Snow Can Write

Hi everyone, I have been wanting to start my own page to just Write, so i did! Just to let you all know, i am not a very good writer, and i am mostly writing for myself. So if you don't like what you read, don't read it *grins*!! Oh, and my page isn't gonna be just for poetry and stories, i will eventually put in other stuff too.

               ~Snow~

P.S

   I have a livejournal: 
                      www.livejournal.com/users/naturalbeauty/

Poetry

 Why can't we all keep our sweet innocence?
 Is it so hard, just to be pure?
 The nights grow longer, the days shorter.
 The light from within grows dimmer, and only few can keep it kindled.
 Those who can, are to be awarded, for those who can, are gifted.
 The light is our innocence, that we eventually lose.
 Someone once told me that "If when we reached a certain age and 
 maturity that gave us the most motivation to do, and could stay 
 there until we die, we would all accomplish more things in our 
 life". I don't know if that's true or not, but 
 what if we could do that? Would we all accomplish more, or less 
 because we would feel to superior?
 I just don't know...
 What would happen if we all kept out sweet innocence?

 P.S 
     that one might not make alot of sense to you, i just let my fingers
move over the keys.

 
 Roses are Red
 Violets are Blue
 Is that the real rhyme?
 Is that true?
 If roses are red, 
 than are violets blue?
 or is that just the way 
 the rhyme happens to move?
 What would happen if,
 Roses were green
 and Violets Pink
 what would happen? 
 What do you think?
 The rhyme would change
 and all would go on,
 and we never would have known
 that the real rhyme was gone.

Well I am kinda tired (it's 12:19AM) but i will write more soon!

 ~Snow~

 Love is a feeling, 
 An emotion that we have.
 Love is a language,
 that almost everone can speak.
 what a great way to communicate!

 The World goes 'round and 'round,
 yet, we feel as though our lives stand still,
 not moving, untouched. 
 Our bodies grow older, our hearts more used,
 our spirits stay the same, though they might be a little stronger
 from all the adventures they've had. 
 Our feet grow tired, from the walking they have done.
 Our voice grows softer, and more apt to leave us then when we
 were younger. Yet, the world goes 'round and 'round, spinning.

 (here is a song/nursey rhyme my eldest sister used to sing to me)

 This pretty planet,
 spinning through space,
 our gardens, our harbor, our holy place.
 Golden, sun goin' down,
 gentle blue giant spin us around,
 all through the night, safe 'til 
 the mornin' light.

Well more later..-Snow

 Earth is our home, 
 our planet, 
 without her we could not survive
 yet we treat her as though there is another out there
 but there isn't, a least not that we have found.
 We pollute her on land, in the air, in water
 no where is safe from us,
 the animals are hunted and going extinct
 our plants are sprayed with chemicals
 so they are "clean" yet, before the were invented 
 we lived fine, probably even better
 we fight with each other, our people are at war at all times
 there is never peace every where at once
 yet, we still say that we love our mother planet
 and respect her, now if only 
 we could show her how much we care....

Very, very good! Write more! -The very sleepy becasue he just got up LHF

 I want someone to love me
 someone to care
 someone to hold 
 someone to share,
 my dreams and goals
 someone to laugh with
 someone to answer the door 
 and cheer me up, and 
 someone to help wash the floor!
 I want someone to watch the sun go down
 someone to talk to and,
 someone to wear a tuxedo, and me wear a white gown
 someone to live with 
 someone to have fun
 someone to love me, and
 someone to call hon
 I just want someone to love... 

 (here is a song that my mom sang to me and sometimes still does!)

 You are my sunshine
 my only (besides the other4!) sunshine
 you make me happy when skies are gray
 you'll never know dear, how much i love you
 so please don't take my sunshine away...

 Life is like a mountain
 easy climbing at first
 then it just keeps getting steeper and steeper
 and harder to climb
 we can all reach the top of the mountain,
 It just depends on your motivation, and 
 the help you recieve (and give) along the way
 and sometime or other we will have to use different routes, 
 but we  CAN get there someday.

 I am crying
 all the time 
 inside of me
 and out
 I get lonely
 oh so very lonely
 so lonely I cry
 a tear falls onto my nose
 and dribbles down to my pillow
 or floats away in the breeze
 but never are my tears seen by others
 I am crying in my heart
 in my mind
 in my eyes
 the tears flow so hard,
 then stop.
 And they don't return
 I tell them "Go away! You don't help me at all, so leave me alone
 I don't need to cry. I need to stay strong."
 But you can't be strong until you have cried, 
 I hear a little voice stay,
 because crying takes a very strong person indeed...

 
 A rabbit, in the snow
 A horse, running
 A pig, wiggling
 A castle, standing tall
 An elephant, splashing
 A Queen, ruling
 A Mountain, big and forbidding
 A Frog, waiting for a kiss
 An Octopus, trying to count to 10 on his tentacles
 A Fly, flying 
 A Girl, singing
 A Boy, listening
 A flower, or two 
 A bee, in a hive
 All these can be found in one place
 A cloud floating high in the sky...

 Floating through air
 Lying on clouds
 Sitting on stars
 laughing at the man in the moon
 Smelling the rain
 touching your hand, you can sense my touch
 kissing your lips, though you can't feel
 singing a song
 writing a sonet
 Talking to you, though you can't hear
 Walking on the sand
 Watching my family
 Hearing a baby laugh and cry
 Gazing upon your face
 Thats what i will do when i die...
 

Where's Daddy?

                 a short story
 
 "Daddy, where are you going?" asked the little girl.

"I am running to the store, i'll be right back. I promise." replies the daddy, with a gentle smile. He walks out the door and into his car, while the little girl stands in the window looking out, watching her daddy go. She is coloring in her book, when she looks up and asks her mommy, "Mommy, where is daddy?" The mommy turns to look at her little girl and says, "he ran to the store to get dinner sweetie. Why?" The little girl looks at her mommy, "Because i am hungry, and i miss daddy." The mommy glances nervously at her watch, then stands up and looks out the window to see if she can see the car. No sign of him yet. oh, dear what if he went to the bar. He promised he was just running to the store. She glances one more time at the clock, and starts walking towards the phone, when it rings. She picks it up, "Hello?" she speaks into the phone. "Hello, is this Mrs. Jones?" the man asks.She wonders who it is and what it is about, "Yes, this is Cecilia Jones. May I ask who is calling?", she has a very bad feeling. "Ma'am i am sorry to have to call you, and tell you this but your husband, Timothy Jones was in an accident, he is in critical condition at the hospital, we suggest that you come right away", the man said. She gasps and drops the phone as she hears the words he spoke. She picks it up off the ground and tells him that she is on her way. She quickly gets her daughter ready to go. "but mommy, i'm not done coloring!" the little girl whines. "Come on Anna, we have to go see daddy, he got hurt." Anna looks into her mommies frightened eyes, "hurt? Did he get a scrape on his knee?" Little Anna wonders. "Honey, I don't know what happened, but we need to go Now." They both get into the car, and drive silently to the hospital. When they get there and give the name of who they're here for, they are greeted with sympathetic eyes, and voices. They run towards the doors where he lays and the mommy looks at her little girl and says, "honey, mommy is going to see daddy alone first, so you stay here with the nice nurse , okay?" Anna nods her head. Cecilia walks slowly into the hospital room which is filled with doctors and nurses. "Excuse me? I am Cecilia Jones, what happened to my husband?" She asks as she looks around desperately. The doctors introduced themselves and started to explain what her husbands condition was.

Cecilia found out that her husband had been on his way home from the store and was hit by another car. The driver from the other car hadn't survived. Timothy had broken ribs, a fractured leg, and other various injuries, he was also in a coma.

The doctors weren't sure if he would live, or if he would wake up. They told Cecilia that if he woke up he might not be the same as he was before the accident. The chances of him living were getting very slim. The doctors had already done surgery twice, and might have to go in a 3^rd time. While the doctors were saying all of this Cecilia was standing, shocked, in disbelief of what had happened. "Will he live? I need to know! Is my husband going to die??" Cecilia asked. The doctors were just about to answer when he started to seize. Cecilia was rushed out of the room while they tried to get him to stop seizing. After about 20 minutes, a doctor came out, "Mrs. Jones, your husband has several severe head injuries that we hadn't seen before. The kind of internal bleeding and other various injuries that he has are fatal. What i am trying to say is, he isn't going to make it through the night. I'm so sorry, you can go in and see him now." Cecilia burst out crying, "Wh-wh-wheres Anna?", in a stronger voice she says,"She needs to see her father." Anna was brought to Cecilia and they are shown to Mr. Jones room. "Mommy, when can i see daddy?" asks Anna. "Soon sweetie, soon." Cecilia answers, "Sweetie, I need to talk to you before we go and see daddy, ok?", Anna sits down. "Anna, do you remember when grandma got sick, and you went to see her at the hospital?", asks Ceclila. "Yes, grandma couldn't talk, she was sleeping." replies Anna. "Well, grandma didn't wake up, she went to heaven, remember I told you that grandma was an angel watching you." Anna nods her head. "Honey, daddy got really sick too, he is going to go to sleep and not wake up, like grandma. He's gonna be an angel too." Cecilia starts to cry softly while she is telling Anna this, Anna looks at her and starts to understand whats gonna happen. "But mommy! I don't want daddy to leave, we're supposed to go on a camping trip, and Disney World, remember? He can't leave, he just can't!!", Anna starts too cry and runs into the room.

"Daddy! Daddy! Wake up! Wake up please!!" Cried little Anna. She ran to her dad's side, and layed her hand on his. She sits crying next to her daddy, and starts talking to him, "Daddy, you promised you'd come home, why didn't you come home? I don't want youu to die. It's not fair!". As she was talking to him, he started to move is hand. His eyes opened up and he tried to talk, Anna sat still, watching and trying to hear his whispers. "oh ann, don't cry sweetie, i love you so much! I will never leave you, ever. I just won't be next to you. But i will be watching you from heaven, you have to be strong for mommy, okay sweetie?", He said all of this on one long breath and when he was done was gasping for air. He pushed the nurse button, and a nurse came rushing in. Cecilia was behind her, and so was a doctor. "I can't believe he woke up!" said the Doctor. The nurse gave Timothy some oxygen, and they left him, his wife, and Anna alone. "Oh Tim (sobbed Cecilia) I love you, I love you.." Timothy's eyes began to water, "Cecilia, I love you too, you won't be alone honey, I'll be there, I'm gonna miss you both so much, I love you." Anna sat still watching her parents cry and hold each other, kiss one last time. "I love you both" were the last words her daddy spoke. They sat in his room for a little while, just sitting, silence was the only sound. Finally, Cecilia put her arm around Anna, and they cried together. Anna looked at her mom, "Mommy, I love you, don't ever leave, please?" Cecilia affectionately brushed Anna's cheek with her hand, "Anna, I love you too, and I will never leave you. I've got to call grandma, and some other people. I'll be right back, I promise." Anna got up and gazed at Cecilia, "But thats what daddy said, before he left.." Cecilia turned around, and ran back to Anna and gave her a huge hug, and cried alittle more. They both walked out the door. Anna stopped, turned around and looked at her daddy one last time, bye daddy, i love you, i'll always remember you daddy, always... The End of the story, the beginning of a life

I realize that was a really messed up story, but hey, not everyone is born a great writer!!

 *shouts* Hey everyone I put a picture up on my live journal! Check it out.

 You can't change someone;
 You can't change their heart
 You can't change their mind
 You can't change their eyes, 
 so they see the good in the people,
 the people they love, instead of the bad
 You can't change their words that they say
 You can't change their thoughts 
 You can't change their expressions
 You can't change their actions
 You can't change their feelings about you
 All you can do is Wish, hope, and pray,
 that someday, 
 They can change themselves...

 I am scared
 I am afraid to go
 I am afraid of what i will do
 I am afraid that i won't /do/ anything
 I am afraid that i will pretend everything is ok
 when it's not,
 I am scared that -he- will pretend everything is ok
 and that -she- will not really be gone,
 that they will play games and manipulate us,
 hate and be jealous of us, 
 want revenge upon us
 and still want to pretend that "everything is alright"
 but I will still be afraid....

 As the sun goes down
 as the light fades away
 as the mountains turn pink, 
 from the sun setting
 and the stars start to shine
 as the moon begins to rise,
 high above us,
 i hear the wind blowing,
 the grasshoppers hopping,
 the frogs croaking, 
 and the birds chirping, as they say 'goodnight'
 the air grows colder,
 the flowers close, and
 your skin begins to prickle
 and you start to feel that yearning to be outside
 stand in the moonlight, sing, and kiss, makelove 
 and have fun being who you want to be, and who you are
 It is called the magic of the night...

 /Daddys little Girl/,
 is who i want to be
 i want to lay in his arms, and laugh at his jokes.
 When my tears flow i want to receive a big hug,
 and soft comforting words.
 I want advice about boys,
 worried glances as i go out on a date
 strict curfew, all coming from daddy, for his little girl.
 I want long walks in the park on brisk autumn days,
 swimming in a pool, and cheering at baseball games.
 I want to be taught all of his sports, and love all his teams
 I want him to give me the "Boys want more than a kiss" talk, 
 but most of all, all I want is his love, his trust, his honesty
 his arm around me as he walks me down the aisle and gives me away, 
 I want his approving nod, and kiss on my cheek, 
 saying " You did good sweetie, real good. 
 You made a differnce, and a name for yourself. I am real proud of you
 my little 'daddys girl, i love you".

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 I live where the Midnight sun dwells
 It stays so bright and sweet
 gentle and harsh
 soft and fluffy
 orange and yellow,
 pink and red
 peach and cream
 all those are you...
 
                     The Midnight sun..

 My dear daddy
 I love you so..
 but you don't hear my cries
 my dreams are not important to you
 my love is not needed by you
 but your love is needed by me...
 Oh daddy, please come back, come back to me
 don't leave, don't leave me alone
 i need my daddy, so much, so much more than you know
 I love you daddy please don't go...

 Little flowers bloom all around
 the trees are green, 
 the sky blue
 the smell of fresh fallen rain is all around me...
 I love the summer time..

 The sound of your voice
 the one that i cannot hear
 is the sweetest voice
 that i hear
 I never want that sound to end
 never in my life
 it's sweeter than the sweetest candy,
 more soothing than the soothest tea
 it's so refreshing, more refreshing then the freshest water
 and the most beautiful sound that i have never heard...

 Tell me a story
 tell me a tale
 tell me of great battles
 tell me of kings and queens
 tell me of knights in shining armor
 tell me of princesses fair
 tell me of love
 tell me of honor
 tell me a story
 tell me a tale 
 tell me i can find my knight in shining armor
 tell me i can live in a castle
 tell me i can survive great battles 
 tell me i will meet kings and queens
 tell me i am princess fair
 tell me i will find true love
 and tell me i will bring honor
 tell me a story,
 tell me a tale...

For the person/people I have (ever)hurt

 I am so sorry
 for everything i have said
 everything i've done
 everyone i have hurt
 I feel so terrible
 though i know that won't change anything
 I want to stop hurting ppl
 though its hard because i do it not knowing i am  hurting them
 until its too late, 
 I always speak before i think
 and thats why i lose so many wonderful people
 all i can say is that i am sorry
 and i didn't mean it. 

 I just recieved this in my e-mail, from a junk mailer, 
 I liked it so i thought i would put it up..

The More You Give

 The more you give, the more you get
 The more you do undselfishly,
 The more you live abundantly.
 The more of everything you share,
 The more you laugh, the less you fret
 The more you'll always have to spare.
 The more you love, the more you'll find
 That life is good and friends are kind
 For only what we give away,
 Enriches us from day to day.

 that is so true...

 How can I fall for someone like you?
 I told myself that i would never fall in love,
 People get hurt too much when they fall in love...
 So why did you let me?
 Why did I let myself,
 Love you? Is that what I am doing? Am I sure? 
 What happens if we fight? What happens if we are meant to be? 
 I am scared...
 I am scared because I care,
 I am scared because I know that you care too,
 I am scared because I love you,
 and I don't know if you /love/ me.
 What would happen? You ask me,
 I don't know, I reply. 
 I just want the chance to love you...
 

 You look into my eyes,
 You look into my soul
 You see deep inside of me.
 
 I want to look into your soul,
 see everything about you
 I want to know all about you.

 You know all of my secrets,
 Your inside of my head,
 thinking what i am thinking,
 Feeling what i am feeling.
 
 We are together, but not.
 We are close, yet far away.
 We know each other, and we don't.
 We can sense each other, or can we?
 
 I am scared, but I trust you.
 I don't know what to expect, but i do.
 I love you, is it real?
 I love you, do you love me?
 
 Can we be together?
 Or are we doomed to be apart?
 I want to feel your arms around me,
 I want to hear your wonderful voice.
 I want to know that everything is alright.
 
 I want to be...with you

24 Things to Always Remember...and One Thing to Never Forget

  
       Your presence is a present to the world
           You're unique and one of a kind.
       Your life can be what you want to be
         Take the days just one at a time.

         Count your blessings, not your troubles.
      You'll make it through whatever comes along.
        Within you are so many answers.
       Understand, have courage, be strong.

           Don't put limits on yourself.
      So many dreams are waiting to be realized.
     Decisions are too important to leave to chance.
       Reach for your peak, your goal, your prize.

       Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.
    The longer one carries a  problem, the heavier it gets.
               Don't take things too seriously.
          Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.

         Remember that a little love goes a long way.
             Remember that a lot...goes forever.
        Remember that a friendship is a wise investment.
            Life's treasures are people...together.

               Realize that it's never too late.
          Do ordinary things in an extraordinary way.
              Have health and hope and happiness
               Take the time to wish upon a star.

                   And don't ever forget...
            For even a day...how very special you are.

                     /written by Kenneth R. Ayat/ 

 Monkey See
 Monkey Do
 Monkey Me
 Monkey You
 Friends Forever
 We shall be
 Friends Forever
 You and Me
 Forever Friends 
 Are a special kind
 Forever Friend
 You are mine.

 Talking is So nice
 The sound of your voice
 It is so refreshing
 and warm, full of love
 
 Talking is wonderful
 I feel so close to you
 yet we are so far apart

 Talking can be very personal
 or very silent
 I like silence
 but not all the time
 I like talking with you 
 having interesting conversations with you
 and just knowing that your real

 I love talking,
 With you.
 

 Alone.
 So alone.
 
 I type to feel as if i am /doing/ something
 though i am still alone.
 
 People.
 So many People.

 They are all around me, I am suffocating.
 Yet i am still alone, all alone.

 Voices are there, talking to me.
 I hear them, they don't hear what i say.

 They talk -at- me, /through/ me, never -/with/- me.
 No one understands me, no one /gets/ me.
 
 They see what they don't want to see in me..
 Not me...

 So I am alone.