the Best JennyCrackas Wifey's blog: "Poetry 2"

While sitting in the water wading in the bathtub I find a bottle on the side of the rim. The bottle said "Bubbles for your bath" I open the cap with anticipation that a surprise is inside. A bubble flies out of the hole as if it wanted to be free. I reached for the bubble with outgoing hands as if I needed to speak to the bubble. But something strange happened when I touched it. A small 'POP' was heard throughout the room as my little bubble that wanted to escape from the bottle vanished into thin air. As I lay there I could feel in the bottle other little bubbles that wanted their freedom so badly as the last bubble did. I poored the contents within the bottle into the water in the tub. Suds full of bubbles started to appear as it hit the water. It was as if I just released a whole prison group from their cell. All bubbles were free and filling the tub full of joy. Others started to float away finally being free from their prison. As I reached towards them to say goodbye again I hear the sound that echoes the entire room. POP goes a bubble. POP goes another. POP goes all the others I so wished to touch and wish them a safe journey. POP goes the bubbles that have wished for their freedom. As I look and touch all that's around me I see all my friends disappear as if on one was here to begin with. As I lay there in the tub full of water. I lay there with a sad expression on my face. All the bubbles that were here for me were gone in an instant. It was like a blink of an eye. I see something floating in the distance of the rim of the tub. A bubble lays there still clinging onto life. Gently I was able to pick it up in my two hands. "You are alone...like me. You should be where your friends are" I let the bubble float from my hand and fly into the air. I touched it to say my last goodbye to my friend. POP goes the bubble and the sound echoes endlessly in the room.

Round and shiny you'd better watch out One wrong move and it's broken Floating so effotlessly Across the bright sky What is this? You can see through it Though it may look odd Don't let it fall And pop can you tell yet What is this? Blow it into shape Try and catch it Before it falls What is this? BUBBLES BUBBLES BUBBLES BUBBLES BUBBLES BUBBLES

Cookie Jar Cookie Butter Cookie Marshmellows Cookie Dough Cookie Umm thats about it Muahahaha

Hippity hop the balloon went pop It's life was short but sweet as it floated across the street Freed from the grasp of sticky hands it ventured in search of far off lands But all it could manage a short swift dash then bump into the baby's carriage With a bang it expired too short a life for one so inspired But venture it did from life it never hid To be free was all it sought everything else counted for nought

Great big yawn as I cuddle with Pookie Another day begins I hope Jon made lasagna Rolling my eyes at Odie He wants to play fetch Filling my tummy with all the food Jon brought home I think I might go take a nap Even though it's not yet noon I roll into my bed Let's see if there is anything left for a snack still hungry Don't forget to get my lasagna tomorrow Jon or else Garfield the Big Orange Cat

"I'm so sorry miss, my careless nephew here wasn't watching where he was throwing now was he?" The tall dark man said lovingly to his kin. "It's quite alright, really." She said, gazing up at the man's deep and shiny black eyes. "Well, when they're young like this it's better to get the messege across early." He replied, looking down at the thin figure below him. She was pretty if not gorgeous with her complimenting tone and tan skin. He caught her rain water eyes in his and smiled. "I suppose you're going to want this back?" She asked, picking up the heart of the conversatioin with her free hand. "Yes, thanks. And again, sorry about the mishap, I'm sure it won't happen anymore. Will it Spencer?" The unknown man's dark hair blew in the wind, causing him to squint a little as he patted the young boy's head. She noticed the little boy's freckles that were spotted upon his nose were equivelent to the frothy sand being invaded by the strong ocean. "No..." Spencer sighed loudly, swinging one leg over the other and looking down in shame. Krissy started to feel bad. "Why don't you run along now, go play with big Grandpa Tim!" The man said with a big smile that convinced the boy to run off, completely leaving his sadness behind. Krissy was envious of how the child just let go so easily. "Kids..." The man murmured. "They're great arn't they?" Krissy replied lightly. "Yeah... So what brings you here?" He asked her, pulling his brown and orange trunks up as he took his seat beside her. "I come here every day, just to relax, write, and listen to the ocean." She said with a certain hollow in her throaty voice. "That's a good enough answer for me." He said. "My name's John by the way." He held his caloused hand out in front her. She looked from his eyes back to his kind hands and gladly took it in hers. There was a certain zing to his hand shake that began to wake her up to the world and everything she was missing out on. A smile almost made it to her lips, but died away abruptly, as if her past was dragging her down and down. "I'm Krissy." She said releasing his strong fingers. "I like that name." He commented, looking right through her, trying to soothe her broken soul...

Krissy was unlike most girls at the age of 23. She didn't party, hardly ever drank,and she most certainly wasn't in any relationship. Her days were usually spent near the ocean, scratching things down in her custom journal she made five years back when her mother had died. The timing of her mourning showed through all the tattered pages scribbled in black ink. Her salty ocean tears poured out in the book, smearing the neat red lines. Her life was bad back then and not much better now without any friends or family left to talk to. The one thing she depended on was her journal, always within sight. She layed out on the damp cool sand, cradling her diary and soaking up the sun's torturing rays. She closed her sad gray eyes with pleasure as the heat stroked her thin body. Her long dull brunette hair framed around her face and out of her eyes as she balanced her receeding weight on her palm. Her beach bag lay innocently next to her, nearly camoflauging perfectly with the smooth earth. She just barely peeled open her eyes to see the dreadful, yet beautiful yellow sun stinging her brain as she gazed into it. She wanted it to take her away. Her eyes, she thought, were going to burn lobster red like her body used to scorch. A hot tear ran down her high mountain of a cheek bone and touched the corner of her mouth, dampening her dry tongue with her own tears. Her bony hand came up and wiped away the foggy drop that was starting to form in her tear duct. Her journal fell from her lap and into the molehill of sand she had experimented with just moments before. She tore her gaze from the sun's violent rays, closing her eyes again for a long time, this time putting large brown sunglasses on for protection. Krissy looked back on her wall of the past as she relaxed, allowing the weather to dry up her bleeding insides. Her stomach churned just about the thought of her mother's murder and the hurt her father put her through. James, her father, had severe anger problems that had led to a terrible marrige and unfortunatly her mother's death. She remembered every vivid detail of the scene when she got home from her very last day of school for the rest of her life. The very first day of summer after she finished her senior year. She looked back on her high school years and realized how happy she used to be. She was the head cheerleader, the popular one, the girl with the prettiest face and the most friends in the whole school. She remembered how loved she used to feel and how bubbly she used to be. The past tore at her now, forcing her to beg for her long-ago yester years. A bright red frisbee hovered down above her frame, casting a big dark shadow above her pretty face. She didn't have time to react before it hit her with a light force upon her head. "Ow!" She exclaimed, even though it really didn't hurt. The surprise plummeted further when saw the lean and quite handsome man towering above her...

Our life is like a stairway reaching for the sky. Climbing ever so upward with stars in each eye. It twirls and it twists till heaven you have reached. Finding everlasting peace as on a sunny beach The climb of life is hard, each step you labor for. Some days you may climb one, others maybe more; At the beginning of the stairs you start with such a pace Running up the stairs, as if running in a race; As you move on up, they get slower with each step Not moving so briskly now, losing some of your pep. But as you labor hard and the top is now in your view. You can’t remember when, your journey was so new. As you look down at the others, climbing slowly to the top. You do your best to cheer them, their steps they must not stop. You must keep on climbing, I hope you realize. I now begin to see it, our awesome heavenly prize. As some of us reach the top, we mourn with much despair. Not realizing forever, they haven’t got a care. We hurt and we cry because our helper we have lost. When we realize we now must count the cost; We should jump for joy, their race they have won. Knowing now for them, the laboring is done. We need only fret, if stairs they did not climb. Choosing another life, following nothing but their mind; To climb up these stairs, it takes faith for you to win. Knowing that our Savior is there as we enter in;

What do we fear most when death comes to visit? Is it unknown intentions? Death never asks, "how are you today?" Death already knows its your time. In illness death announces to the world... "I am here..." The rest of us who were blind Now see it's your time to leave And, our hearts begin to bleed. Hearts lovingly pumped and living... Violently slashed and bleeding Paralyzing emotional shock My light is gone No longer can I see. Shivering cold and turning blue I am the infant soft warm, all anew I no nothing of this death I cry for dear life Necessity, love, and to live. Where is my light to live? When family is called to their time My tears I cannot hide In his presence he is more beautiful than i've ever seen he is already in peace It is I who mourn Before his time. The way to live is here he is still beautiful wearing death's cloak My tears shower light And I burn.

I’m sorry it took so long To find your resting place We’ve swam through sorrow Filled with anger and disgrace Sad times and mad times With oh so many tears We’ve taken off our goggles Been stripped of life’s veneers I’m writing you this poem With hope in my heart That you’ll try and forgive us For stalling from your depart You see it’s all so very new No matter what the calendar reads And I want you to know Why I feel it’s my place To bless this site magical Your final resting place