I stood up, suddenly quite tall
I dusted myself, and then I began to fly.
Without closing my eyes or pretending, 
I simply started to fly.
Until my tippity fingers 
Touched the infinite blue sky.
When I was a little girl,
I learned how to fly.

 
Jan 06

Tears

My fears are like tears
I try to hide them from my peers
They appear against my will
And I try with all my might to stay still.
Not tell the world my flaws
Not show them my fangs, or bring out my claws.
But eventually they take over
Growing madly, like clover.
My tears are like fears
They come out at night
I try to stay still, with all of my might
Trying to be fearless,
But there's no such thing as a fearless coward.
Maybe I'm like the lion,
Cowardly hiding,
Waiting for someone to grant me the courage.
My tears are like fears 
I don't let them show
They're something for only me to know
Something for me to hold onto tight,
Letting go only in the safety of the dark night.
My pillow and diary the only beings 
That know of my fearful tears.
Or maybe they are my tearful fears?

 
Nov 05

BALLOONS


Okay, so for those of you at the conference earlier today you may remember me: I was trying to think of what you would call ten balloons tied together. 
Not a bundle, not a bunch, not a bouquet. 
I simply can't think of it, so if you can PLEASE TELL ME!!!!!!!!!
Thank you so much for helping me today and if you have any idea of what the word is. 


( yes, I am absolutely positive that IT IS NOT A BUNCH! although if you thought of that thank you anyway for thinking)
 
Oct 29

Six Children


Six Children

Once there were six children
Each had very different flaws
One did not eat, one could not hear

One did not have courage, one took her life
One destroyed, one fought
But yet each knew what the others felt 
When one cried, all the others did too
When one laughed, so did the rest
When one died, the others grieved
When two were gone, four remained
The others tried to carry on with their lives
But sometimes they had to listen and know
In the end, they knew what to do
Omce there were six children
Each had very different flaws
One did not eat, one could not hear
One did not have courage, one took her life
One destroyed, one fought
But yet each knew what the others felt
When one cried, all the others did too
When one laughed, so did the rest
When one died, the others joined her

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