Love+Smile = Happy

Not That I Mind, Part III
By: the iHope Poet

Something about loving a person makes me smile.
And smile.
Until my jaw aches, knowing that I won't stop.
And the sun doesn't stop shining so brightly, either.
Something about living each day being secretly happy,
And happily secret
About loving you...
Some would say my heart should be aching, knowing you'll never know.

Not that I mind;
If life's about love, than love's about living
Like you are mine, whether you'll take me
Or not.




P.S. to my best friend: I <3 you! didn't ya know?

If I should....

Pockets Full

By: the iHope Poet

If I should live to see the day

When hope is bred

Like thousands of fish under the sea 

In every word to say

And thought to think

And deed to live, then 

I hope I would fear no longer. 

If my pockets should not be 

Too full of shy hands, 

They’d be open enough 

To fit all things good inside them,

Like tools on demand;

Such as confidence, 

Faith, and the will to press on.

And I hope I would not waste 

Such precious space to contain them. 

If I should ever come to know,

To a full understanding, of

What grand things hope may let me achieve;

If I should believe 

And open my hands 

To catch whatever life throws at me, 

Then I hope I would fear 

No longer. 

Following the Shadows

Not That I Mind, Part II
By: the iHope Poet

With shadows projected against the floor
For me to see and follow suit;
It's always been a second-handed journey.
They want me to watch, and learn and act,
But my actions are merely impressions of (counterparts to)
Those who've gone before me.
Yet they expect nothing else -- I am to be what they will have me be.
Still, I have some choice in the matter; I can follow whichever shadow I please.
For good or for bad, those shadows will lead me onward,
Pave the way on the veiled sidewalk ahead.

Not that I mind,
This is how my life's supposed to be.
And eventually I'll spark a light, and cast a second shadow;
Let someone else follow through it, too.

my epigram :)

So Stay Strong

By: the iHope Poet

Standing taller

Seems fleeting

While fleeing

Lasts longer

But it’s wronger

To shrink

Than to think

Like a tower

For the sour

Of waste

Will taste

Worse by the hour

You’ll be tested

So stay

As they say

Strong and rested

Or be bested

By the threat

Of the evil set

Foe.

 

Two Hands to Create

Not That I Mind, Part I
By: the iHope Poet

Sometimes I feel like a big piece of Fake,
Tossed around and molded by the others.
I'm given legs, two arms and a brain,
And then they expect me to design my own heart.
What will I love, believe in, feel for?
How will I use this thing, which they say has such an empowering influence
On the rest of "who I am"?
I realize now, my heart can never be completely sculpted by my own two hands.
Because those hands may be artificial,
And they've been made to do what the world would have them do.
So you see, how my entire being is a product of everything else,
Leaving me with hardly any space to form even the single, most important organ in my body?

Not that I mind,
We are all influenced by the rest of them in some way or another.
All I can do is make the best of what I've been given.

call it Fence-Sitting

Like Birds on a Wire

By: the iHope Poet

She was waiting at the door 

like a bird sits on a wire;

just a little ways away
with the world standing behind her.

All she needed was conviction
and the will to make a move.
Yet being so high up and distant,
made direction hard to choose.

She could turn and fly away,
Find another path to follow.
If the next door doesn't open
where she wants it to, she'll know.

So for now, she is un-knowing,
holding choices with both hands;
Facing life behind closed doorways
and away from distant lands.

Other birds still come along,
let them all wait at the door;
With the girl and her lost song,
stopped to rest and sing some more.

Because I can...

He Gave Me Agency

By: the iHope Poet

God gave me agency

and a mouth

so that even on particularly bad days,

I can choose to smile.

BUT

because He knows me just that well,

during those times when I might not 

end up with a smile on my face;

God gave me a voice, too,

so that my mouth can scream sing instead...

;)

Every Now & Then

Perfect Scenario

By: the iHope Poet

Woke up one morning to feel an unusual change of pace.

Didn't think then it'd make me who I am today

I saw a second sunrise and made another wish;

And now my world has shifted, in an instant.

Well I've been thinking about the moonbeams,

How hard they are to grasp,

And how my life was like that in the past. 

But I have not been the same

And this is my chance

To see a girl who's better than herself. 

And really all this new life has been, 

Is a perfect scenario. 

Live each day like nothing's gonna block my path. 

When I fall it's like stepping over broken glass. 

My heart has found desire, my made-up mind is strong.

I'll try to never trip the same way twice. 

Well I'm standing like a tower

too high to be pulled down.

It's clear to see the progress I am making.

'Cuz I have not been the same

And this is my chance 

To make a girl who's better than herself.

And really all my life is now, 

Is a perfect scenario.

Close my eyes to catch each dream I set out to find. 

Resting from the troubles I have left behind.

Preparing for tomorrow, praying to wake up, 

And find that things have stayed the way they are. 

I'm no longer the same, 

And now is my chance

To be the girl who's better than herself. 

Please, God, let this new life remain, 

Such a perfect scenario. 

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