Escribo porque hablar a veces no puedo
pues cuando lo intento me lleno de miedo
escribo porque mis palabras tienen mas efecto
transpasan toda barrera y llegan al centro
de tu corazón y comienzan a crecer dentro de ti
y a su tiempo dan fruto y te hacen feliz
escribo porque mis palabras te dan ese abrazo
el abrazo que no recibes del mismo que te toma de tu brazo
del que te dice que te ama pero no lo demuestra
escribo porque mi poesia muchas veces es tu respuesta
y aun cuando no escribo en ti estoy pensando
pues si suelto el lapiz es solo porque algo mejor estoy planiando
mis pensamientos en orden estoy plantando
solo para luego regresar con palabras que te estan enamorando
escribo no para mi sino para complacerte a ti
pues aun sin conocerte ya te has vuelto parte de mi
You drain my pain and take it away
you help me survive with everything you say
and now finally when i scream i know somone can hear
and being here with out you is how i dissipear
you wipe away the blood that stains my life
you fix my broken heart and you take away the knife
you make me realize that i shouldnt always take the blame
you made me crawl out of the silence in which i came
i am no longer sad i can make it on my own
im not stuck on what i once had and i feel no longer alone
but sometimes i feel bad whenever your not here cause being here
without you is how i dissipear.
-Spencer Coggsdale dedicated to Sue Ann Barrera
I forgot to eat lunch
left it cooling
in the microwave,
running all around
doing year end things.
The phone keeps ringing
interrupting everything,
then I have to start over
if I ever want to
get anything done.
Don't call me!
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
(My very first poem)
I used to hide
In my pine tree
I could feel safe and big
Sitting in my monkey fort.
Now I can't
They say I'm too old
Instead I sit in the cafeteria
Eating my bananas.
(C) 1971, 1998 RosaSheila Barrera
This poem was published in "LA FONT" a high school literary collection....
My home is in Heaven
the next best thing
is God's house here
built on this earth
I share my thoughts
prayers for everyone
with the other saints
over a cup of coffee
We share a Pot Luck
while we celebrate
our freedom in Christ
sin no longer holds us
Pastor Bill leads us
bathed in the Scriptures
toward our eternal home
the road lined with grace
We worship Father God
our Savior, His Son
calling the Holy Spirit
within our hearts
There's so much love
lots of hugs to spare
Biblical advice abounds
holding hands in prayer
During the week, help
is just a phone call away
our sisters-in-Christ
have been there before
My great church family
full of love, understanding
I don't have to travel
The Way all by myself.
To: PATHWAYS COMMUNITY CHURCH
With Love,
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
I wanted my muse to dance with me
but I was just handed a bouquet
of artificial flowers.
Now what am I supposed to do with that!
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
My muse lays sleeping
ignoring my pleas to wake
wanting only to keep dreaming.
But I cannot see those dreams!
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
The peacefulness of its blue light
blinking into my catnap
never stirs me from my daydreaming,
rather lets me know
my computer is waiting for my next move.
Just like the cursor
when it turns on and off,
that blinking blue light tells me to come
whenever I'm ready, so my computer will be too,
it seems to love the touch of my fingers.
I'm only so happy to be obliged.
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
Sometimes a friendship
just gets tired,
it wants something new
to grasp onto.
There is a new level
it desires,
but cannot bridge the gap
til some part dies.
Tears wash it clean...
an eraser in the teacher's hand
wipes the slate clean;
we both learn.
We skip on that sidewalk
hand in hand
tossing our pet rock
across the pond.
We jump rope,
escaping the noose
that wanted to choke us,
but in perfect time.
Our shirts will match perfectly again.
To: Aimee
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
Big fellow
your tan is so dark
I thought you were
a mouse!
Out of the corner
of my eye
you darted
into the bushes
so fast
your form
was just a dart
from Cupid's arrow
that missed my heart.
I'm sorry I scare you so
I guess we could
never be
lovers.
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
Somehow writing to You, Lord
makes it all seem perfect;
while I write, You tell me
the way You want things to be.
Sometimes You can show me
how things look to You,
just a little bit anyway,
I have to stretch to see.
I like sharing with You
all the things I want to do
while You make suggestions
I never have thought of.
I don't hear Your voice
really, though somehow
I know what it is You tell me
even without seeing it.
Only You know how to do that!
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
Like a friend
G000gle always finds me
what I need
though not always
what I want.
G000gle even tells me
a little about myself
though he misses
some of the important stuff.
G000gle, I'm telling you,
there's always more
than meets the eye;
you need to look
deep within.
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
Your broken body
strewn in pieces
up, down the road
reminds me the enemy
cannot win in the end.
You were just an innocent
one who lived in a garden
though your shiny black scales
would make one think otherwise
since snakes symbolize evil.
I feel sorry for you.
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
Holy Spirit, Mine
You are the dove
nesting in my heart
warming my soul.
You make my tent
cozy to be in
full of Your Word.
You shoot arrows
catching the enemy
right in the eye.
Your wind blows
my sorrows away
with sweet aromas.
Your fire burns
each sin of mine
past the shadows.
You guide me gently
along this river
that is my life.
I am grateful.
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
She stood before us
tears streaming down her face
telling of the terror
a small child feels
being abused.
Her only sanctuary
had been a small church
that had picked her up
by bus, Sunday mornings
to tell her about the Lamb.
It was only years later
she learned of the Crucifixion
His pain and suffering
at the hands of zealots
in the Hebrew nation.
She told us how He comforts her
takes away the memories,
His scarred hands
holding her in His lap
in a forever hug.
The nightmare is over.
REV 12:11
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
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