Hi! My name is Chirpy!
You know that old phrase, a mirror holds a thousand secrets? No? It's something my mother always said, I guess I just figured everyone had the same mother or something... Regardless, I think she meant that a mirror only shows you a fraction of what is...
Love
Or is it an endless romance of passion and happiness?
Poem of the past at last.
I know i will be looking on the future and ever making my past look like breakable glass, smashing through it so i can be happy at last.
Memories
Memories hold your happiness, strength, and even your fears. look inside and remember what was once forgotten, remember all those good times you had. if you deny yourself this then you are denying yourself life.
A Big Animal Family
Animal family when our family got home they were so happy to see the dogs.
Introduction of Kitty Softpaws: Life's beginning
**Life for Kitty Softpaws started on June 1st 1893, she was a daughter of a very rich businessman and his wife, she lived an easy life in Moscow, Russia but in January 1912, she moved to Southampton, The United Kingdom with her family to expand her...
Happy,.... neglect,...love!
You needed me to choose to continue bedside reading just a little longer, you wanted me to choose family-no-phone daily dinners, just a little longer, to choose not to add StepSister to your adolescent chaos. Your challenges with reading ...
Poem #85: Journey Through a Life Once Lived
How many golden streaks of light filled the day with empty thoughts that fluttered through my head causing me to shed such bitter tears sad tears, happy tears, tears that shed their own reflection to collect in a pool splashed in by the air.
Relearning
'Still the fear I Can't contain' The Wolf blinked Themselves Back. After so long, she was Back. After so long, he could Feel again. It was hard, coming Back, To this. Everything pierced her Even more than before, Good or bad. They raised...
Eternal Vigilant Companion
I live in a world where nothing changes No effort may slay the beast within. There is no hope from above Nor any promise from below. Arms reach out from within Reach out above and strangle hope Reach out below and stumble resolve Reach out...
Can I escape?
It didn't even hit me until recently i've been truly happy. how is that even possible?
Path to happiness
#16 of poems 2014 the path of happiness is a hard one to take, to gain, you must lose, what is worth most? what are you willing to risk? will the happiness you gain, outweigh the pain that might be caused in the process?