Whisper's To My Heart
A Collection of Poetry and Stories written from my heart. By:Kia
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Time
Time has a way of catching up on all of us.
Sometimes the winds of time begin to blow
More swiftly, calling out preparing you
For your journey home. Time passes by so quickly
And before you know it, there's. No time to say
The things you need to say, no time to say"I Love You Bunches"
So let me take this moment while i still can just to tell you
That forever in my heart you will be and I will always love you bunches!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Lost within
Thoughts that are jumbled and unclear, as my my mind races within.
Terror surrounds me as memories of my childhood
Are stolen from my mind and slowly wiped away as if they
Never existed. Try as i might to explain so you might understand, i
Know you dont. Bits and pieses are my memories that are full of gaps.
I wonder what will become of me, and wonder will i get lost within
My own mind or will i simply cease to
Exist.
Terror surrounds me as memories of my childhood
Are stolen from my mind and slowly wiped away as if they
Never existed. Try as i might to explain so you might understand, i
Know you dont. Bits and pieses are my memories that are full of gaps.
I wonder what will become of me, and wonder will i get lost within
My own mind or will i simply cease to
Exist.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
He Was Being a Father
Being a father wasn't easy,
when he tried to understand.
He forgave what most could not.
Being a father, wasn't easy,
he had to worry alot
not to show partiality,
in love, and kindness.
Being a father, wasn't easy,
when he was needed,
and knew not,
what to say, or do.
Being a father, wasn't easy,
when he awoke at dawn,
with the rising sun
to find that time was,
running out on him.
Yet, being a father, was easy,
when he got the needed love, and support,
as he tried, to fill the footsteps,
of the one, we all loved so much.
@Carla F. Cox
When You Think of Me
When you feel the suns warmth,
upon your face,
or the wind blowing,
thru your hair
think of me.
When you hear,
a childs laughter
and see the twinkle,
in their eyes
think of me.
When you look,
to the sky
and see the puffy
white clouds,
think of me
sitting there watching you,
from up above.
Think of me,
for in your heart
is where,
I'll always be.
@Carla F. Cox
Sometimes
Sometimes,
it takes a storm,
and the pouring rain.
Before
you can see blue sky.
Sometimes,
it takes heartache,
and the pain
of a broken heart,
before you're able
to find love.
Sometimes,
you'll cry
a river of tears,
but it will
cleanse your soul.
and sometimes
you'll stumble,
and fall
before you see,
there is light
in the end.
@Carla F. Cox
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