Monthly Archives: May 2015

A Breath is Just a Breath

A breath is just a breath

Yet it is what sustains life

Giving oxygen to cells

and clarity to the brain

Gasping for breath going in and out of this world

but in reality

A breath is just a breath

Sighing out of stress

Sighing out of love

Sighing out of heartache

Sighing out of grief

as if all the pain will be pushed

from the mind through the body

and out through the lips

but breathing does not have that luxurious capability

Pain cannot be breathed away

counting to ten gives a step back

but not a way out

A breath is just a breath

Yet by sighs a person can be recognized

a soothing inhale to a crushing sigh

a breath before bad news

followed by a breath after


to oxygen forced through tubes

the breath of life

yet a breath is just a breath


Above or Below Normal

Made ‘peace’ with it

Can’t change the past

It’s outta my control

but truthful, it’s all in my control

The cliches don’t fit me


is not my reaction

I’m not on the scale for normal

They are not asking the right questions

or maybe I’m not giving the right answers

but normal and I

aren’t touchin’

Am I above the norm?

or below it?

But someone out there gotta

match my ideals

think deeper

ask the right questions

and be able to live with my right answers

Someone out there

has to have a new spin

a new perceptive

that is on my scale

of above or below


but never average

just normal.

Shining Jesus’ Light!

Amazing words for such a young lady! 🙂 Keep it up Miss. Nelson! Great sermon.

Citizen Of Heaven

Last Sunday at my church a talented young girl, Nicole Faith Nelson, preached her 5th sermon! She’s only 15, a freshmen in high school, and has some very potent words of wisdom!  She speaks about how we are to shine and reflect Jesus’ light in our words and works. Her points travel from how we must open our eyes to the light of Christ, shine that light out for others, and allow God to light the path He has chosen for us. Below is her sermon, enjoy!

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On a Path Called Life I Met . . .

For God took the sinless Christ and poured into him our sins. Then, in exchange, he poured God’s goodness into us!

– 2 Corinthians 5:21

Jesus the most perfect man to ever walk the earth. He had no sin, no blemishes, he was perfect. A metaphor to portray Jesus’ sinlessness and our constant sinning is put into beautiful perspective by a great blogger historywithbrandon. You can visit his blog here.

We start off our lives wearing expensive and irreplaceable white robes. We are walking on this narrow and long path called life and become thirsty. You look around for anything to satisfy your need. Then, you see this mysterious man selling fruit punch. Being so overwhelmed by thirst you drink so fast and spill half of it on your pristine white robe. It’s stained, it’s dripping with fruit punch. Your father will be upset with you.

narrow path

So you start running. No matter how tired you are from your long and painful walk on the path called life; you keep on running. You are crying from all the shame of staining your irreplaceable white robe. Each time you pass someone, you turn and don’t let them see your stains and tears. You hide your filth. You are desperate to clean your now blood red robe.

Along the path, you find some carelessly left bleach. The bottle is so old with dirt all over. To even unscrew the cap you get dirt all over your hands and wipe it on your robe. You wash your robe and all the stains look like they are gone. But at close expectation, you see they are still there. Again and again you drop spaghetti or smudge chocolate on your robe. As soon as it gets on there you run to get your bottle of bleach and wash your robe back into perceived perfection.

white robe

After years of using bleach, your robe is withered and horribly stained, it can be easily pulled apart and ripped. A man with shining light came up to you and saw you were in need of new clothes. So he gave you temporary clothes and washed your old ones with a product called Mr. Christ’s Water of Life – tough sin remover. It was like it was brand new. It was not rough and scratchy, it was smooth and soft.

You chased him and embraced him. You and Mr. Christ sat down and talked for hours. He told me about his book – his manual. You decided he was an amazing man who never needed to use his product, in fact he never stained his clothes! You read his book and fell in love with him. If he was this great, you wanted to follow him. You gave up your old life and follow in his foot steps on the path called life.

Her – Writing in Different Forms


Free Style:

Her whole essence was color. Radiant beautiful color. Her hair was the cosmoses. She could control everything with a blink of an eye. Move universes. End universes. Begin universes. Her whole essence was color.


The Cosmoses

Cut to

An eye, lined with Blue eyeliner.

Zoom out to see whole face

The neck fades into cosmoses.

Cut to

Her hair. You realize her hair is part of the cosmoses.

Cut to

Her eye again. She blinks.

Cut to

Full face. Suddenly, a black hole forms and all color is sucked away.

Cut to

Her eye. She blinks again.

Cut to

Full face color flows through the hole and is more beautiful than ever.

Short Story:

The whole universe collapsed. Swallowed itself into nothingness. ‘Well I guess it has been coming to that point for a long time now. Then again we are born to die. But more accurately, they are meant to die for the others to be born,’ she thought. She thought . . .

Because if she spoke everything would end . . . just like it had done before.

She lost everything. She lost . . . everyone.


She had never heard sound before

never her voice

She whispered

A galaxy ended

She didn’t notice

She laughed

A universe ended

She didn’t notice

She screamed

Everything ended

but she didn’t

She was alone

After hearing sound for the first time

everything was silent

She missed the silent sound

Of when everyone was alive

She started to build

But she built incorrectly

She built imperfect, immoral beings

And had to end them

To begin a new universe

and to try to build something better.


Her (in thoughts):

But what if I never can? What if I can never be a good creator  . . . and destroyer as before I heard sound? I look up, new are born. I look down . . . they are  . . . ended.

HER pauses. HER sighs as much as a thought as sigh.

Her (in thoughts):

My whole essence is color  . . . maybe?

The Strawberry Taste in My Mouth

I look up

and I hear

The strawberry taste in my mouth

I feel the bird’s wings brush up against me


It’s all right

It’s perfect


the pieces don’t fit

the thing itself is great

but put together

is like trying to make a vaccum out of a watch

Both are electronic but

anything more than that doesn’t fit in the ‘same’ box of a venn diagram


What if I did . . .

would everything fit?

Or would the things itself not even work anymore


Questions that can’t be answered until


But then the action is done

and the question might come out with the wrong answer


Is it better to have perfect pieces but not the whole puzzle

or chance it all and

have everything


work out all right?


I look up

and I hear

The strawberry taste in my mouth

I feel the bird’s wings brush up against me

The Outside Living

Never knowing when to stop

or when to start

When to start believing

that this is truly what life is like

What you have to live with

The outside living


the inside living

Outside – what everyone sees

the little complaints

the little funny stories


Inside – who you truly are

the one who needs


a deeper meaning

a new perspective

But very little ever fulfill

very little can

They understood you, but they can never understand

So I go on living the outside living