Hells Whisper

As the hours press on and the days fade slowly, the seconds melt into minutes of torture...

I cant take the heat anymore...

Its not right, and it shouldn't be melting me the way it does,

but my skin is dripping off my bones and to the floor in puddles all around me.

Hopless i watch my self drip, no idea how to stop it.

I am falling apart because of the heat

The echoes in my mind are scorching my brain,

I can't sit in my own home without the effects working on me.

Cant concentrate, cant sleep without the fire being spit.

I hate it... cause i have tried to be the water to extingish this fire that has sparked.

But my cool and calming words are no match for the firey darts that get thrown.

I hate it... I cant even express it.

The heat has started me on fire and as long as i have tried to blow it out,

My breath is still not cold enough to stop this from burning me and our house down.

I dont have a clue at what i should do.

Just hold on steff...

Dont let this burn you.

Keep our house,

No, my family together.

Home Tweet home

You know those times when it just seems like everything in the universe is aligned?

That is how it is at my grandparents.
My grandma and grandpa brids :)

The grass seems a little greener,
The kids a little cuter,
The dogs a little more excited,
The trees a little taller,
The flowers a little fuller,
The sunset a little brighter,
The weather a little nicer,
The food a little more tasty,
The fish a little swim-y-er?
The birds a little sing songer,
The time a little slower,
The swing a little higher,
The balls a little bouncer,
The clouds a little more fluffy,
The smiles a litte bigger,
The feild a little more adventurous,
The babies a little more precious,
The Barn a litte more red,
The memories a little better.

That is where everything is a little more aligned.
As i sat on the big rope swing on the tall beautiful tree out back,
Life was nothing but bliss,
With so much on my mind it disolved at my papa and mama birds' house.

Ah, home tweet home.

To the Strong...

Leaving their families,

Changing the life style they know.

Many will not make it home.

And others will never forget what they see out there.

Friends, Brothers, Sisters, Dads, Uncles, Cousins, Sons, Daughters, will all be lost...

The sacrifices will not end..

The letters will come and the videos sent but it wont be the same to those loved ones at home.

The uniform so noble and so couragous.

Courage takes them to the service.

The strong will keep us together.

So we sit here in this country enjoying what they do...

In our own safe homes, with all our family members...

But with all we owe them, how often do we thank them?

Sure an occasional mormoral day comes around

And of course fourth of July, but in all honesty...

I Believe we take them for granted.

They are the strong,

They are the noble,

They can be trusted,

They are the protectors of our freedom,

They are the ones i love and i thank.

Thank you, to all who have served, and all that do.

I love living where i am,

I love living free.

I love living in peace and not in fear.

So thank you to all who have given so much for the thousands of people around you.

You all deserve a High pedestal, and rewards in heaven.

I love you and will forever love you.

This country is what it is because of you.

This one is to those who protect us.

This one is to the strong.

In loving memory of Rex Boyed Greenwood.

My loving grandpa, and a member of the strong... i love you and thank you especially.

SuperPower

Once apon a time there was a little girl,

Her hair tied up in ribbons and curl.

Little, blonde and free.

Maybe not as happy as can be.

She grew up like many others did,

But she knew things girls her age shouldnt.

So from the world she hid.

And when asked to speak, she wouldnt.

Deep down inside the little girl cried

As dreams of being a normal little girl died.

But she forced through the pain

And pretended to not see the rain.

For years the little one did this

And over time she sorted things out

The years of agony she didnt miss

But now she knew what life was about.

As this little girl grew older

She wanted to be everyones pain holder,

Something inside her triggered her past

And she didnt want others pain to last.

She knew the pain, cause she once lived it

So she put on a cape and a mask

To go help people and prove they can make it through it.

To find there trouble was her task.

It went well, it did fine, until one day...

The ones she had been trying to save, simply walked away.

She thought, "i am a failure, i tried so hard to save you,

I tried to save your hurt, and your discomfort by just being there...

I spendt hours giving comfort and support... why could i not save you?"

Many days, many weeks, many months past and she struggled just wondering

What could i have done better?

It was a sad and warming day when she realized, she cant save them all,

It was a sad and warming day when she realized, i can try, but i am not a superhero...
It was a sad and warming day when she realized, she didnt have to feel bad about not completely saving someone, after all, it was extra, no one gave her that job.

I am not a super hero...

I tried to save the ones close to me,

I tried, but now i realize i cant stop the hurt from hitting.

It will come anyways.

And that is okay.

The little blonde girl, still feels so strongly about protection,

About trying to prevent others form the hurt she once felt,

But now she realizes, no one is a super hero...
She cant save them all...

She may not be a super hero, but she has a superpower,

Friendship, warning, and empathy when the hurt hits...

She isn't a super hero but she can still help...

What she always wanted.