She is Happy

She loves the little things.
She loves the way birds sing to lighten the day,
She loves the way the ocean relentlessly kisses the shore,
And she loves the way the clouds are always dancing.
She loves the whistles the creeks sound as they move by,
She loves how the sunlight dapples through blooming trees,
She loves how the air smells in the shade of a spring day.

She loves being happy.
She loves bright colors because they lighten the soul.
She loves a pure smile and how it captures in a never ending photo.
She loves happy music and the way it makes her want to bounce alive.
She loves the laughter of friends and how it brings them together.
She loves the future for its possibilities and the past for its lessons.

She loves how chocolate can change her mood
And how a kind word can flip a whole day right side up.
She loves that a smile can span deeper than the ocean
And how a laugh can shake someone's world louder than thunder.
She loves the world unconditionally because she firstly loves herself.

She's not afraid to hold back what defines her
And she's willing to show the world who she is inside and out.
She doesn't wear make up because she has no need for a mask.
Happiness is her mask, love is the string that holds it to her,
And hope is the glue that makes it stick.

She believes in all things because she stands for herself.
She can be happy because she knows what the opposite hurts like.
She can see the beauty of all things
Because she has been past the dark line that defines them.
She can go to all places because she believes in them
And she isn't afraid to change or grow.

Her purpose is to have purpose and leave a path behind for others to follow.

She keeps her head up even when her shoulders drop low.
She tries to laugh when the world is telling her to cry.
When she is sad, she lays under the sun and soaks up all the goodness it gifts to the Earth.
She may be sad a little sometime but she is always happy.
She is because she chooses to be.

She's faced her fears and stands tall in their wake.
She's been through trenches of mud but her legs never stopped.
She has her scars but she doesn't cover them up.
She doesn't hide her troubles and in that way, they no longer exist.
She is strong because she has to be.
Her smile is backed by pure pride and an endless truth that life is good.

She believes in the best outcome of everything.
She believes that everyone has good in them.
And she knows that everything will be its best in the end.

When the world is falling apart and the sky is falling down, she looks up and smiles at the missing pieces because now it's their time to shine.

She knows that the world isn't perfect and she knows that people aren't either,
But whatever the way, she believes in the hope that stitches all things together
And she knows that her light will never truly fade.

She is like a star in the nighttime sky.
Even if she is surrounded by darkness she still shines bright,
And even when she is gone, her light will always remain.

This is the story of a girl who is the strongest one of us all.
She is the power that never renders, that never fails, that never doesn't get back up.
This is about a girl who is happy in all sorts of times
And who has the utmost faith in the world.
This is a girl who will always love because she is loved.
She is happy
And she knows the world to be.

First Bird of Morn

I hear the bird chirping and it makes my heart sing, it opens my eyes, and awakes my heart from its slumber, it is a truly marvelous thing.

Flying

I love dreams where I can fly. It makes my heart soar above creation when I think about it.
               - Anne M. Kelley

Upside Down

As the clouds smooth out over the line of the orange sky as they meet like the horizon. I watched from my dreary bedroom window as I imagine as though the clouds were the sea and where it met the orange sky was the impeccable line of which the horizon was. And the two were just simply turned upside down, and then I thought to myself, a world in which the two worlds of different day dreams meet. Oh the wonders that flashed through my mind, and all so much that happens.

2012

Until you people realize what I'm capable of, you should enjoy the planet while it lasts...And yes, I knew the Mayans, and they knew that my lucky number is Twelve.
               -Anne M. Kelley

Writing

Writing from the heart is easy. It's what goes in between that's hard.
          ~Anne M. Kelley

When I grow up.

I always ask people, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" They say something, and I support their idea, because that's what I think. I always ask this question so that they can ask me back, and when they don't, I just go all out and say it. "When I grow up, i want to be an author." When I was littler, i said that I wanted to be a Veterinarian, but now, I don't want to do that anymore. Don't get me wrong, I love animals, and I would love to be their doctor, but I know what you have to do to get there. I guess you can say I'm lazy, which isn't very nice, but true on somethings, sometimes. Plus, I hate math, I hate it so much, and I say that it's stupid and pointless for teachers and those people to teach me all this really random, confusing, pointless stuff, because one, I won't remember it, and two, because I will NEVER use it in my life. So now, it's actually been a couple years now, like maybe four or five years that I have wanted to be an author. I love writing, and I love everything about it. There's nothing you can do or say that would make me change my mind. It sucks, for you. This is what I want to do for the rest of my life, and that's what I'm going to do. So next time someone asks me, or I have to put it out there myself, I'm going to say,

"That's so cool, I can totally see you doing something like that! That's really is cool. When i grow up, I want to be and author, and a really good and famous one, and I want my book(s) to be made into movies and I'll be on talk shows and everything. I'll have lots of money and live in a really nice house, and I'd help all my friends who need it." I think about this all the time, especially when I'm in writing. I think about how shy I'll be on those talk shows, and I'll tell them that this is what I knew was going to happen. I know that this sounds like a little child's foolish day dreaming, but you can say or think what ever you want, but nothing will change my mind. I know that this is going to happen because I can see it, and I believe it with all my heart and soul. I love what I do, and I always will.

A Wretched Heartache

I'm in love with someone who's 468 miles away from me and I cant do anything about it. 
I try to forget and move on, but I cant let go no matter how hard I try. 
He is a ghost who haunts my dreams
And where every I go, he is always there. 
I am cursed at the thought of the kiss on my cheek that he wont remember. 
And here as I try to hold back, I bring myself to tears. . .

Sometimes i cant quite write my poetry to sound just right, so that whom ever reading can understand what my heart is whispering to my soul...