White

White

 White is faith
that the clouds will fly forever
and ever, white is
Grandma's hair as she
walks all day
the yarn I use, 
the bags I knit
white is everything but nothing
it is shoes, and glass
it's the color of jewelry, 
white is with out joy,and
with joy the 
joy of each new day.

© April 7,2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

Fate

Fate

For what one does

is what one will be

and is what will befall them

it will befall them 

in the end of time

© April 7,2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

Master Mind to Angel Soul

Master Mind to Angel Soul

 Time and time again

my soul fly's away

away so high it fly's

up too the sky

so far from my forever reaching hands

the soul of a angel

an angel that likes to fly

to fly and hide from the hands

that should be its master

of the forever soaring soul

but instead my heart

my traitorous heart

that listens not to its master

the master mind

fly's high alongside my soul

yet still higher it fly's

so my mind its master

and my soul its friend

are left close to earth

as my loving, caring yet traitorous heart

fly's too far for the eye to see

then my thoughts run into each other

and i cant think straight 

as the mastermind

loses control 

my world becomes completely unbalanced

forcing my hands to shake

and to lose all control on my

angel like soul.

© April 2, 2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

Life Change(s)

                                                                   Life Change(s)

Sometimes…
                                   life just fly’s

                                                        on unseen wings

                               But other times
                                                                         it crashes
to the ground during the rough storms of life

Once upon
a time

My tears were none of joy

But today. .
                                                            I cry happy, joyful

                                                                                    tears of love

                   I wander and I travel my thoughts

And
I don’t know them
very well

Or understand them

                                          But I do know that things
                                                                                         have changed

                                             Have changed once again…

                                                         on this rough and tough journey

But whether for the good....
                                                     or the bad

I will
 laugh . . and . . cry and . . sing aloud

© March 31, 2012

Place of Hell

Place of Hell

My heart beats

to a painful rhythm

as my soul shattered

so long ago

the painful beats of my

heart have become

all that i know 

but in the silence

of the night

i remember so much more

than I wish too....

I remember the words

and I remember 

all the times

that eventually led

to my life crashing down around me...

I see so many falling down that

same dark hole that i 

just now climbed myself out of...

and my tears follow them down..

I wish to help but I do not know how

As I see them go

my heart breaks once again

but this time not form my sake

but for the sake of those

I love and care for.

As they fall

I am unable to do a thing

so silently I wait in the 

silence of the night 
as my silent tears follow them down..
And I pray aloud for a ladder to be built
as he built for me...
so that one day they 
might just 
climb back up out of the very
depth of a small
but painful
place of hell...

© March 22,2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

Dancing away

Dancing Away

Dancing away

I create the dance

the dance that is in my soul.

As I dance around and around 

my tears sprinkle the ground around my soul

and the wall that slowly 

ever so slowly close in around my small world

my tears leave a colorful 

display all around my world

but as I sink down

to the ground.

As my feet that never stopped, stop.

My tears begin 

to create a puddle.

A puddle of colors at my feet

as I glance up and around

in despair

my world begins to 

make sense

and as the puzzles

are completed

my tears go cold

and hope

fills my soul

at the picture

painted, and created from 

my never ending ...tears....

© March 22, 2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

Amazing

Amazing

My soul rejoices as

I take one good look

and I never want to to look away

Your eyes hold mine and

as we dance hand and hand

I begin to see a truth that blinded others

Glancing away I feel and

I see my life flash before me

As my ground comes undone 

I realize just how amazing your really are

© March 21,2012 (Emma Joy Huls)