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Breanna Stockham Jan 2011
So ready for love, is it ready for me?
I keep my eyes open, but all I can see ,
are people walking around in pairs,
opening doors and pulling out chairs.

I see the way he looks in her eyes,
both feel like they're soaring through the skies,
my reaction is an envious stare,
as he opens her door and pulls out her chair.

I patiently wait until I can find ,
the person still unknown in my mind ,
who is looking for more than a hidden affair;
who will open my door and pull out my chair.

I feel lost in this paired up world,
everyone has their fingers curled ,
around another person's hand,
as if it were perfectly planned,
to leave me standing on my own,
left to pull out my chair alone.

So ready for love, is it ready for me?
is there a secret that I can't see?
While all may seem wrong I won't fall in despair;
I will open my door and pull out my chair.
Breanna Stockham Jan 2011
You're like the creek in my back yard,
you come and go without regard.
When winter comes, you turn to ice,
you're staying strong; you're playing nice.

A sheet of ice; you entertain,
all winter long, you don't complain.
Although I may not not really be
in need of you, you're there for me.

When the hot summer months arrive,
I need your water to survive.
In winter months, you're always here,
but in the summer, nowhere near.

When I don't need you, you're around,
when times get tough you dry the ground.
You leave me thirsty when I need
you to help me, and not mislead.

When you long for someone to glide,
upon your glassy ice, or slide
around, think of the summertime,
and why you're now no friend of mine.
Breanna Stockham Jan 2011
The number of bills,
that you have in your bank,
won't change how happy you are.
The gifts that you buy,
for the people you've hurt,
won't lessen the size of the scar.

The speed of your car,
is not fast enough,
to give you an early start.
The size of your wallet,
is not big enough,
to fill up your empty heart.

These physical things,
may seem to fulfill;
when really they're only a lie.
You can purchase,
anything you'd like;
happiness, you cannot buy.
Breanna Stockham Jan 2011
Together we shine like a star,
here I am and here you are.

Disregarding friend or foe,
here I am and there you go.

Fake a laugh, buy words to say,
there you are and here I'll stay.

Hide your flaws so they can't see,
there you'll stay and here I'll be.

You fit the mold, I'm like a stone,
Shining brightly on my own.
Breanna Stockham Jan 2011
Breathe in, breathe out,
it's natures way;
the tide-
it comes and goes.
Though you cannot
predict the time,
the wind-
it always blows.
While you may try
to force a bloom,
the spring
wakens the rose.
No matter what
is hurt or lost,
the time
constantly flows.

Nature's next move
is something that
we know
nothing about.
We control all things
in this life;
nature
goes on without.
Breanna Stockham Jan 2011
Your lover left you
yesterday,
You noticed a hair
that is gray,
you gained five pounds
this holiday,
it seems that nothing
goes your way.

The sun will rise
and set each day,
The moon gives light
to lead your way,
flowers bloom to
brighten your day,
how can you say
things aren't your way?

Beauty is truly
everywhere,
uncross your arms
and leave your chair,
open your eyes,
become aware,
this is your day;
life's not unfair.
Breanna Stockham Jan 2011
I'm not sure when,
But at some point,
Life turned into a race.
As others fight,
to beat the rest,
I keep a slow and steady pace.

Everyone's screaming,
So others can know,
What place they are in.
I stride in silence,
As others pass by,
And watch them take the win.

Those ever in first,
Only see themselves,
And how they appear.
Their actions are,
Guided by,
The crowds roaring cheers.

Last place allows me,
To step back,
And see more than myself.
By losing the race,
I win more,
Than a trophy on my shelf.
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