A Treasure, A Pleasure

A secret, mysterious, Treasure.

That fills one with a deep, unspoken Pleasure.

Coming to surface what cannot be Measured.

Am I empty or full?

It is something so unknown.

The emptiness consumes.

The fullness blinds.

The pain is stripping my soul inside.

The feelings are burning so high, but why?

Is it love or fate?

I cannot contemplate.

 So vast and high are the feelings I cannot hide.

They burst from within like the sunrise on the tide 

Or the moon's bright shadow deep at night.

Beautiful yet daunting

What may surprise

What lies before my tear spent eyes.

Something awaits my adventurous mind,

Undreamed, Unheard

From the ears of the wise.

Soon it comes

Just as a wave crashes from behind,

Unseen, Unreal

For no one know what truly lies.

That's what makes it a surprise,

A Treasure, A Pleasure

That will soon arrive.

~Madison Bateman

This poem can mean a lot of things to you, it just depends on what you are going through.  You could see it as relating to Love, Life, or even Death.  This is a good poem to ponder on...

Sunrise Bay

The constant changing colors of the sunrise on the bay was truly a work of God!

Cloudy Beach

The clouds at the beach on our last day in California were magnificent! 

Road Trip

I went on a road trip with my mom to California and we had to stop to take pictures of the sunset.  Also the mountains were so majestic, such a good time it was! 

My Little Rhyme

I totally felt my inner Dr. Seuss coming out when I started writing this.  Enjoy this little rhyme I wrote on the fly(:

A nook with a book,

A hook by a brook,

That's all it took

To get a good look,

By the sea,

Even a tree,

That's where to be

When falling asleep,

Relax, 

Lay back,

Take back

What you lack,

Refresh,

Renew, 

Be by a view,

This is important for all of you 

~Madison Bateman

Reflections

This picture was an accident, at first glance I was going to delete it.  I meant to have my friend in focus not the wallpaper on the mirror.  But as I looked at it more, cropped it and made it black and white, it became a work of art.  So be careful when you want to delete a picture because there might be something great hidden inside of it.

I love finding reflections in unique, beautiful places.

Last Breath

 I wrote this poem for my biology class because we are doing an insect project.  We have to kill the insects by suffocating them in a container with nail polish remover in it so we can display them.  It was so sad to watch the poor things twitch and die in a crippling pose!  I couldn't bring myself to do it anymore so I wrote a poem from the insect's perspective, specifically a moth.  It's just personally how I have to get my point across sometimes..so here it is.

Last Breath

Her life is simple,

Drawn to the light she goes off to a place she doesn't remember,

Disoriented and confused,

She goes to a lit corner safe from the others,

Only to be woken trapped in a glass chamber,

Suddenly white balls are dropped down from someone,

She goes to investigate but they are poison,

She climbs to the top of the container,

And finds the last pocket of air and comfort,

Her legs become weak and head so heavy,

She falls hard on her back surrounded by poison,

Looking up she hoped to see blue skies and green grass,

Not a glass dungeon and fogged vision,

Chest burning and legs twitching,

She fades away into a dark slumber...