I bore myself

Yeah, making this a "poems only" blog is boring. So I've decided to stop. ^_^

I need: a digital camera, a pair of new flats, a PSP, and cases for the said digital camera and PSP. I need money first though. Time to start thinking about my talents and how I can use them :)

And I'm thinking a jewelry business. I would first need to get a desk, because I'd need a work space, then I'd need to purchase the materials and a book that teaches me the basics. But I think that would work, especially since I live right next to a thrift store. I can sell my jewelry there. Unfortunately, I have to work a regular job before I can do this.

Staleness

Alex and I are both stale. I haven't written a poem in so long. :( I have no inspiration. I want to write one (I need to write one) for God, but I don't know what to say. I hope I get some inspiration at camp. I probably will ^_^

Sticky Notes

That's the third time that's happened.
It probably won't be the last.

It's the first time this has happened.
What if it happens to fast?

This is the second time it's happened.
The wonder never seems to last.

But then I remember it never happened.
My dreams die away to fast.

© Elizabeth White, 2008

Answers

I've asked of You so many things...
And You always remember them, no matter how small!
Because You're not just another treasure;
You're everything -- or nothing at all.


© Elizabeth White, 2008

Restraint

The softer they get, the harder it is to say

no.

The warmer they feel, the harder it is to just

go.

They way they touch me, it's like you just

know.

I know restraint is not all that I

show.

© Elizabeth White, 2008

My Beautiful Distraction

I forget everything I should remember -
I do nothing that I should.
But I'll never complain about it, my love,
For I'm doing exactly what I should.

The future is uncertain; it's out of our hands.
But it was God who brought us together,
And only God who can separate us.
Through Him our love will be forever.

© Elizabeth White, 2008

Stuck With Pins

The pale moon is my light, my way;
The sun is surely what will bring judgment day;
I sit under the stairs, under the stars, hidden in the gray;
I look to the moon as to the Triple Goddess I pray;
Maiden, Mother, Crone, I sit and chant, I shake and sway;
Your will is mine to do, my heart yours to weigh;
For the Book of Shadows, my hidden secret, I have fallen prey;
I shall never let the sun touch me, not the smallest ray;
All my life I have been a cliche.

© Elizabeth White 2008