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A Mothers Day
Never forget why and how you're here.
Say A Little Prayer For You
Its funny how you think you have everyone. But when the time comes, no one is with you but yourself. Sometimes, no...always, its up to you to be the main character for yourself and be strong. And carry the whole world on your shoulders without letting them see your tired and that you struggle. Because everyone else is a "supporting" character. Backround. Some stand idly by and watch hoping you fall under all that weight, but all watch you in envy wishing they could handle life and what it throws at you the way you do. You know I will always love you and continue to watch over you. I can't be there for you but know I will walk behind you to fight off those who wish to harm you. Every day in heaven, I kneel down to say a littler prayer. Just. For you.
Trouble On My Mind
Im not disrespectful or disrespecting. Maybe I don't feel the fear of falling because the world doesn't stop. Death is the concept and the world is the word. I don't have the same fear of dying because death is a concept. And I hold the word dearly and embrace it. And push death away like an estranged family member. When the reaper stands at the foot of my bed, I won't fight or ask why. Because in my mind, I'll be back where I was before.
She's not sure what it feels
To want something you can't have.
Some forbidden fruit,
These feelings wrap around her
Like strong firm hands
And clasp tightly around her being.
She catches gerself looking his way
She cannot help
But notice his presence,
Who he is,
And his effect on her.
She's been looking for this
All her life.
A partner to laugh
That's her other half.
There hands meet,
Soft and even.
Her breath is caught
Until her eyes become heavy to hold up
And she drift into a deep sleep.
She takes a bite of him,
Of her forbidden fruit.
Now she lies
Gracefaully down in this glass case.
Waiting for eternity's kiss of life and death
And everything good and evil,
And sweet and spolied
To wake her up.
Maybe to find that someday,
After life has past gently by
Like a slight breeze in the summer time;
That maybe her forbiddent fruit
Wont be so foridden anymore.
Because she knows,
Like splashed water on her face,
What it's like to want
Slow Path of Life
As they lay in bed. He lays on bed. Her bed. A hammer hits, metal on metal to the tick of the clock. Tic-BEAT-tock-Beat-tic-BEAT-tock-BEAT. Their heartbeats vibrate a point on the soft mattress and echoe life to warm ears.
But to live doesn't mean your alive. And I swear I'm going crazy. That's all I said. And I swear I'm going crazy.
Saturday Morning the Finer Things In Life
The birds chirped outside with their faces up to the sun. A fresh new weekend to rejuvanate and become clean from the sinful week of seven days. To think clearly and thoughtfully and write precisely and peacfully about all the decisions I've made and not regret, but learn from my mistakes and keep moving forward, never back. Chamges have fallen upon me unexpectedly and I have gladly taken them. My physical and mental have felt the weight of it all and have kept the positives and changed the negatives into something better. Better than what it was. Days like this are the finer things in life. Never take them for granted or ignore them. Always treause and take them with you. Why ? Because soon they will be all you have. One distant meaningful memory of one of the finer things in life.
They try to tell me it's my fault. That I'm changing. Welp, oh well. We all gotta change, no one stays the same forever. Especially with all these changing factors around us. Changing is the painfulest part in life. No one likes change but it's good. So they all need suck it up like the rest of us, keep calm, and ginger on....
Four foot nine.
Cucka and slippers.
Ridiculous, Drink, Drink,Drink.
Deana, A blast.
Two peas in a pod.
Black hair& famous boobs.
The girls clique, Roger.
The heart of the clique.
Loves a good time, Ronnie.
Just cant get enough.
Pauly, Pauly D., I wanna go to the gym.
Gel, a comb, and a blow dryer.
Big blowouts, Fresh, Fresh, Fresh!
Stalker Danielle, Awww Yeaa, Fist pump.
Wake yo asses up!
"Sea buiscut, hook up."
Whats in a real boob?
Yo everybody, it's T-shirt time!
Loves the G'NO.
Guys night out.
Gym, Weights, Lift.
Mike, The situation.
Sitch and Mike.
Pullin the robbery.
6-pack, The gym.
Mike, Mike, Mike !
Hookup, Hook Up. DTF.
-Never fall in love at the 'Shore.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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