Love is Beautiful

Love is beautiful,
Love is here,
You don't understand what I am feeling,
Never would you ever,
My heart was ripped,
My soul was nipped,
Love is beautiful,
Life is the paintbrush,
No-o-o,
You brought tears to my heart,
My expression is solemn,
But not when I saw you,
But not when I thought I saw the Love seemed beautiful,
I tried to forgive you,
But you wouldn't turn from your ways,
You wouldn't understand,
Oh, Love is Beautiful,
You would never,
Never would you ever,
Understand,
But Love is always beautiful,
Bad and sad,
Or especially good and glad,
I thought you really understood,
But now-You're exposed.

You may sing this song if you would like to.

I Love You, Don't Die for Me

I think this is a very beautiful, sad, and dramatic song. You may sing it if you like.

She up and died,
I up and cried,
NO! I shout.
It can't be true
Oh Oh!
Our love was two threads
Tied together,
Then Snip-Snip!
You were truly my Golden Lady
And I was truly your Golden Man
Our love will never end, I miss you so!
Oh Oh!
I miss you too,
For in my heart,
Our poem of Life never ends-
The love never stops,
The romance never begins
Oh Oh!
Oh Oh!
Love truly!
Truly love
Don't die for me
Live for my sake
God cares for...
The needy.

The Transformation Wave

I know, I know, that is a really science-y title, but I'll leave it that way anyways. Happy reading!

There was once a top-secret lab that did experiments that was called Mind Control Intelligence, otherwise known as MCI.
BUT one experiment changed the face of MCI-Transformation waves. In other words, transforming and switching into another person. And who was the genius behind the project? None other than-(Did you guess?)-Madelline!
Madelline was an adult now, about 30 or 40 years of age. Her partners were Hannah and Kyle (From "Stranger than Historical Fiction"). By now, Hannah's birthday was coming up.
Madelline went over to a button in her laboratory. "This button can switch you two around."
"Wait," said Hannah. "I thought that when you were talking about Transformation waves, that it was only a theory. That button can change MCI in a bad way. A VERY bad way."
"She's right. We've underestimated things from a magician. But who knows what could happen if you pushed that button?" said Kyle.
"Great. No support. I guess I will push the button anyways," said Madelline.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
An explosion occurred.
This wasn't the kind of explosion that blasted you backwards. This explosion erupted in the sky, with a flash of blinding light.
"What the-?" cried Kyle, holding his hair. "I'm a GIRL!"
"What the-?" cried Hannnah, holding her hair. "I'm a BOY!"
The two exclaimed glances and screamed.

"We have got to reverse the effect that caused us to switch places. Now everyone thinks I'm really Hannah! Try wishing on your birthday that we were our own selves again," said Kyle; otherwise known as "Hannah."
"Okay, I'll try," said Hannah; otherwise known as "Kyle."
"In ten seconds, your birthday will start, and you will have to blow the candle. If everything goes as planned, then it's all going to be okay. If it doesn't, then, I guess I'll stay a GIRL."
"And I'll stay a BOY," said Hannah; otherwise known as "Kyle."
When she blew the candle, an explosion occurred, and then Kyle and Hannah opened their eyes. THEIR eyes.

I hope you liked the story. Good day, to all of you!

Peace Is A Flower...

Peace,
The flower that dances with joy
We need only find it,
To fill in every empty space in a grieving heart of worry
Peace is the sunflower that blooms in the soul,
And gives God authority to rule the heavens, for he alone is the Prince of Peace.
Peace has seeds of Joy, and worry will no longer be allowed to enter the door to your soul.
Peace is the sunflower that every one needs, including souls and angels in heaven.
But there must be a sun to allow any sunflower to grow.

What do you think this poem means to you? If you are worried or grieving for whatever reason, just remember this poem. (Comments below.)

The Deadly Question Mark

Prayers lifted

This is a poem about Prayers being lifted. Enjoy!

My Prayer,
Coming from my heart,
Goes to the Creator,
Which we know most accurately by Love
My poetry is prayers coming from thy heart
And angels carry my poetry to God and the world
If it be your mercy
Grant that the world may know you
No matter how many names you may have
No matter what tongue,
Your love may come in different forms,
Depending on the heart you live in,
Lord, I pray that this prayer be lifted into the hearts
Of different people with different tongues
Of different people with different ways of seeing you.

I hope you enjoyed my poem. Have a great day, all of you reading this, and everyone in the world!

Stranger than Historical Fiction

This is a story about a book. I hope you enjoy it!

"Thomas saw them. The monks were there inside that mountain, in 1095. 'What am I to do?' he whispered. 'The king of Norway wants me to get rid of them and force them to practice his own religion! I don't have the heart to do this-I must warn them!'"

"Wow. You are totally absorbed in that book, Hannah. Can I see the cover?" The middle school nerd she was in love with actually spoke to Hannah. "It's called 'The Rebellion of The Monk-Eavesdroppers'. It's about this guy named Thomas Ericson who creates a society that rebels against the king and saves the monks that live in Norway that the king wants to practice his own religion. The king plots to have the monks in cages too. The story takes place in the year 1095, and it really is cool!"
"Well, that certainly seems like a good book. How many pages is it?" asked the nerd. "Oh, 400 pages. I'm on page 399."
"Cool! Want to come over to my house?" the nerd (The nerd's name was KYLE, if you want to know so badly) asked. "Maybe I can show you some other books you might be interested in."
So Kyle and Hannah went.
They saw a witch doctor there, and he asked Hannah to open "The Rebellion of The Monk-Eavesdroppers." He told them that they would enter the book itself.
Nothing happened. Kyle gave the "loser" sign to Hannah. She nodded.
That night, they slept a peaceful sleep...

"Hannah, wake up! Everyone thinks I'm a prince and you're my sister!" Kyle said. Hannah rubbed her eyes. "Doughnuts, children?" asked a waiter. "No thanks," said Kyle. "Trust me. I know from experience that doughnuts from long ago were dry and tasteless."
Hannah widened her eyes. "And we're in the year of 1095." Hannah's eyes widened even more.
"We've jumped into my book! Maybe if we help Thomas we'll get out."
So they found Thomas. Then they had the monks swap places with the fisherman in Norway (That was where the story took place)
Then they told the king that the monks were captured. After that, well, the Monks escaped in secret to Asia. Thomas went with the monks, and when the king found out that they had fisherman instead of the real monks he let them free. And so they lived happily ever after.

"Wake up, Kyle! Was that a dream?" Kyle sat up. "What a sleepover! I don't kn-"
Before he could say "I don't know if it was a dream" they both saw Thomas wink at them-then disappear. And the witch doctor was gone as well.
"The witch doctor left?" asked Kyle. "What witch doctor?" his parents replied.
Was everything a dream? Or was it that the witch doctor wiped away everything that he did that had to do with Kyle and Hannah?
Perhaps they would never know.