The Poem

I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.

My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease…
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They’d laugh at me I’d fear.

No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.

I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God! held a book;
It was the book of life.

God looked into his book and said
“Your name I cannot find
I once was going to write it down…
But never found the time”

Joy I live in my own little world.
But it’s OK… They know me Here!

The Sounds We Hear

A/N: So in the spirit of Halloween, I wrote a short piece. Hopefully it is good.  

The Sounds We Hear

She awoke to the sounds of someone knocking. It was loud and violent, and it was coming from the direction of her closed closet.




It when, echoing throughout the old house. It sounded as if whoever was on the other side of her closet door wanted in or out very badly. It was frighten. Yet…

Pulling her blanket closer to her chin, the young girl frowned in confusion. No one but her and her grandmother, from her mother side of the family, were currently residing in the old house. And her grandmother was the serious type, not the kind to pulled pranks such as this. Trying to frighten children was too beneath the older woman.

Which meant either there was someone else in her closet or she was imagining things. And since no one else could have entered their home, being so heavily guided by her grandmother new security system, without them knowing the young Virginia wondered if maybe she was imaging things. Which was strange because like her grandmother she too was of the serious kind.  Little adult as her mother liked to referred to her at times. Yet…the sound continued.




It when, causing the young girl to questioned her sanity. Which was even more frightened then the knocking.

“You are being silly,” She chastised herself. “There is nothing there and you are not losing your mind. There is a perfectly logical reason behind the knocking. Most likely a toy malfunctioning.”

Leaning over in the direction of her bedside table, little Virginia searched for the switched to her night light. Maybe if she placed the light on the noise would stopped. Or maybe she could locate whatever was producing the sound and put to rest her restless mind.

Locating the cord, the young girl pulled it. Quickly darkest flown and light took its position, filling the room.
The knocking continued.

“So it is not a person,” She whispered to herself in somewhat of a relief. If it had been a person they would have paused a bit, even if for a second, once the light had gone on. Yet the knocking processed at the same paced.

Giggling a bit at her own silliest at believing she was going crazy, the young girl took in a deep breath -right nothing to fear- and pushed her blanket away. She stood.

Strolling over to the closet, she processed to open it. Grabbing the doorknob, she made to turn the handle when she noted something peculiar. The knocking noise had stopped and an awful smell was drifting from beneath the door. It smelled of blood, vomit and rotten eggs. Removing her hand of the knob, the young girl froze. For a moment she thought about a horror movie she and her best friend had gone to see a couple of days before her visited to her grandmother’s and her heart began to race. She took a step back and the noise returned.

This time it sounded as if whoever was on the other side had switched from using their knuckles for knocking to using their body or at least something heavier.




It when and the young girl fled the room, screaming.


It is almost halloween
Day of fear and fright
Monsters and ghosts
Aliens and zombies
It is almost halloween
Bright red lips
Blood dripping to the floor
Loose eyeballs
Broken arms
It is almost halloween
Faceless beings
Dark portals
Consuming flesh
It is almost halloween
Creeping. crawling. bending
It is almost halloween

Black and Blue Rose Petals fall

Black and blue rose petals falls, while time raced against the universe
Hearts fly and rose grow, 
Clouds floating in the sky. 
We’re born, 
We grow, 
We live our lives the way we make it, then we die. 
That’s life…
Chat what we can change,
 Live what how we can live
 Black and blue rose petals falls, while time raced against the universe
Hearts fly and roses grow, 
Clouds float, 
We are what we make of life
Nobody can change you but you, 
No one can live your life for you.
Black and blue rose petals falls, while time raced against theuniverse

Read Across The Globe

Read Across The Globe

So today is October 19 and do you all know what happens on October 19? No? Well today is the day in which schools around the globe aim to break a record.What record? The record of how many teachers and students around the world can read the same texts and discuss about it within a day. The current record at the moment stands at 238,620 students read to by adults. The aim this year is to break that record and reach 300,000 students read to by adults. Why is this record settling goal important? It is important because it raises awareness for the literacy crisis across the globe. So now the next question become are you a part of this movement?