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I get it, you want to see me happy I know you think it'll solve everything But for you it's easy You're smart, outgoing, and amazingly pretty I'm not like you I'm not open and smiley I don't know...
Two halves are torn Then separated Locked apart Later berated. Two halves are torn Then pieced together Worn and dirtied From the weather.
My Lourdes Pilgrimage A couple of years ago I was invited to go with a group of local people to 'Lourdes,' in France.
C ouldn't get over you, it O nly left me feeling blue. but now M aybe I'm starting to, P lease believe me, this is the truth. L et's see what's around the bend, E verythings not so bittersweet.
I'm not really a Mothering Sunday fan, and haven't been for a long time.
He controlled me for years I never questioned him I hid my tears To make sure he couldn't criticize them The scars that came from his never ending game Will always be there, reminding me of that...
Woe to those Who are beaten and bruised Whose simple needs Are always refused How I wish they knew That I am here And always be willing To dry their tears Woe to those Who have been cast...
#acrostic. Many moons ago. Yin was feeling low. Shades of black tainted her heart. Through her journey to a brand new start. Endless rivers of tears she cried. Resenting her heart cause it lied.
My Loving Momma Melva Rita, I Love & Miss You So Much My Momma has been deceased for four years as of March 4th , 2009 , I couldn't say the word Momma...
The box it sits. on my desk top. I walk to open it. Then i stop. I touch its engravings. Chiseled in stone. Is my name. My very own. I trace my fingers. Down the side.
My mother is dead. Pain pulses and pounds To the very finger tips of my being, Then curls back viciously, vacuously, Violating every sinew back to my heart.
Punch the wall. Touch a flame. This is my fault Oh, what a shame. Scald your skin. Slit your wrist. My next act, Is not to be missed. Take some drugs. Enjoy your pain.
I hug myself closely I'm scared and so cold With no place to call home Like this, I won't grow old But then a light hit me An angel came to say, "Hello there, I'm here to help you today" She took...
A few weeks before Christmas i lost my baby to an ectopic pregnancy. I was 11 weeks gone and went through hell and back (hence why i haven't been here).
New beginnings, are in store, My life is feeling, fresh once more. Moving on, to better times, Moving on, I hear the chime. New beginnings, an open door, I can't wait, to finally soar.
#acrostic. H er heart is battered, bleeding on the floor. E verybody loves her, they all want more. A nd I know she doesn't see me. R ight here by the door, I see.
The sun beams down upon the morning dew. Beauty captured by seasons passing. It's rays refuelling weakened souls. Melancholy replaced with laughing. The warmth from such a powerful source.
You've nothing left to fear, There's something standing near. Your hurt will run and hide, With Angels by your side. You've nothing left to dread, There's something near instead.
Rude at the end. Read on...
It feels like... I'm finally ready, you know. I feel happy I feel peaceful I feel prepared. I tried so long to be perfect: To gain control of it all, And wake up each morning with spirit and hope.
I once saw a girl. Who was amazing to me. The look in her eyes. Was one to be free. Her heart was in pieces. Shattered in two. Really I thought. How could this be true. I dived in her soul.
We fell in love once, We can do it again, All it takes, Is for your memory to regain, I will love you, Forever and a day, I will wait for you, And repeat the vows I had to say, In one accident, Our...
In the park, a few blocks from the shopping centre, and a few blocks from the library, was a bench. It was a very old, worn down bench.
Pulling on pyjamas, Opening a bottle of beer, Cutting up dinner, Trying to wash my hair, The kitchen's new decoration, Most of a tin of soup, Asking him to help me, That's now just on a loop.