Pen and Paper by Tigger

I pen all my thoughts to paper
I pen all my evil to be mastered
I pen all that is on my mind
I pen all I feel to see what I find
I pen all with hope to see a cause
I pen all to see detail in what's lost
I pen all my whole world and thoughts
I pen all so I can see what can be taught

Sleep By Tigger

Again she lays in bed, her mind in hell, raging
Again wishing to sleep, with no bad guests coming
Again confronted with her odd thoughts and questioning
Again she tries to put her mind to a peaceful easing



Alone in her thoughts at last, no more wandering
Alone in her sleep and wonderful dreaming
Alone with what she wishes could be happening
Alone in her dreams with all bad thoughts leaving

Wonderful poem I ran across had to share

Death is Nothing At All

Author Unknown

Death is nothing at all.

I have only slipped away to the next room.

I am I and you are you.

Whatever we were to each other,

That, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.

Speak to me in the easy way

which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed

at the little jokes we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word

that it always was.

Let it be spoken without effect.

Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same that it ever was.

There is absolute unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind

because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.

For an interval.

Somewhere. Very near.

Just around the corner.

All is well.