Storm The sky goes dark, and the clouds roll in. A deep low rumble is heard on the wind. A chill blows through and a shiver comes up, sending an uneasiness to your heart. As the once humid land begins to cool, a light cool drizzle falls upon you. The sky grows darker and the land follows suit, as the storm continues to roll on through. The rumbles get louder, and the rain falls harder, soon covering the land with light and water. The storm is soon over as quick as it starts, lifting that uneasiness in your heart.

Negate Who are you to point and judge? Have you no one at all to love? The reason for all fear and hate, all you do is sit and negate. Tears soon come simply because, all you do is point and judge. Our hearts must be a toy to you, it's clear from all you put us through. I'd hate to tell you this simple truth, we'd never be able to do this to you. It's all because we know how it feels, to be the point of sneers and jeers. Some of us learn how to be strong, yet some won't have the will to go on. One day you might realize what you do, and help other people in our shoes.

Bright Eyes Bright eyes in the night, A shining beacon ever so bright, Guiding me through the night. Tantalizing my every thought, So my words are nearly gone. Who's eyes could they be? I wonder why their following me? Yellow auras of small light, Ever curious in the night. Not much more to see, Except those eyes following me. As I try to continue on, urging myself to remain calm, A twinge of fear grabs my heart, Stoping me from continuing on. As I turn to grab a glance, you look back putting me in a trance. As I look further I can see, That there are fireflies following me.

Breeze Oh gentle breeze, how I love thee. How hot a day can be, made bearable indeed. Caressingly, gently, perfectly, blowing around me. Ushering out a sigh, I slowly close my eyes. Feeling my stress within, leaving as quick as wind. Needing this relief, I never turn a cheek. Whipping the branches around, leaves falling to the ground. Magically you usher me to a subconconciense dream. Stressful my #life was indeed, until you caressed me.

Infertility Your body is like a light, able to hold #life. My body is like a vase; cracked and broken so nothing remains. Some can be lucky, yet all the same; able to hold seed, then #life you can name. I'm not like you, I never shall be, I'm empty and desolate; no seed to remain. You may not realize the gift you behold is a miracle beyond what words can be told. To us whom can't hold a gift so grand, the reality of what we are is hard to be said. You may take for grant the fact that you can; but remember as well that we can't. I would give anything to have what you have; fore heartache and despair I know all too well. The lack of hope and tears are common visitors to me. So remember to be thankful always for what you can be!