Artisan

I'm amazed at the work of the artisan
I watch as his hands create perfection and beauty
He draws this image with Love's pen
Then he turns and says to me:
Take it in

It shines brighter than any star
It is everything near and far
It is where you want to be
Just as perfect as any can see
It's amazing, and don't forget
He's not even finished yet

He continues creating this image so fine
I know it will never leave my mind
Then this artisans eyes lock into my view
As he softly says: My dear, This is you.

Your smile shines brighter than any star
You are everything to me, near or far
You are where I want to be
You are just as perfect as any can see
I think 'How can this artwork possibly be me?'
And I wont forget...
He's not even finished yet

This is how He sees me, and how you do too
So my angel here in this life, is you.

Dance My Way

She walks around a frozen pond in a soft white gown
Feels the music start
Pulls out a white ribbon and begins to dance around
To the flow of her heart

He enters the scene, slow and discreetly
Hears the music play
Stands there so quiet, smiling at her sweetly
As if to say:

Dance my way, don't be shy!
Because I'm here to stay and Love wont pass us by
I see you there across the silver ice
If you'd move your path here, well that would be nice
Dance my way

She sees him and to him she runs and she twirls
Radiant and bright
Her ribbon around her makes shinning white curls
Flowing so light

Then let go the ribbon - carried away by the breeze
How she dances: As if it were planned
He opens his arms as if asking her: Please
His words are a request, she knows he wont demand

Dance my way, don't be shy!
Because I'm here to stay and Love wont pass us by
I see you there across the silver ice
If you'd move your path here, well that would be nice
Dance my way

To his open arms she turns right in
He embraces her and slowly together they spin
A soft white mist around them settles in
While behind it their duet begins

Then I open my eyes and again see everything
As I hear the last of those inspiring chords ring

Lying Rain

After a few, my heart feels the scare
Find it hard to believe "For you I'll always be there"
I discover more about true care
Also, the things they say only for flare

Is it wrong to so easily believe?
Does it make one unsafely naive?
Would he ever think to deceive?
Are my strings of comfort in a false weave?

Is it bad I'd so easily trust
Each kind word or promise.. must
Have some truth. Or are they only thrust
out? Shattered lies blown away with the dust

Drip.
Drip.
Is it raining lies?
Drip.
Drip.
Can I read those eyes?

I've been told it is safe to doubt a little more
Not sponge in those words but lock them out the door
But still, in I let them pour
Do I listen... or let them hit the floor?

Drip.
Drip.
Is it raining lies?
Drip.
Drip.
Can I read those eyes?

My heart feels the scare
"For you I'll always be there"
"I'd change everything"
"Dear, I truly care"
"I'm here for you, I'll be anything."

If I trust all this now
Will I later feel pain?
I just don't see how
This could be lying rain

Drip.
Drip.
Is it raining lies?
Drip.

Drip...

Can I read

Those

Eyes?

Royal Birth

I didn't write this, it was given to me by a young women leader. But I really really like it. It's made me cry. :)

I am a child or royal birth.
My father is King of Heaven and Earth.
My spirit was born in the courts on high,
A child beloved, a princess am I.

I was nurtured there,
I lived by His side
In a home where patience and Love abide.
My Mother was there in that glorious place,
Blessing her children with queenly grace.

I grew to the stature that spirits grow,
I gained the knowledge I needed to know.
I was taught the truth and I knew the plan
That God and Christ laid out for man.

I was there when the starts of morning sang.
I mingled my voice when the heavens rang.
I was there to rejoice, to praise and applaud
The shouts of joy from the sons of God.

I waited my turn and I came to earth
Through the wonderful channel of human birth.
The curtains were closed and the past was gone.
On the future, too, the curtains were drawn.

I live on this earth and God willed it so;
With freedom to choose the way I should go.
I must search for the truth,
I must serve and obey -
I must walk by my faith or fall by the way.

Someday I'll go back
I will answer the call.
I'll return with my record to the Father of all.
The Heavens will open and so will my heart,
There will be great rejoicing if I've done my part.

My Father, the King, in His infinite Love
Will welcome me back to the mansions above
The curtain will part, and eternity
In it's light and glory, will open to me.

Love Love Love Love Love

Why did I capatalize all of those?  Because.  I think it's much better to capatalize that word.  Love.  It's a very important word, and has an even more important meaning.  P.S. that was Indescribable's doing. Here's a shoutout for him. Thank you! :)
Love.  Yes.  There are a lot of things Kiki loves.  They're all on that happy list, and right now, I'm going to talk about Guard.  Because it's amazing.
Guard yesterday was super duper duper FUN!  We changed some of the stuff in the show, just simple changes mostly, but it makes it so much more... involved!  It's awesomely fun!  Other people were happy with it too.  Rocky started doing victory dances.  Pretty soon, Sleepy joined him.. and then of course who couldn't resist?  ME that's who!  So there were three of us crazy guard member running around in circles with our flags raised over our heads.  Oh. My. Goodness. I laughed so much yesterday I thought my sides would BUST!!  I love Love LOOVE it when that happens!! 
Flags.  So Twin and Jess discovered yesterday that I messed up on putting the flags on the poles.. some of them are upside down.  Oopsie!!  We'll be changing THAT at practice tomorrow.  The reason we have practice tomorrow instead of Thursday is we're performing at the freshmen orientation assembly on Thursday. YES!! That's going to be FUN!  And people will love it so much they'll want to join :)  Of course.  But only the cool ones. :)
Anywhoosen.  I'm learning new things all the time.  Not just interesting fact type things, but life helping type things.  It's pretty awesome.  Sometimes the learning them part isn't the easiest.. but who said it would be easy? (No, He only said it would be worth it.  Love that quote.)
Love.  I have a lot of that.  It's so much I'm pretty sure it's spilling out of me.  And probably getting in to other people.  Hey wait a minute, it's getting in to others!! YAY share the Love. :D
MUSIC!! is another thing I Love.  Why?  Because. It's awesome.  And it's way cute when someone describes how they feel to you through a song...... usually that makes you like the song even more.  Yup yup!

Kiki's Happy List

These are the things and people that make me happy :)
*Gladiator
*Mr. Smooth
*The Boy Of My Dreams
*Button (previously known as Potatoes)
*ChuddaChudda (previously known as Sync)
*The Poker
*CTR (Le~, this is her favorite thing to say, so I deem this nickname appropriate :])
*Soza
*Blunt Guitar Man
*Fire! [and I mean the person, not the flaming hot stuff. Though that does go well with smores and hot dogs :)]
*Kam
*Kri~
*Abi
*Sleepy
*PBFace
*Twin
*Wes
*Bleyle
*Kyla
*K.J.
*Tuck
*Wall (Chels)
*Curtains (haha, no I wont ever let that go :))
*Serina
*Alec
*Little Sis
*Tiki! (previously known as The Muffin)
*Madre
*Padre
* Lestat
*Hodges
*Lemons
*Matt (the tall one)
*___________ (the one I can't even begin to describe. Gr~)
*Daun
*Chatwin
*Scales
*Zank
*Steakman
*laughter
*smiles
*eyes!
*hugs
*cuddling
*nicknames (ones for me, and the ones for others too :))
*Interesting conversations
*cheese
*fruit
*compliments
*talking
*the gospel
*LOVE!
*testimonies
*family
*dates
*parties
*inside jokes
*writing
*singing
*signing
*dancing
*GUARD!
*adoration
*twitterpation
*blogging
*cookies
*prayer
*(some) cake
*ice cream
*feeling pretty
*soft hair (mine and other people's too :))
*friends that are more like family <3
*colors
*poems
*sincerity
*funny faces
*sleep
*nailpolish
*DOGS
*make-up :)
*PJs
*blankets
*the beach
*life :)

Phase (The second part to Secret Keeper)

Those silver eyes stare me right in the face
Will she ever tell?  Make me, of my own feelings, ace?
How long will I be stuck in this place?
Sometimes a longing... an empty space

In her eyes I gaze
Searching into them for a light in the haze
Then these bright silver stones begin to glaze
In to other jewels they phase

Large circles of ocre with outer rings of gold
Though they say much, never a complete story told
I wish to see, to decipher more, but my eyes wont hold
A silver flash, and those warm circles go cold

Dark chocolate depth next draws me in
So sincere and kind, they make my heart spin
My adoration constantly win
Then their shine, with another vivid flash, grows thin

Windows of ocean in dashes of green
A jewel quite like this, I have never before seen
Their glow draws me in, too. What could all of this mean?
These oceans fall with another silver gleam

Her silver gives me a glimpse of many
Next black diamonds, dark but soft
Then a deep chocolate pair, with a stare unlike any
I sleep and Secret Keeper makes these images above me loft

Then those vivid, shining, silver crystals return
Are they here to haunt me?  Or help me learn?
They come now whenever a passion begins to burn

Vivid, silver, shining, thinking
She stares me down, unblinking.

British Bulldog

I wrote this one for English too, but it makes me laugh so I'm putting it here :)


And yes, this event was at The Queen's birthday party :)

We are standing in two lines on opposite sides of the churchyard. All listening intently for the next call. A number is yelled out. One person from each line darts to the center, aiming for the target. Scrambling, shuffling, dragging, tackle. People shout and jump, yelling out suggestions and acting like maniacs. The object makes it past a boundary line. They have won this round.

We realign and wait again, anxiously. Some praying their number isn’t called. Some like wildcats ready to pounce. I wait in fear that I’ll hear my number. Another number. Not mine, but I watch as another tackling ensues. This pattern continues. Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose.

Then that dreaded moment. My number is yelled, I reflexively jump to action. My team mate and I are against two from the other team. I quickly analyze my competition. The one person I can really play this game with. My own sister. I go for her. I soon realize being in the mess is just as bad as anticipating it, maybe worse. Talk about gnashing of teeth. No one is getting that object anywhere. And she bit me! Pretty soon more players are called in. This is insane. Shoving, rolling, blocking, so much confusion. I can’t even tell what’s happening. Then we stop, everyone panting. Someone succeeded. I’m too disoriented and out breath to tell who.

My Ocean

Something I wrote for English. And I really like it :)


I remember when I was there. In those fields we call innocence. I remember knowing nothing, but being too happy with smiles and laughter to care....

This building is so big! I don’t think I’ll ever be able to find my way around it on my own. And how am I supposed to get from the Seminary building to upper ‘A’ wing in seven minutes? I’m going to be doing a lot of running. Gosh there are so many people! Is it really possible to have someone within twelve inches of you wherever you turn? Lunch comes. Oh my goodness that is NOT a line, that’s a mosh pit. Does it ever end? Where does it go? And once I somehow acquire food, where do I sit? Where are my friends? It’s all so crowded.

It’s been a while. I feel more comfortable in this place now. I know where my classes are and the fastest ways to get to them so I don’t have to run. I know where my friends go so I can meet them between classes. I also know where I might chance to pass a certain someone in the hallway. But I always feel so small when I shyly wave and smile. After one of these moments I kick myself inside and wish I weren’t so silly. Imagine how I feel during the classes I have with this person. Shrinking for close to the entire hour and a half period. Probably reddening whenever he looks at me. I don’t know because I am too embarrassed. And yet I can’t stop smiling.
I went to a football game. I know, me - football? You wouldn’t think. Of course I didn’t go for the game. I don’t even know what’s happening on the field ninety-nine percent of the time. No, I went for my friends. The cheering and jumping, the blare of the winds and the rumble of the drum line... and those smiles. The ones that make me feel like I can fly, but cause me to want to hide away. I smile back of course, but then I shrink, noticeably. Behind my best friend. I’m squirmish, but very happy.

Life goes on. Homework, laughter, friends, smiles, blushing... I’ve probably never been happier. Then it happens. I don’t know exactly when or what precisely triggered it, but my field of innocence was blown away by winds of change. Perhaps it really began long ago when my parents separated. I wasn’t paying enough attention to my own feelings to know then. Maybe it was from learning about my friends stories. Maybe it was my own. Pages of my book that I will never forget. That friendship which taught me so much. It flamed and I was the happiest girl alive. I had never felt that kind of joy before. I felt my life was perfect. Sooner than one may think, that flame got snuffed out. Maybe that’s what changed me.

I began to feel numb. About my friends, my feelings, my conversations, about everything. Nothing seemed quite as real to me as it had before. I went to each class, not knowing how to react to things anymore. I payed no attention to the mosh-pit-lunch-line. It didn’t matter to me. I was too lost in my own thoughts. I still saw my friends in the hallway and greeted them. The numbness persisted.
As I began to regain consciousness and a feeling of reality in life, I came back a different person. More careful, more experienced. I know a lot of my squirmy shyness had left. I felt older. A few of my friends told me they could see a change. That snuffed out flame puffed ashes every once in a while, trying to rekindle. But only cooling itself even more with each puff. My river of life flowed on.
Soon, I not only achieved almost complete realness, my river became a bubbling brook. Splashing, twirling, rushing - it gave me excitement. But the water was different. Like my life had become almost new. I began to love life again. Soon that long lost flame began to spark anew too.
I cannot pinpoint exactly how it happened, or what did it. My field of happy innocence and naivety turned into an ocean of knowledge and pure joy. The winds of change create waves. At times my waters know how to still them. Other times, it lets them come, enjoying that swift excitement of motion. My ocean is so real, so full of life. I cannot help but immerse myself in it every moment.

Secret Keeper

Vivid shining silver eyes

Within her a secret lies

Or many secrets, great and small

She refuses to tell all

She knows all cares

All of feelings and scares

She can make a heart feel dark fright

Or turn on in it golden light

She's the one behind confusion of the mind

Every time it pleads "Oh heart, be kind"

When one doesn't understand, she's the one inside it

Though she'll never admit thereof or confide it

At times it seems she's taken control

Without her knowledge something may not feel whole

                                                                 Vivid shining silver eyes

Within her each secret lies

There must be something that can see through her glow

I've searched, but still

I do not know.

Ttj