Nuts, nuts, my family's nuts!
fun, fun, it's fun with nuts!
I love to write. I love to throw words all over paper with a pen. I love the way my hand flows while the words come tumbling out of my head and then out of the pen. To write is to breath.
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Monday, September 17, 2012
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Pause
Stop.
Look away.
Mentally take a step back.
Look again.
Refocus.
See the truth.
If you can't,
then you must!
Author: Julie L. Whitewater
Author: Julie L. Whitewater
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Pathetic
I touch it,
I mess it up,
bad.
Why?
I don't know.
If I love it,
I destroy it.
I don't want to,
please know it.
I love you all so much
so why can't I show it?
Why can't I do better?
Pathetic am I.
Author: Julie L. Whitewater
Author: Julie L. Whitewater
Friday, September 7, 2012
Chatting With My Journal
Wow, another blank page.
Am I really full of so
much fear that I had
trouble coming here?
Stop skipping pages so freely my dear.
Stand up and spill all over me.
Your hurts & joys
Your fears & gears.
Let your mind go
so you can see
the world around you
is a blessing twirling with love.
Any thoughts for me?
Any tears or fears?
Spill them here
so you can see
how to finally face
your fears and dreams.
Author: Julie L. Whitewater
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Pause
Stop.
Look away.
Mentally take a step back.
Look again.
Refocus.
See the truth.
If you can't can't,
then you must!
Author: Julie L. Whitewater
Author: Julie L. Whitewater
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Watch The Dance
What an incredible day
has begun.
Watch them dance & sing the song
and howl with nonsense until the day is done.
Spinning in circles,
twirling, divine.
Watch them go,
chasing their minds.
To this day,
it has never changed.
Why do they think
they can be the brave?
The one that stands out
and shakes the hand
of change.
Watch them dance
and sing
and swing among
the free.
See them cry.
Oh my.
See how they hurt
and tear at each other.
Oh my.
Oh my.
One day it seems
they understand
how sweet it is
to stand next to
their fellow man.
Then the next day
you can see
they hate everyone,
even you and me.
They will never change,
so they can never heal
so why does it matter
how any of them feel?
Why help one or two
when there's to many
to count?
Because you will then,
have a happy heart.
Author: Julie L. Whitewater
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