Beautiful

Beautiful

By Keyria Lockheart

There I stood in a lush green field with decorations of scattered weeded, red, blue and yellow flowers. The breeze whipped through my hair with gentle short breaths. The decorated grass danced back and forth to the melody that was being played by the quartets of crickets, frogs and humming bees nearby. The sky was painted with yellow, orange, red and purple blotches and streaks.

Beautiful, was the only word that could describe something so beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes away from the view that was presented before me nor plug my ears to ignore such beautiful songs. Instead I sat down in the grass that laid belo0w my feet and joined the grass in dancing to each of the melodies. I swayed back and forth rocking slowly to each wave of new songs as the birds joined into the melody by giving their own rendition of how the chorus went as they flew by. There was a faint sound of the sheep baaing on our neighbor’s land. I listened and tried to decipher their voices to see if I could recognize which voice belonged to whom. “Baa Baa,” That was Spot. “Baaaaa,” there was patches. “Baa Bah Baa Bah,” was that Callie? Or was that…

Suddenly I was moved forward by a force other than my own. It was not a harsh force but a gentle strong one. I smiled realizing what the force was from. “Hey Virtue,” I said to my horse as I reached up giving her a loving pat on her nose. She rested her head on my shoulder for a little bit as we looked out at the scene. A few moments later she moved and laid down next to me. “It is so beautiful isn’t it?” I asked her as we sat watching the colors of the sky, acting like mood rings, change form and color. New streaks of color were placed on the masterpiece before us as it laid majestically across the sky.

“The sky is so beautiful. This place was beautiful. Virtue, you are so beautiful” I said giving my horse another loving pat. She gave a whinny as if she agreed with me. “How did I get so lucky? That I get to be here?” but I left the questions unanswered as I smiled at the views and sounds all around. This was a day of peace, this was a day of serenity, this was a day of happiness, this was a day of beauty, this was NOT my day. I am sure it was someone’s day but mine was going to get milk.

Welcome to Keyria's keyz and lockz of Life

I am making this blog so I can post my writing's.

A little about me:

Writing is something I have always done ever since I was a little girl. I love to write and I do not feel like a person without having a pen and paper in front of me. Writing always puts me into a new world, a place where I can be anything or anywhere I want to. It lets others come into that world and join the adventure. I think Dr. Seuss said it best when he said “I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.” Writing lets people escape into wonder and imagination. It lets everyone take an adventure of a lifetime. It is a form of art where a person can create a world of their own just by the tip of a pen and a blank sheet of paper. Each time my pen hits the paper I am always curious to what adventures may await me and those who wish to read and join me. I encourage everyone to write. If I am not writing them I am taking pictures and capturing moments of life. My camera is like my heart, it wants to hold onto and cherish wonderful memories. I was asked to make a simile one day and I thought “life is like a roll of film for you never know how it will develop. You just have to take your chances. The roll unwinds in the dark at first and then it gets shaken around, yet suddenly there’s a light and you’re able to pull out the negative and learn to make positives.” That is how I view life. (If you know photography you will understand that process). I give credit for all I write to God, my family and friends for they always inspire me.

Some of the stuff you will see in my blogs will be: Short stories, random thoughts, poems, lyrics and so much more. I may even add a few of my photo art work considering I am a photographer. Later I will be putting up a blog called Keyria Lockheart's Photography. You may want to check it out. Also I have another two blogs: http://reaching-4-stars.blogspot.com/ and http://keyria-lockhearts-photography.blogspot.com/

Well lets start our first adventure together... below is a poem that I wrote today:

Pretending Reality

I pretended I was loved today, that I actually had a life.
I pretended I had a house with a backyard and I was a beautiful wife.
I pretended I had two kids that loved me very much.
I pretended that I could feel every embrace of every touch.
As my pretended husband would say he loved me and take me by my hand,
Oh how I pretended I had a life that was so grand.
I was filled with happiness and with joy and I thanked God for each day.
Then reality struck me, in the most nightmarish unforgettable way!
I looked around at the trash of my life and felt a tear rest on my cheek
As negative thoughts attack me and making me feel so weak.
I grab my Bible and press it against my heart as if it would block their blow
And pray that it would take away those thoughts as it begins to glow.

Below is a little taste of the new story that I have written. I hope you enjoy it.

"I want to be happy...why can I not be happy?" quizzically the little blue hair girl said to her best friend. "Because being happy means...."She whispers something in her ear but before the blue hair girl could respond her friend's whisper, the friend says out loud "You’re dead." The blue hair girl looks around and only sees sadness in front of her. She looks down at her torn clothes and then back at her friend that is now fading away. "Wake up" Yells her friend before she vanishes. The girl opens her eyes there before her are people she recognizes. Suddenly an urge to have contact with them compels her and she goes to give hugs to people she once knew. However, as she goes to each person they seem to ignore her. "Why won’t you look at me?" She asks each. She tries to touch but is unable to move. She feels as if chains are wrapped tightly around her body..."What is happening to me?" She questions out loud but no one responds to her. ~Keyria Lockheart~

Well that was my introductory so I hope you will come back and visit. If you have questions, comments or just want to talk you can email me at keyrialockheart@yahoo.com. have a blessed day