Breathe a poem

Breathe (A Poem)

I remind myself
Breathe.
Close your eyes if you must
but breathe.

One, Two, Three.
Inhale the exhale.
Your heart doesn't need to beat so loud.

Breathe. 
There is no real danger,
nothing to truly fear,
so breathe.

Breathe
in with the peace that surrounds you
out with the anxiety that built.

Breathe
in with the love we share
out with the bottled up fear.

Breathe
sometimes I need to remind myself 
to breathe.
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Where Are You? (A Poem)

where are you? (a poem)
God, where are you
when the world seems dark?
Lord, where are you
when I've lost my way?
Savior, where are you
when I feel alone?
My King, where are you 
when your throne seems far away?
Father Above, where are you
when my heart breaks and turns numb?
Father Above, My King, Savior, Lord, and God
where are you in this day?

God, you are the light of a new day.
Lord, you are the dim lamp that lights my way.
Savior, you are the one holding me up.
My King, you are by my side.
Father Above, you are hugging me tight.
Father Above, My King, Savior, Lord, and God
you are with me making day from my night.

Typically, I publish my poetry towards the end of the month not in the middle of it. However, I really loved how Where Are You came out and couldn’t wait to share this poem with the world.

Sometimes you can’t see God and feel alone. However, He is always there. Most of the time you just have to look for Him. Know He loves you and He is with you.

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Hold Tight (Poetry Reading)

Hold Tight (Poetry Reading)

Hold Tight is a poem I originally published in 2013 and did a recorded reading in 2014. It is this month’s throwback highlight video. This poem is all about holding tight to what is important.

Gripping, ripping
holding tight.
Waking, working
until it's night.
Sleeping, dreaming
but nothing is right;
not here,
not now
when anxiety builds,
and work drains.
Not when my goals
are so far away.
Still I"m
Gripping
to the one I call Lord;
Ripping
away from my old self;
Holding tight
to the promises of God.
Waking
to a new day
and working
until it's night.
Yes I"m
Gripping, ripping
holding tight.
Waking, Working
until it's night.
Sleeping, dreaming
waiting for everything to be right.
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Don’t Buy My Heart (A Poem)

Don't agree with me
when you know we can't be.
Don't stand too close
when my religion feels lost.
Don't buy my heart
when you know one day we will part.

For cuddling seems to near
and that is one thing I fear.
Having the possibility
of home among your arms,
not wanting to release you from my own.

I forget my reasoning,
the excuses are dispearing.
I am alone with the thought
that my heart you may have already bought,
with your laughter and joy
with your friendship and smile
with your intelligence and being loyal
and that would mean all my plans are foiled.
Because the list of how you bought my heart,
well, that could go on for miles.

Don't agree with me
when you know we can't be
So don't buy my heart
when you know one day we will part.
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Purple Cartoon Flower

 Purple Cartoon Flower painting

Title: Purple Cartoon Flower 

Medium: acrylic on canvas

Size: 4 inch by 4 inch 

Date: May 1, 2020

For Sale: email tiffany@forthejoyoftiff.com for more information or simply leave your email address as a comment below.

Write Up

This is a fun and fast painting I did one day. I wanted to try out a new style as an experiment to see how it would work. It turned out cute and delightful painting of a purple cartoon flower. I enjoy the black border and thick outlines on the heart flower and hills. Although it is more of a cartoon style it still has my style in it, which I of course also like.

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On YouTube I do have a playlist dedicated to sped up paintings. I also have a section on this site where I share my visual arts portfolio along with my painting portfolio.

Also if you are interested in purchasing prints of my work you can find my shops on Redbubble and Threadless.

New Day Painting

In April 2014 I took a day to relax and paint. I decided to record myself as I painted outside on a lovely day. I created my painting “New Day,” on that lovely day. Once I finished the painting I took the recording and sped it up so that about 2 hours of work fit into under 3 minutes of video. It’s fun to see the painting come to life right before your eyes.

New Day Painting

Tile: New Day
Size: 10″x 12″
Medium: 
acrylic paint on canvas panel
Reason: 
This was painted in one session and is simply the sun rising on a new day.

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Look For Me (A Poem)

Do not look for me
in the ashes of who I once was.
I will not be found there.
I am in the memories you hold dear
and the jokes we once shared.
I am in the love you have
and the breeze that moves among the trees.
So, do not look for me
in the ashes of who I once was.
Note About The Poem

Sometimes I write poetry for fun or to uplift others. Sometimes I write poems to explain something that is going on internally. Most poems that I share are positive or ends with hope. Look For Me is a different kind of poem.

I wrote Look For Me in August 2019, while I was in Massachusetts helping my family prepare for my brother’s memorial service. It may not be happy, but I do hope it comforts you if you are grieving.

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I Believed (A Poem)

“I Believed” is a poem about my relationship with theater and my beliefs. They have changed over the year, but one thing remains true the stage is part of me.

I don't think I ever truly believed;
not in what was given to me,
not in what I once chose.
No I don't think I ever truly believed
in Wicca, in paganism.

No I didn't believe
in the magic of nature;
not fully,
not until I saw a creator.

What I truly believe in was the stage.
The lights and sound.
I truly and fully believed
in the magic of theatre,
the constructed fantasies.

I truly believed in 
standing tall and giving it my all,
shedding reality showing my soul
with words written, but not my own.

Yes,I believed in the stage,
but confusion of a new life,
in the growing to be an adult.
I forgot.
I turned from my first love
as though a choice had to be made,
as though it was the Creator or the stage.
Not realizing the creator made me for the stage.
Not realzing that all of me deserves to breathe.

Now I believe
There is a Creator up above,
who smiles and loves
when I take the stage and am all of me.
Now I believe
in all of me.
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Second-Hand Love Poem To Love Excerpt

Second-Hand Love (Excerpt from To Love)

To Know First

As part of promoting my book To Love, I will be sharing a few excerpts for the book. These will include both the main chapters, which I call ‘sub-letters’ and the creative pieces that I mixed in.

My heart desires to write a love song
so deep, so true;
one that brings tears
or makes you say, “oh my dear.”
Desire fills me to write words
that could move mountains
or the hardest soul.
Darling, please urge yourself to weep,
as my romantic heart breaks,
because the only love I've known
seems to have been a mistake.
It was far away,
long ago and healed with time.

The heart that broke is no longer mine.
The love I knew is a faded dream,
a distant mystery;
nearly hidden
in the darkened valley of the changed girl.
Yes, I loved once,
but it was not deep, not true,
so how can I tell you of love?
What romance can I give,
except second-hand?

Want To Know More?

You can keep up to date on general information on To Love by going to To Love’s update page and read more blog posts and excerpts by going to the blog category. I also created a video playlist of promotional information.

You can also now purchase the book on Amazon.

To Love The Poem excerpt from book

To Love: The Poem (An Excerpt)

As part of promoting my book To Love, I will be sharing a few excerpts for the book. These will include both the main chapters, which I call ‘sub-letters’ and the creative pieces that I mixed in. This first excerpt is the opening of the book. It is “To Love: The Poem”

 What does it mean to love?
How does it look to love?
Do you know the way to love?
Could you point me down a path to love?



I hope to love.
I look at what it means to love.
I dream of finding my way to love
I search for answers to love.
I do long to love,
so I write to love.
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You can keep up to date on general information on To Love by going to To Love’s update page and read more blog posts and excerpts by going to the blog category. I also created a video playlist of promotional information.

You can also now purchase the book on Amazon.