VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
November 8

There are friends we set apart,
That are different from the rest.
Each and every day that comes,
They give their very best.

Always cheer you when you're sad,
Do their best to make you smile.
They know when you are lonely,
With you they'll stay a while.

You see, these friends are different
Because we've never met.
The only time we spend with them,
Is when we're on the net.

They are what a friend should be.
One who's loyal and true blue.
And this my dear sweet friend,
Happens to be YOU!

©~ southbreeze ~


"I just kept on doing what everyone starts out doing. The real question is, why did other people stop?"
- William Stafford -


"Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control. These three alone lead to sovereign power."
- Alfred Tennyson -


"Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together."
- Vincent van Gogh -


I find that I'm slipping back into a sort of shell, to a place where I'm never going to allow anyone to enter my life, to where I fear any sort of intimacy, to a place where I'm guarded and unwilling to be open to new things, new experiences, to where if I never love then I will never feel as empty as I have for so long. Funny it's better to be empty rather then to face the opportunity of being fulfilled and it all draining away in a blink of time

I watched the fullest of moons slowly become hidden by the shadow of something bigger than itself, it took time but yet it happened, and then when it could stand being in the shadows no longer it emerged from the other side and was more brilliant and better than the time is life


I worry about saying the wrong thing that will bring the silence once again. The silence is so hard, for everyday that it is present a sort of death occurs within the soul, an emptiness takes place of emotion, that is something that is there without knowledge until it begins to slip away.


A person lives, to be loved. A person loves, to have lived.
- Michael Crowgey -


Sometimes I feel as though there are Angels surrounding me, guiding me leading me to some unknown happiness that is just beyond my reach, as though I need their wings to fly away towards it.


Delicate petals
soft shades of peach
leaves just a whisper
snowflakes cover
turning it brown
and leaving it for dead
that is how I feel
I first blossomed under your touch
and now in the coming of winter
I feel as though I have died
left myself, and have become someone unknown
I question my sanity at times
I wonder so much.
but one thing I know,
Is I'd give all just for your touch


What does one do when the darkness descends on the soul where you see no light only despair, where only the hurt and the pain are felt, What does one do when the feelings inside your head are what controls you and you know they are not right, and you fight to win and you continue to lose. What do you do when all you can do is cry, and you feel like you have forgotten what it is like to laugh. what do you do when you feel like your dead inside that your just a shell walking and going through the actions, where there is no emotion, no feelings nothing.

When things should be exciting you dread the rising of the new sun. You long for eternal sleep, but are to much of a coward to lend a hand in it's coming. What do you do to satisfy the souls yearning for peace, for love, for the fulfillment of dreams. For the tears to stop. For it all to end


Kids need love the most when they're acting most unlovable.
- Erma Bombeck -