Why is all the Love gone?

Where are you love?

I'm here waiting

For ages I've stood...

I've sat...

Love you left me.

This barren land is cold

Canyons from end to end.

Grey clouds fog up the sky.

Bits and pieces of my heart 

Lay on the ground before me!

Where are you!

I'm tired of looking 

Here my cry!

Where is he?

My wonder,

My prince,

Or do I sit here

With your strings 

Attached and sown into my arms.

As you make me dance! 

Where is he!

How come the ones that come 

Into my heart leave right away!

I'm I not good enough!

Love why do you dismay?

My desire is clear as day.

Love where are you?

Why have you left me?

Who are you?

Who Are You?

To the people I write to,

 It is always a lovely sight seeing my work being viewed.

Knowing someone is out there.

Knowing that you care.

I ponder somewhat in my pass time

wondering who are you?

The people I speak to

The people who listen,

The ones who come here for help,

The ones here who come for inspiration.

Who are you?

Its been about two years since we met?

Yet, I have been clueless as to who you are.

Are you lost?

Are you dealing with anger

or life's endeavors?

Who are you?

Are you here?

If so, please answer.

Tell me if I help

Because I do care.

About each and everyone 

So, 

Who are you?

Sincerely, my lovely Boondocks,

- Sabrina Black

The Call of My Happy Place

The Call of My Happy Place

The sound of quaking leaves fill the air

My feet bare,

In the grass that tickles. 

Pools of water shine like nickels.

Birds sing their songs 

All the day long...

The sky breathes fire behind the mountain slope;

This is where I cope.

Here on the plains of wild flowers;

 I come here all hours

To watch the beauty unfold.

To hear stories untold.

Come with me,

Where the sun greets me

With its everlasting kiss

One I truly miss.

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What is Love?

Love what do I know

What is it?

Is it something I can hold? 

An old relic of time?

Is it soft?

Is it rough?

Do I get butterflies flying off my heart?

Love a delicate flower,

An innocent child,

Playful, and energetic. 

Soft and warm.

A safe blanket.

Love is easy to fall into

But hard to get out.

It's a deep warm pool

With waterfalls and trees hanging off cliffs.

Something I never want to leave.

Yet the storms bring me inside and pin 

Me against the sharpest of rocks. 

Love is scary

Love is a storm

Love comes with a price

But it's worth having 

Without it we are nothing 

But ash blowing in the whisper of the wind. 

Welcome Back

A new journey has begun... 

So off with a sound of a gun!

Let my voice ring in victory,

Hear the trumpets roar like a lions!!

Feel the earth tremble and stumble

My way to anew sunrise....

Let my heart out of the cage within,

Anew tidal wave is coming in.

Victory has never tasted so sweet! 

Run with me...

Fly with me!

To the end of my days...

Welcome back.

Happy Place 2

A familiar tune

Loose and free

A good book

With new places and lands to see.

Smells and yells of a new city 

Where the people are witty.

Food good for the soul

An unfamiliar bowl 

A slow  walk 

Path wide and narrow.. A place to rest feet... on a dock.

A willow tree tall and strong

Taking a nap oh so long 

Happy place 

Take me to a sacred space

Where the trees grow freely 

Where the birds never stop singing.

When evening comes

The Stars show off some 

I close my eyes

Make a wish

To take me some place 

Quickish 

Follow 

Find it

Feel it.

The Mirror

I feel the glass slide down my fingers.

Smooth and seamless.

Yet my hands leave a mark.

Like some how a piece of me is left.

It's clear, but I can't see through it.

I can see someone staring back at me.

Bright blue eyes,

Brown hair pulled back,

Some strands hang down framing the face.

Which is white, but not like porcelain.

A few freckles here and there;

Pimples there and there. 

Lips plump but a dull red.

The glass reflects

What is shown in its frame.

What I see, I rather shatter the mirror

In pieces. 

Because my true beauty comes from my heart.

Those who can't, see what the mirror shines.

Only a meaningless reflection

Hiding who you really are.

So raise your fists! 

Shatter the glass!

That echoes what you see.

As worthless and being a nobody,

Unvail like a bride at her wedding

And show your true beauty.

What is on the inside

Is kind and warm,

Joyful and couragous,

And outrageous.

You're not the person in the mirror,

That glass can't tell you who to be.

So what's it going to be?

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