The Dancing Book

So I have the opportunity to participate in the Miss Sevier County Pageant this weekend.  My talent is poetry writing so I am gonna do a poetry reading....with some Flare to make it interesting.  This is the poem I have pieced together for saturday night.....i just have to memorize it now. :) oh fun!!

The Dancing Book

Dancing away

I create my book

the book of my world

as my feet move 

on a never ending trend

my soul leaps and falls

 with painted emotions

that paint my book

with the tears that fly from my eyes

and slowly, ever so slowly

i see the pages begin to close

to close in on me

and as the book captures my soul

I YELL out in despair

as my never ending dance

comes to a pause as 

 I challenge myself to walk

into the unknown and to take a chance

to become someone besides myself

my tears trail down

to land upon the mirrored floor

to leave pools of paint 

as i rewrite my life

i hold still while

the book of my world

begins to fail

and soon becomes
nothing more than a bitter tale

yet as it fails
and begins to crumble in my hands

i reach up

to catch a fallen star

and i watch 

as it slowly ever so slowly
forms the book of gold

as i then burn

my book of mold

 © May 9, 2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

Hope you liked it....I have never done anything like this, so i need all the luck in the world to not fall on my face. haha...

So....this is May 12, and i posted this earlier this week.....This poem did not stay the same druring the pagent but I threw in my own little things. which made it extra special......Thanks everyone...i did not win ...but i won....I gained Confiedence, life experinces that i will always look to...but most importantlly i gained...friencships that will last a lifetime.. there is not a better way to win than through this. Congradulations to those girls who went out and WON!

                                                       

They...

They...

Slip.....to fall
fall ....to be
to be....true to all.
to all....who made a differnce
upon a white moon
they danced into my life
and just as fast they vanished off the maps.
© May 3, 2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

I Try

I Try

i try to be

i try to do

yet in the end

i try to hard

to do

and to be

what i cant

and who i cant

do and be

so i end up

being who

i am meant to be..

© April 28, 2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

My Hero

As a little girl grows up her heroes are never the same.  When I was younger I had my heroes, and the people I wanted to be just like as I grew up.  Yet as I have gotten older my heroes have changed, they have never stayed the same for long and they always let me down in the end.  Yet from the moment of my first breath to this very second and for eternity and beyond, I have one hero who’s never left me, never let me down, who’s always supported, and has always loved me unconditionally.  And who will never leave me to wonder where I stand in his life.  This man does not have a name that will blow the world away, but the name he has taken for this lifetime stands for who he is and will always stand for who I am and he holds my world together.  This man is my Daddy, Stephen T. Huls.  He is solid in all he does, and he does it with a pure mind and with good intent, and he always gives his very best.  I look at him and I want to be just like him.  My dad is one of a kind, and he has a complete original mind that could scare, or confuse the smartest of men. Yet that mind of his is full of strange, silly, amazing, mind blowing ideas that have played a part in the foundation of my life.  I am one of five children, and we all describe him with the same words.  We all hold him with the same amount of respect that he has always shown to us and to our amazing mother and grandparents.  When he talks we listen, and when we talk he listens.  My Dad can be described as, unique, strange, dedicated, honest, blunt, a patriot and some would say insane.  But as a father he is so much more to us children.  He is a father who gave up things he wanted for the benefit of his children.  He has given up his dreams, to help us create and accomplish our own dreams.  I could never ask for a better father.  Dad I wrote this for you, and I wish you a happy birthday with lots of love your daughter Emma Joy.

© April 27, 2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

7 of Hearts

. . . 7 of Hearts . . .

© April 23, 2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

Dreams of a Woman

Dreams Of A Woman

 I walk through and

I walk too

Many places

At many different times

In this life

And as I walk

I see everything yet

I don’t see enough

I wish to see the world, yet

I do not wish to see everything

This world has to offer me..

So as I see

I talk to many

For the love of talking is in my soul

Yet sometimes I think I talk to too many people

Yet I do not talk to some

For the feelings that radiated off of them,

So as I talk

I feel, their emotions and

I feel their unique personalities seep off

Of those who I meet in this crazy world of ours

And well, some I do okay with,

Yet others scare my very being

So as I feel

I run…from those who care, and

I hide…from those who don’t know, and

I cry…as my faith is tested at every bend, But Oh,

How I allow myself to dream

For without my dreams

The dreams of a woman, I am no one

And I am unable to

Walk the way I walk, to

See the way I see, to

Talk the way I talk, or to

Feel the way I feel, for

These are what make me,

Who I am

And all because

I allow myself….to…

DREAM the dream of a ..Woman

 © April 8, 2012 ( Emma Joy Huls)

This Moment

This Moment

this road in life passes Me by

I cant close my eyes

and I cant keep them open

My mind is always thinking

and my breath is always coming

the seconds tick by slowly

and the hours disappear

this moment in life 

will come and it will go...

© April 7,2012 (Emma Joy Huls)