All I need is Faith....

All I need is Faith....

Sometimes I walk 

Other times I run

As my heart skips a beat along this road

the rode that we call Life.

It is full of doubts

and full of hurts

as we fall and as we stumble 

along this road.

We watch...and as we watch

we begin to fall 

and to crumble

under the pressure

 The pressure that drives our souls right to the cliff edge

And as we look over. . . we SCREAM!

we let the pain explode from within

from the depths of our souls

we discover the sun and the moon

and as they come and go

day after day

we watch in sudden awe

in sudden wonder

and then we discover what life really has to offer us

the sun will set leaving us in a sudden darkness

leaving us scared but all we need is faith

faith in the sun. . . . that it will come again

come again to fill our hearts 

with warmth...and with love...

© June 13, 2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

The Bloody Battle

The Bloody Battle

Droping down

to sit below the world

I watch in utter despair

as those I called friends

those I called allies 

destroy themselves

kill each other from deep within

Hopeless I watch

without out knowing 

what I could do to stop it all

So reaching up

I pull myself

up and out 

from below

and I reach out to everyone I can reach

I whisper in their ears

and I tell them 

secrets, wonderful beautiful secrets

about themselves

the secrets they don't know

I tell them

what they can become

but only if they put down that sword

that gun

and walk away peacefully

as some begin to walk away

I begin to smile as I go about my journey

The hardest journey of my life

 the hardest challenge 

to help others help themselves

yet as I watch a few turn back to battle

and it hits me

I cant help those blood thirsty for battle

they need to help themselves first

watching once more yet this time from a cloud

a cloud once white 

now full of my tears

of my pain

and as it fills full of tears

it breaks and splatters the ground below

and at first the battle continues on below

then as the hurt from within all

erupts into lightning and thunder

the people begin to run

they begin to help each other 

as they all search for a place of shelter

and I begin to laugh

for the irony of it all

natures hand in our life's can be

a most hidden 

yet most marvelous blessing given to us mere mortals

here below the 

one and only....

© June 13, 2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

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)