Christmas time is something special
Something that just warms your soul.
Something that fills you with peace
And always surrounds you with joy.
Sounds of Christmas, oh how joyous
Hear them everywhere you go.
Silver bells, their pretty ringing
Christmas songs, their wondrous sounds.
Friends surround you, laughing, smiling
Rejoice in their beaming joy
The feeling you get when giving
Is the brightest in the soul.
May we feel the joy of Christmas
May we laugh and love more now
Sing the praises to the highest
Happy Birthday, to my Lord.

This poem was written during a day when I just couldn't become happy. Everything I tried just wouldn't work. So I tried writing. This is the poem I got. For a small tribute, thanks to Paige, Ty, and Rachel, the three friends that are mentioned in the poem.

Gloom
That's the dark shroud that covers me
The darkness the seems to hang over me
And fill that emptiness in my heart.

I see the worry in a friend's eyes.
She wonders if I'm okay.
I hear the joke in my friend's voice
As he tries to cheer me up.
And I laugh, and smile,
but the gloom returns quickly.

Maybe all I need is a hug
And a friend is right there to give me one.
She makes me feel better
And for a while, I am happy.
But a sarcastic comment drops me again.

But really, what reason do I have
To feel down, to feel sad?
I have friends
And they care about me.
They want my happiness
The same way I want theirs.

Within the dark gloom
There is a pinprick of light.
And while It isn't enough to shake the blackness
It is enough
To make me feel
A little better.

My Master’s Soldier
Jarom Norris

Bang! Crash! Roar!
The Dragon was upon us.
He was at the gate. His fury was a black fire pouring from his mouth, and his army was behind him.
And where was I?
I was standing before the chosen one,
of whom the Master said
“I will send the first.”
He calls out to all of us
“Who will fight on the front lines, and be my soldiers?”
And I cried out “I will!”
Little did I know that my calling as a soldier would go beyond fighting the dragon.

I am one of the Master’s Elite
and I have been saved until the war was hardest.
The adversaries’ arrows and darts are sharper now, and his puppets are everywhere.
But his darts cannot harm me, because I am wearing the armor that the Master made for me, and I will never take it off.
I am a Knight in Shining Armor
And I am a Guardsman.
But what am I guarding?
I am guarding the light that I hold.
The Light I need to cut through the darkness.
I am guarding sacred things
that the enemy tries to squander.
I am guarding my sisters around me,
for while I carry the Master’s sword
they carry His blazing fire.
I am guarding my wounded brethren
who have been hit by burning arrows
and tending to them, so they can fight once more.

But my calling isn’t only to defend,
But to fight back.
I hold the Sword of Faith in my hand,
and it is strong and sharp.
I will fight in memory of
My God, my Religion, and Freedom, and my Peace, my wife, and my children.
I see a spirit of the enemy watching me, he is in my every evil I see, enticing me, trying to draw me into a trap.
Why does he try to pull me down?
Because I cut him down in the Battle of Heaven.
But let him know this: I am not afraid to do it again.

I follow the banner of the chosen one.
His banner is purity, virtue, loyalty, wisdom, faith, love, charity, diligence, knowledge, agency, patience, hope, divine nature, respect, humility, kindness, integrity, balance.
His banner is godliness.

My light can be spread to others.
I can find those who are lost in the darkness because they don’t have the light, or those who are bleeding from fiery darts, and lead them, and heal them.
I will use my fire to forge them their own sword of faith, and then we can be allies in this fight.

I am a warrior, a guardsman, a knight, a teacher, a rescuer, a soldier.
But most of all, I am a servant.
I am here to fight for the Master.
He is the source of my light, the fuel of my fire, and the creator of my armor.
My heart is his.
And one day, I will bow before him, and he will say
“Rise,
You are victorious.”

Thick Night
A poem written to the song Sdrawkcab, by Jeremiah Peña

The bell tolls
The night is upon the town
And few souls still hustle around
Twilight’s magic has faded
But midnights magic has just begun.

What life could exist in the dark?
What light could dwell in the shadows?
The night is a dark and loathsome place
But for some, darkness is peace.

The swirling mists of dark
So deep, so knowing
Dark is deep inside
Hidden from the light, the shadows grow.

New opportunities swirl with the curtains of shadow
New power lies within the thick blackness
New strength in the invisible darkness.

Stars gleam
Such a glorious and beautiful sight they are!
So majestic, so full of energy and power
Sparkling in the sky like the treasures of a goddess.

The bell tolls.
Twilight’s magic has faded.
But midnight’s has just begun.

Glorious Sunrise

Sunrise
The warm rays of the sun stretch across the land
And light upon every
Field
Hut
Home
Manor
And Castle

Glorious light
Accents the tall, majestic spires
And the tiny, delicate blades
Of the grasses

Warm Light
Seeps through the cold darkness
Cuts through the thick shadow
Like a powerful sword
And warms the heart with it’s touch

Strong light
Brings new light into the land
The love of a new day into the air
And reawakens strength.

Bright Light
Warm Light
Life Light
Glorious Light

(The title doesn't seem to fit that will for some reason. Any help on that?)

Still Water swirls around me
Everywhere, and yet not felt
Nothing but another domain
Another Element
It isn't a foreign thing
Just thick air
But it makes me stronger
I can jump higher
And dance all the more spectacular.
The water is like an extent of me
Because I offered it my body
And when it took it,
I captured it with my soul

(Title is not official)

Walking through the hall
a book clutched tight against my chest
like a shield from sorrow.
Eyes on the ground, walking quickly
as if not wanting to slow down and think
because I'm aftaid of my own thoughts.
Caught in the dreary state between dream and despair
A mixture of
Frustration
Thoughtfulness
Tiredness
And lack of confidence
Bottled up in my heart.
But there is something else.
Lying on my bed, I let my despair melt
Like cold snow.
But it leaves behind one last emotion
The special feeling of joy
That lingered
When she looked into my eyes
And gave me her smile.