Jealousy

Jealous

The world swivels side to side

It is all tinted red, with faces, his face

My devotion, gone by her voice

One, two, inhale,exhale

  His jokes are not for me, the laughter not mine
Compliments once in my possession, now deep in the ocean
resting on the floor, covered in seaweed

One, two, inhale,exhale

He stands there, a light radiating from his face
My Imagination, dream moment,us together
But she stands there,eyes glowing, no darkness in between them

One, two, inhale,exhale

He walks to me,face stony but suddenly lightens

I smile broadly, heart open, soul dancing

But someone else's heart rushes forward,their soul smiling 

One, two, inhale,exhale

It creates self-dought, the destruction of fragile minds
Of course it's not meant for me
Was it ever really meant for me?

One, two, inhale,exhale

I love you, now I hate you for causing me pain

Now  can't talk to my friends for jealousy comes out of my selfish mouth 

You've brought out my worst, the spirit no one likes 

One, two,three, inhale ,exhale, inhale

A Moment, The Moment

A Moment, The Moment

I felt a rising in my soul
A weight that I was finally strong enough to lift
A power shaking my shuddering my heart
The whisper gone in the minutes moment
A breath lost in the grains of time
Newfound confidence giving space for a chest to breathe
The world being lifted off my shoulders
Laughter for the pleasure and music or,
Tears for the pain and lyrics of life
A carefree attitude as the world whisks by
More the precious then the fountain of life
or the tear of the golden maiden
The loving caress and feeling and effort
A moment,the minute, a heart and soul being touched
                                                                                      -  Molly

Honor

             I would like to honor all the soldiers who fought or died in the civil war. It must have taken incredible courage to go  up and fight your neighbors and cousins.To see the dead but still fight for what you believe in so fiercely. To kill, so slaves could be free,or to keep your plantation. The cannons could make your ears bleed and your insides would literally split. You know holding the flag is a death sentence but yet you go up there and hold it proudly for your country. I could not up there and fight knowing my fate.I could never face the hardships they did. So I would like to honor them.Their bravery and courage .Their determination and passion. This would go to all wars but the civil wars really struck me. Their passion shall follow me and I don't think I could ever live up to what they did. So I honor you with all my heart.

Dove

Dear Wings,
                       You carry me off my feet
                        You my soul lift to the sky
                        You let the sun burn my back
                         You let the wind whip me every direction

                          But when the storm comes,
                         I have no control, no liberty
                          I am at the mercy of cruel heartless beings
                          I can't feel anymore,I am a mere shadow on the vast plains

                          But once I'm free, I am boundless
                           The sky not's the limits,neither  galaxy,
                           Neither the harsh and unnecessary words,
                           I fly higher than the stars and the milky way
                       
                          Control me  if you want to
                          Bind me if that's want you need for,
                           Your, self satisfaction and confidence
                            Always remember I will have that free will,

                             That attitude and sass
                            That love and passion and,
                             The will to be free and to feel the,
                             The rain pounding on my back
                                                                                    Namaste
                                                                                                          (molly)

Minds

   He focused on the burning pit growing in his mind. Reading others minds was a dangerous act of focusing completely on the persons true personality.  Usually you have to know some one so well that you think the same things automatically but they cant know, they must never know. He focused on her wavy hair, the sly grin, the fire in her eyes, the innocence of her speech, but the power of her stride, the fear and nervousness carefully concealed. And finally the self confidence mentally and the power she felt in her hands and the burning flames of love around her heart.
    Suddenly he felt anger and longing that didn't belong to him. Longing he could never have. The powerful emotions overwhelmed him .Going into her mind was like riding a roller coaster that suddenly isn't attached  to the railings anymore and you are just flying through space until you crash.Her frustration started build up in his throat.
    He pulled himself out and chose a muscle memory of filling up his water bottle, and thought about her frustration. His muscled arms moving in the back round  pulled him back into real life. He sighed confused, he liked her but she was so complicated.Would he ever discover who those flames in her heart belonged to?

Time

                Dear Time,
                                          The grains  of time whisked away in wind
                                           Earth shrinking or growing
                                           Dinosaurs to ants to humans
                                           Tribes to countries to continents

                                           Change and erosion to endless waiting
                                            Global Warming going slow or fast?
                                           Based on the viewer or beholder
                                           Technology advancement, positive or negative ?

                                          Why must we have a time?
                                           Why have limits and curfews?
                                            You complicate things from,
                                            Going to class to death of old age

                                            You make mountains, hills in neighborhoods
                                             You make Islands legends
                                             You make us rush for fear of time running out
                                            But you won't run out won't you,because time is endless
                                                                                                          Namaste
                                                                                                                     (molly)

Trust

          In gymnastics I get often nervous for new skills because I don't want to fall. All my coaches tell me I can do it "so easily" and won't spot me. One of my coaches told to trust myself more. They wouldn't tell me do do it if I was not ready. I need to trust my coach to be there but I also need to trust myself when the coach isn't there. I get nervous when they spot me less and less because I know one  of these times they just wont spot me.  That's when the pressure to do it comes in. I wrote a letter to pressure. I also wrote a letter to betrayal for when coach tells me they're going to be there but they are not. To me, it's a mild form of betrayal that actually never lets me trust that much ever again even if they are right. "Trust is like paper, once it's crumbled it can't be perfect again"- anonymous.

          The picture in my view  is I shouldn't be afraid of my coach not being there because I shouldn't trust my coach this far  but  I should trust myself.

                                                                                  Mo