I Need Your Help!!!!!!! :)

Hello my beautiful readers!!!! :)

So, I know my posts have been a bit sporadic of late, but I am hoping I can be a bit more regular now that summer has started. However, I need your help.

I started this blog because I wanted an outlet to share my thoughts. But I also started it because more than anything I want to make a difference. I want my words to mean something, I want them to be able to help people, maybe even inspire them. I know that this blog is only seen by a few people, but I hope that somehow, maybe just one post touches one heart. Now here's where I need your help.

I want you guys to tell me what to write about. I want you guys to give me ideas about topics or thoughts that you want to explore. This blog is mainly poetry as I have found it one of the best ways to communicate my thoughts. But I am willing to slip into narrative blogs (like this one) if the topic better fits this format. So please, please, PLEASE comment and tell me your ideas!!! What kind of topics do you want to see explored? Do you prefer the poetry or the narrative or both? And also, if you'd like, please share an experience or thought of your own!!! I would love to hear from you! I don't want this conversation to remain one sided!!!

I am currently working on one or two more poetry pieces to post, but I really want to hear from you before I start any new posts. So please comment and tell me what you guys want. what speaks to you. I love feedback and I want this blog to be for all of you who read it as much as it is for me!!! :)

Thank you to each and everyone of you for reading this blog! I sincerely hope that somehow it may have helped you!!!! I love you all!!!!

Sincerely,
A Dreamer

Dirt Road Dream Lane

Behind my house there is a web of back roads. Unpaved, twisting, hilly roads full of potholes and frost heaves. These roads are always quiet, a lone car occasionally disturbing the stillness but soon racing around the bend out of sight.  It is a little haven of country as yet undisturbed by the town life surrounding it. Fields stretch out on either side of the road and occasionally sections are hedged by woods of tall trees.

I often walk back in these roads. One stretch in particular has become a favorite haunt of mine. It is a section parallel with my back yard, though several hundred yards and a vast collection of trees separate them. This section of road is twisted, weaving a serpentine path through the trees on either side. To the left is a sharp incline, going up toward the sky. Trees grow out of the incline, growing upward despite their off balance roots. To the right is a steep valley. A quiet stream snakes it’s way across the bottom, with another incline on the other side of the water.

The road is lined with my forest friends, for my friends they are. Those trees have witnessed my tears, they have witnessed my laughter. They have witnessed my hopes and dreams. They have witnessed my dancing and they have witnessed my falling. Some days they wave at me. Other days they bow and applaud my bold singing and twirling within the privacy of their boughs. Some days they are silent, watching me as I dream and ponder.

Each season brings a new garb for my wooden companions. In spring, they glow in new green robes. Their covered branches allow me to play peek-a-boo with the sun, who winks at me playfully. Flowers pop up on the side of the road, showing off their newly birthed splendor and perfume the air with their sweet fragrances. Down in the valley, the stream turns to a river, roaring with the remnants of winter. In summer, the trees almost completely block out the sun, allowing a respite from the heat. The shade creates mystic shadows, dancing along the road. Breezes are amplified and the air feels clearer, cooler. In autumn, the green robes turn gold, scarlet, and brown. Beautiful, bright colors spread like a patchwork quilt in the boughs. Crisp air nips my cheeks, numbing my legs as I walk. The wind tangles my hair, playing with the trees as they dance in the gust. In winter, the trees lose their quilt and bear a thick blanket of cold goose feathers. Their branches bend toward me, offering their hands and protection.The road sparkles with beautiful white diamonds, crunching softly beneath my feet. It’s my own personal Narnia, snow falling softly and trees watching me.

Aside from the trees, my thoughts are my faithful companions. This lane is the home of my dreams, my memories, my hopes. The faces of my friends, happy times and old adventures appear in the landscape. I remember laughter and tears shared with friends. I remember long conversations, playful bantering, bright smiles and warm hugs. I remember old jokes and happy accidents. I dream of future adventures, familiar faces in new settings. I dream of romantic nights and picnics. I dream of nights out with my friends. I dream of teaching, a class full of energetic students looking up at me. I dream of impossible things. Because in that lane, in that quiet lane with the tree watching over me, my dreams are coming true.

Girl in the Mirror

Looking in the mirror

Blurry image

Playing with hair

Studying face

Hair won't cooperate

Face is scarred

Shirt not right

Feeling ugly

Thinking about all those girls at work

With hair that falls just right

Simple clothes so stylish

And perfect make up

Watching your friend at school

So sweet and funny

Everyone loves her

Feeling envious and alone

Hating yourself

For feeling so jealous and insecure

Wishing you could be like her

Feeling unappreciated and invisible

At home in your room

Tears filling your eyes

Not even sure why you're crying

Just feeling so alone and confused

Why are you so jealous?

Why do you feel so alone?

Is it all imagined?

Are you just crazy?

You wonder if you'd be missed

You wonder if people ever wish you were there

You wonder if your friends really like you

You wonder if you are really worth it

Lift your head

Look in the mirror

See those tears?

They're real

Those emotions and that confusion?

Real too

But you know what else?

That girl in the mirror?

She's beautiful

Not for her clothes

Not for her makeup

Not for her jewelry

But for her gorgeous smile

Her dazzling dreams

And her precious heart

Her smile is beautiful

Her dreams are beautiful

Her courage is beautiful

Her wit is beautiful

Love that girl in the mirror

Love that little scar on her chin

Love those hairs that never do what she wants

Love those eyes that show her heart

Love her style, the way she expresses her personality

Love her interests, her music, her writing, her dance

Love her stupid obsession with that TV show

Love her silly little habits

Love her stupid journal entries

Love her failed selfies

Love her imperfections

Love her vulnerability

Love her stubbornness

Love her OCD

Love her wit

Love her ability to feel

Love her individuality

Love her taste

Love her sexy imagination

Love her innocence

Love her courage

Love her dreams

Love her unique voice

Love her wild laugh

Love her crooked smile

Love her glittering tears

Love that girl in the glass

Love who she has been

Love who she will be

Love who she is 

Because life starts

With loving that girl in the mirror

I Feel vs. I Am

Invisible

Sometimes I feel invisible

As if every part of me is transparent

And people don't even realize I'm there

Broken

Sometimes I feel broken

As if my heart has shattered into splinters

And will never be whole again

Worthless

Sometimes I feel worthless

As if I make no difference to anyone

And my life means nothing

Hurt

Sometimes I feel hurt

As if my friend had stabbed me through the heart

And didn't even know that they hurt me

Lost

Sometimes I feel lost

As if all is dark and my path has vanished

And I have nothing to guide me home

All these feelings are real

Whether the premises are true or not

I feel all these things and more

But I'm a stronger person for it

I don't always believe that I am good

I don't always believe I am important

I don't always believe I am valued.

I don't always believe I am skilled

But I know that I am special

Even if I don't always believe it

Everyone is important

Even if we don't realize it

Sparkling

I am sparkling

I am a beautiful human being

With an amazing ability to shine

Strong

I am strong

I am capable of overcoming obstacles

And I can do impossible things

Valuable

I am valuable

I am loved by my friends and family

And I am unique, able to change the world

Healing

I am healing

I do feel hurt but I am getting stronger

And these scars make me who I am

Wanderer

I am a wandered

I may not always know where I am going

But that is just a part of the adventure

Beautiful

We are beautiful

We each have a light to shine

And can do amazing things

We are all special and important

So believe in who you are

Don't ignore how you feel

Your emotions are part of what make you

But remember no matter how you feel

Who you are is indestructible

Best Valentines

Warm smiles

Tender hugs

Affectionate tone

Friendly gazes

Teasing remarks

Inside jokes

Playful smacking

Dirty looks

Kind words

Encouraging compliments

Bantering discussions

Special nicknames

Late night talks

Comfortable silence

Long discussions

Fond teasing

Messy fights

"Veiled" annoyance

Bitter thoughts

Bitten tongues

Sorry hearts

Sincere apologies

Willing forgiveness

Peace restored

Love weathers

Good times and bad

Love that is true

Anchors in a storm

Friends and family are the best valentines

Their love is the truest

Their love is the steadiest

Their love is the closest

Their love is the oldest

Their love is the messiest

Their love is the queerest

Their love is the dearest

Boyfriends and girlfriends come and go

But friends and family hold your heart

 Forever more

Unconditional

Old, wrinkled face

Frightening eyes

Wary hands

Stern visage

Unfamiliar personage

Strange identity

New person

Same Doctor

Time passes

Trust returns

Only to fall again

New relationship wobbles

Friendship struggles

As trust seems to fade

Was their love real?

Or was it an illusion?

Betrayal comes

Relationship shatters

Hearts burn in fire

All seems broken and done

Promises broken

Darkness engulfs

All seems lost

Alone in the fire

But hand stretches out

Blue eyes reach across the room

Pieces of her shattered heart

Are offered her again

Eyes fill with tears

Looking up in disbelief

Why?

Question trembles on salty lips

Stern face softens

Sad smile tugs at lips

Eyes old and sad

But full of love

"Do you think 

I care for you so little

That betraying me

 would make a difference?"

Unexpected words

Sudden show of caring

Heart is broken and healed

By words of unqualified love

Love that seeks the best

Love that forgives

Love that let's go

Love that eclipses age

Love that doesn't need romance

Genuine, unconditional love

Little Things

Warm pajamas

Cup of cocoa

Favorite book

Well-loved blanket

Funny picture on your Facebook

Favorite show on the screen

Upbeat song on the radio

Short, sweet text from a friend

These are the little things

The little things I love

Flowers on the road side

A ray of sun through the clouds

A breathtaking mountain view

A rainbow over the hills

A sudden breakthrough

A fresh idea

A tiny triumph

An appreciated attempt

These are the little things

The little things I love

A piece of chocolate

An old, forgotten note

A well-timed joke 

An unexpected gift

A hug from a friend

A smile from one you love

A shared laugh in a group of mates

Sweet words or tender gestures

These are the little things

The little things I love

The little things that get me through

The little gifts that bless me

So when the days get rough

And things seem dark

Look for the little things

And know you are loved