*Wishing You All The Christmas You Wish For*

A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!

I don't know your face,know heard your voice.But I feel a bond to all of you who have a great love for words.And though I still have lots to learn ,I hope my words have touched you in some way.

On this festive season,I wish you all a Christmas you heart truly long for.Thank you all for the gift of friendship you bestowed upon me.

A MOST WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY FELLOW WORD LOVER FRIENDS!!

Bringing Thoughts To Life!!!(Jingle Poetry Potluck)

They are my fears,

my greatest pains.

They are my joys,

my treasured dreams.

With these bare hands they come to life.

With utmost courage I dare to type.

With doubts in heart,I chose to rise.

With my own style,I make them rhyme.

My thoughts in words,I share to you.

My heart and soul,I bare to you.

Stay Gold!!!(One Shot Wednesday)

Scarred soul I dwell amongst the hopefuls..

Their paths lighted,mine's in darkness.

Whose world is true?Theirs or mine?

Pained heart I dwell amongst the joyfuls.

Their eyes filled with smiles,mine with sadness.

Whose world survives?Theirs or mine?

If this is my fate,I defy it.

With my own hands I will draw it.

If this is my destiny,I deny it!

With my own hands I will mould it.

For it is not for men to deem that I be worthless.

When I can shine like gold and be priceless.

Sweet Child's Dream!!!(Edited)(One Shot Wednesday)

Childhood Dreams.

Where gentle fairies roam and magic dwells.

Where the world is filled with amazing fairy tales.

Childhood Wishes.

Of chocolate covered houses and cotton candies.

Of pretty dolls and cute and cuddly teddy bears.

Childhood Memories.

Of silly games and fight for toys.

Of birthday parties and christmas joys.

They dwell like myths in the depths of our being.

Hear their voices when there's no room for believing.

Let them show you the road that will lead to forgiving.

Living Dreams In Reality!(Jingle Poetry Potluck)

Ballet shoes

and mystic moves.

Pretty sights

that bring out sighs.

My dream,in unconcious longing I create!

Dirt filled snickers

walk its way under lights that flickers.

Busy faces

that have lost their life's aces.

My reality,in concious longing I debate.

But I fight to dream ,to dance my way.

In the dancefloor of life I dare to sway.

Ballet shoes in rough roads I can't wear.

But my dirt filled snickers will take me there.