NaPoWriMo Day:18 First Sounds

The bird goes tweet
the owl hoots
the secondhand on the clock
goes tick, tick, tick.

A child whispering
a vacuüm humming
a turn signal on a car
goes click. click, click.

A crowd of people talking a mile away
daily annoying sounds that we take for granted
my teenage son heard for the first time today.

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memoirs of a homemaker
One Time Pad
Thoughts Of Beauty In The Stillness Of Dawn…
EllieBloo
Chris Galvin
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NaPoWriMo Day:17 Latin Lover

His dark tousled hair
fell lightly over his tan shoulders
not too long
and not too short
but just right for a
latin lover.

He flashed a pearly white smile
and winked his dark chestnut-colored eye
and she swooned.

She reached out her hand
touching his.
He grabbed a hold of her tightly
kissing her with the passion
she had always dreamed of.

They fell into each others arms
on the sandy beach
not too fast
and not too slow
but just right for a
latin lover.

She laid cuddled beside him
it was just like a dream
he told her te quiero
her body wanted to scream.

She opened her eyes
searched through the night
her lover was gone
he was not in her sight.

She wanted to cry
about this horrible nightmare
but instead she looked up at the stars
and waited for her
latin lover.

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142 Books
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memoirs of a homemaker
One Time Pad
Thoughts Of Beauty In The Stillness Of Dawn…
EllieBloo
Chris Galvin
Poetry, Prose, Art and other Creative Things
Stephen Kellogg’s Blog
Turning Paige 

NaPoWriMo Day:16 You Will Be My Love

nothing can stop me
not in this life or the next
you will be my love

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One Time Pad
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EllieBloo
Chris Galvin
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Turning Paige 
 

NaPoWriMo Day:15 A Spicy Encounter

Her eyes
a deep oceanic blue
glazed and fixated
on something off in the distance
something only she could see.

Saliva pooled in her mouth
forcing her to swallow
repeatedly.

Beads of sweat
began to form across her
wrinkle-free browline.

She inhaled deeply
held the air
inside her
for a few seconds
then quickly she exhaled
every bit of it out.

She begins to sweat profusely
hyperventilation occurs.

Suddenly she screams out
OH MY GOD!!!

Right at the exact moment
she can no longer take it
she lifts her delicate
yet clammy hand
across her beautifully flushed face
wiping away all traces of sweat.

She refocuses
trying to control her breathing.

But before she can fully recover
she opens her devil red
painted lips
and takes another bite
of that enormous
crisp
bright green
jalapeno.

Sealing her fate yet again
for an encounter of the spicy kind!

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One Time Pad
Thoughts Of Beauty In The Stillness Of Dawn…
EllieBloo
Chris Galvin
Poetry, Prose, Art and other Creative Things
Stephen Kellogg’s Blog
Turning Paige 

NaPoWriMo Day:14 Unhappy Ending

It was the last straw
The end
One fight too many
Arms desperately reached out
She dropped to her knees
Makeup and tears streaming
Down her aged face
She squealed
Grasping at the deadened
Stale air between them
Pleaseeee
Don’t leaveee meee
As the door slammed behind him
As it had done daily
For more than 20 years
She lay on the floor
In the fetal position
Heaving and crying
Gasping for air
Minutes turned into hours
Hours felt like days
When she could no longer cry
When her tears had finally dried up
She picked herself up
And walked into her room
Climbed into the queen sized empty bed
The dogs all deceased and gone
The children
No longer kids
Had families of their own
Packed up and moved away
A long time ago
All that was left was a house full of silence
And painful memories
She stared at the wall
Full of photos
She was in none of them
She was where she had always been
Behind the camera
Behind the scenes
The life on hold
As she uplifted
The lives of everyone else
Now there she was again
Alone
Tired
Tossed aside
Left to rot
Teardrops falling once more
And just as it had always been
There was nobody left
To wipe them away
So she slipped
Further and further
Back into the abyss
Into the one place
Where the pain
Could no longer exist
It was the end
Her unhappy ending

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One Time Pad
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EllieBloo
Chris Galvin 

NaPoWriMo Day:13 Be Very Superstitious

Avoid the black cats
that cross your path
and walk in your way

Don’t go under ladders
or open umbrellas indoors
those will ruin your day

These are some of the things
*knock on wood*
that will change our luck
from bad to good

A ridiculous kid’s game
skipping over cracks
an age-old superstition
not to break our mother’s backs

Delicately pick up pieces of glass
from dozens of broken mirrors
your bad luck is imminent
multiply each by 7 years

Quickly throw over the shoulder
the spilt salt raining down upon the floor
then chant a dead loved one’s name
while brushing it out the door

Yellowed pages
ripping
at the seams
stuffed with dead 4-leaf clovers

A rusty horseshoe
hanging
by one nail
above a forgotten entrance

Tucked deep inside
a worn out pocket
three balding rabbit’s feet
and five copper pennies

Be very superstitious
it is Friday the 13th.

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One Time Pad
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EllieBloo
Chris Galvin 

NaPoWriMo Day:12 6 Word Poem

I have
no desire
to write

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One Time Pad
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EllieBloo
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NaPoWriMo Day:11 Sibling Day Haiku

my dearest brother
your love deep within my heart
can not be replaced

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One Time Pad
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EllieBloo
Chris Galvin 

NaPoWriMo Day:10 Three Little Letters

Three little letters
Proceeded to stalk me
Everywhere I went
Identical three little letters

Nonessential
Minute little letters
Commanding
Heart-clenching

Woeful
Unbearable
Mighty frightening
Modest little letters

Three little letters
Proceeded to mock me
Everywhere I went
Identical three little letters

Influential
Permute little letters
Demanding
Gut-wrenching

Soulful
Terrible
Jolt of lightening
Honest little letters

Those three little letters
Have struck again
And ravaged me

Those dreadful
Shocking
Appalling
little letters

R.
I.
P.

If you visit no other blogs today please visit Sensitivity. The world has lost a tremendous poetic talent and someone that I will miss terribly. May you R.I.P. that which you did not have in life.

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One Time Pad
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EllieBloo
Chris Galvin 

NaPoWriMo Day:9 Surviving The ABC’s

Although most of my life has been

Between a rock and hard place

Constant I shall remain

Diligently thriving with grace

Exceeding my own expectations

Freeing myself completely from hatred of others

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One Time Pad
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NaPoWriMo Day:8 The Colored Egg

spring pastels

pinks, blues, yellows

warm sunny colors

oranges, reds

glow-in-the-dark

slime greens

a blank egg shaped canvas

children’s voices echo

laughter and joy fill the air

a mother awaits

 the first bite

of her child’s masterpiece

crack, peel, yum

there’s nothing better

than a colored Easter egg

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One Time Pad
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EllieBloo
Chris Galvin 

NaPoWriMo Day:7 A Sábado de Gloria Memory

Animated faces in a crowd
people of all ages gather around.
One of the best days en mi memoria
was this very day, Sábado de Gloria.

The Sun shined down, warming everyone
then someone cried out, “Look he has a gun.”
But this type of gun posed not a deadly threat
its main intent was to get, the entire crowd wet.

The children joined in, their parents too
gallons of water into the air flew.
The great water event started before noon
and continued all day ‘til the emerge of the moon.

Oh what a glorious Saturday
when everyone came together to play.
The moral of this story my dearest friend
is of harmony and bliss when we let love transcend.

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One Time Pad
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NaPoWriMo Day:6 Smells Like Haiku

sand and surf beckon

 a fragrant coconut trail

just follow your nose

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One Time Pad
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EllieBloo
Chris Galvin 

NaPoWriMo Day: 5 Waiting

Wait…

waiting…

What am I waiting for?

I’m left here

just

waiting…

ready to walk out the door.

He has no respect

I feel like a joke

I could very well croak

 while

waiting…

Sigh…

yawning…

I can’t take any more

of this

waiting…

What am I waiting for?

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memoirs of a homemaker
One Time Pad
Thoughts Of Beauty In The Stillness Of Dawn…
EllieBloo
Chris Galvin 

NaPoWriMo Day: 4 The Wedding Blues

The bride-to-be gets ready
the groom is nowhere to be seen.
He’s off getting drunk
as he always has,
wondering if he is making a mistake.
The bride-to-be’s mother
helps her to get ready.
Pastel colored shadow
swept across sad and confused
distant eyes.
A baby girl all grown up with a baby girl of her own.
No longer needs her mommy
or does she?
The bride-to-be slips on her white wedding dress
it’s cheap, from Ross
no frills, no lace,
just a plain
white colored dress.
Ill-fitted and a mess.
The bride-to-be looks in the mirror
she hates what she sees.
A sad, depressed blob of a woman.
Unrecognizable to the woman’s memories.
Those eyes,
once alive and full of sparkle
now dark, dead
full of pain and disappointment.
She waits,
scanning the parking lot
for the “man of her dreams.”
Finally,
as the sun begins to set
her prince charming shows up
drunk,
nothing new to their daily life together.
He reeks of alcohol and a future filled with empty promises.
Tears flow down the bride-to-be’s cheeks
as she watches her soon to be groom get dressed.
For one moment their eyes lock
and they both know instantly
their future will be fraught with more pain
more tears
more fights.
Maybe she should run away
maybe she should have listened to her parents
maybe she is making the biggest mistake of her young life
for nothing ever ends well that starts out this damaged.

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memoirs of a homemaker
One Time Pad
Thoughts Of Beauty In The Stillness Of Dawn…
EllieBloo
Chris Galvin 

NaPoWriMo Day:3 A Pirate’s Limerick

There once was a girl rather dumb
who dressed like a pirate for fun
she’d enter the bar
all a sudden yell arrr
then swallow seamen with her rum

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memoirs of a homemaker
One Time Pad
Thoughts Of Beauty In The Stillness Of Dawn…
EllieBloo
Chris Galvin 

NaPoWriMo Day 2: The Scorching Days of Spring

Humid
Saturated
Muggy day

Ensnared
Concentrated
Sweltering afternoon

Melted
Dissipated
Gooey night

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memoirs of a homemaker
One Time Pad
Thoughts Of Beauty In The Stillness Of Dawn…
EllieBloo
Chris Galvin 

What Does April Start With? Poetry!

It’s the first of April Many things for me to do Write a poem for national poetry month And trick that April’s fool

So where do I begin Whatever shall I write I tried my hand at triolet But I couldn’t get it right

How about a nice haiku Something short and sweet But there’s nothing I can say That will sweep you off your feet

Hey a Shakespeare sonnet An ode to times of yore But by the time I’d finish that I’d be passed out on the floor

So I’ll write this little poem here And I’ll even make it rhyme I’ll even prompt for you to comment If you have the extra time

But if you have no extra time Please make a mental note To return here every day this month And read the poems that I’ve wrote

NaPoWriMo has officially kicked off. If you haven’t noticed I am participating this year. Here’s to a whole month of poems from me to you. Cheers! Don’t forget to visit, share, and comment on these following poets pages as well:

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Moonlit Magic

Google Image

As the sun did descend
into the abyss
the moon came to view
our first passionate kiss.

Our mouths start to tango
hearts beating as one
the warmth of our breath
flaming hot as the sun.

Your arms they engulfed me
strongly and secure
I looked in your eyes
mesmerizing and pure.

Enchantments soft whisper
echoed through the sand
freeing its potion
as we walked hand in hand

Your charms diluted me
I could not refuse
our bodies gave in
to the moonlight’s pale hues.

The trees swaying gently
a magical sight
applauding we lovers
making love through the night.

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Gravity

So I saw a link on Facebook to a 5 minute Fiction write. Unfortunately, what I didn’t know is I was an hour late. The blog owner is Eastern Standard Time and I am Central, that is an hour difference. Anyway, I want to share the poem I wrote in under 5 minutes. Let me know what you think; how did my brain and heart do while racing against the clock….The prompt was the word Gravity.

Ok you win
on my knees again.
Too many times
we’ve committed these crimes
a crime against lust
a lack of trust.
Always ends the same
you screwing with my brain.
It’s all just a love depravity
that always ends with gravity.
You pull me further down
until I hit the ground.
There’s nothing more to say
we do this every day.
Now I’m left to chose
some you win and some you lose.
You won my heart and I the cavity
and I owe it all to gravity.
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Monday’s Mental Manuscript

When I started my poetry blog I had actually begun on another site other than blogspot. But, when I tried to get adsense on it, problems arose and I was forced to redo everything and move to blogspot. Now here I sit with adsense shut off because they make it appear like you will make money. HA I could have found that amount of money in my couch!!! Awwww the things you learn along the way. Now it’s been a year with both of my blogs; poetry and rambling and I have seen others blogs and all I can say is…..I WANT ONE. *waaaaa*

I wanted my blogs to be a huge experience not only for me but, for my readers as well. I didn’t think I would get this many readers, I was actually surprised that a year later I would still be here writing blogs instead of being a famous poet. Yea, I jest at that last comment, I am well aware of the nothing great happens over night quote. I knew I would get a following but, it would take more time than it has.

Convenience; is what I was hoping for. Background design is super important, because if it looks dull to me it will to others as well. Don’t underestimate a background that makes your work look well put together, is what I am saying. I like to take my time and make it all look beautiful. Maybe I am a little OCD about it but, regular small font on a plain background screams…..BORING!! If a writer doesn’t take the time to make their blog as unique as they are how am I suppose to be interested in what they write. I know I know, writing speaks for itself but, maybe the real reason we fell asleep during class wasn’t for the words but, the background on which they were written. Yes, I am reaching a bit. LOL

I am giving out way too many insider secrets here though. LOL Seriously, while writing or designing my blog I am thinking like a business woman AND a client. I think the best businesses do just that and although this business makes me no money to really be considered a business, I still treat it as one. I want beauty and brains in my blog; you know, like what I am. LOL My blog is a reflection of who I am, hence the pen name InJensMind. I want you the reader to have an all access pass into my thoughts; into ME.

I have been saying I will eventually combine both blogs into one for convenience. I also will at some point have my own domain for the blogs. But, at this moment I have to stick with that other huge vocabulary word; Frugality. I am not in a position to be putting money into my blog when I have bills and kids to raise, that would be asinine of me. Maybe I will check around and see about wordpress; wait, is wordpress free like blogger? It’s enough to remember to get on one blog with all the other one’s we read daily let alone remember two. I have got to solve this issue shortly, if not just for all of you but, for me and my sanity

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Snow Day

The snow twirls high
the snow twirls low
while passing by
the cold window.
It turns one way
and then the next
like child’s play
yet more complex.
It came and went
without a sound
so innocent
yet so profound.

Love The Way you Lie

I did it again I came in stumbling
I can’t speak out so I end up mumbling.
I slammed the door so hard the pictures fell
I hate myself so much I want out of this Hell.
I can’t see in the dark so I trip over the couch
I start cursing at it before I can say ouch.
I tear up whatever is in my way
I don’t care if you go or if you stay.
By the time I get to the hallway the house is a mess
I don’t care anymore I have enough stress.
I see you lying there in the bed alone
I come at you like a cyclone.
“Get up out of this bed, go clean this house.”
as I grab you hard, tearing your blouse.
You try to get up but, I stomp off in a rage
go to the closet and grab my 12 gauge
You are crying so loud but, I don’t hear a sound
until the gun let’s off a single round.
I am shocked by the noise, I drop the gun in a hurry
I stumble to the bed but, my vision is still blurry.
You aren’t moving, “my God what have I done?”
“What the hell made me so mad to pick up that gun?”
Standing there in tears I scream,”baby I didn’t mean it.”
” I drank too much, I love you, the beer made me do it.”
I put my hand to your face to see if your breathing
I can’t see too clearly but, I don’t see you bleeding.
I reach in my pocket and pull out my phone
I call 911 and give them the address to my home.
The cops soon arrive you haven’t moved at all
I let them in and stand with my back against the wall.
They tell me,”Sir come in here, we really need to talk.”
I don’t know how I didn’t fall since I still could barely walk.
My eyes dart open and I grasp for a breath of air
I yell your name when I see you sitting there.
The cops put handcuffs on me and say I’m going to jail
“You’re lucky you didn’t kill her,you might get out on bail.”
“Baby, I love you madly, I would never want you to die.”
She looked at me in my face and said “I love the way you lie.”
Now my wife has moved to a location that I am not to know
they say I’ll be out of prison in a few years, I’m really hoping so.
So, I sit here everyday and think of her while in my cell
I thought my life was bad before now I really am in Hell.

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Random Reasoning

 So In my infinite wisdom and ramblings I have decided I needed a blog to write about everything else in my life outside of the poetry,music, and books. Therefore, this blog was born. *Crowd goes wild, fist-pumping and wooting* Thank you, thank you. LOL. I would have so easily gone off-topic on my other blog, not a good look when you are trying to be a professional, or so I have heard. I don’t know, do professionals ever get off-topic? Or are they brains of steel when it comes to being focused on the topic at hand? I don’t really know any professionals to ask this question of. Most everyone I have ever known were Blue Collar (comedy, lol) workers,not so professional.


 I, myself, am very random at times, I couldn’t focus on a watch to be hypnotized. I can’t even focus enough to meditate, which makes converting to Buddhism quite the task really. I don’t know if it is just my lack of focusing skill or my over abundance of the I don’t care; but it truly is a miracle to get me to stay in one place on one thing for the length of the time to finish it. I was hoping when I grew up that would change but, it hasn’t so I guess we are both stuck with it. Honestly, if I look at it from your, the reader’s perspective, I can see how it may be an issue. But, then again, I can say at least I am never boring. LOL. I am a roller coaster of randomness and I show no signs of slowing down. So make sure you strap on your helmets and safety belts and just  kick back and enjoy the ups and downs of my never ordinary, never boring amusement park life.

Hate that I love you

 

Your pain is my pain I hurt so very deep
all I have is words right now even though talk is cheap.
I cannot bear to hear you suffering it bothers me more and more so
I need to show you but I cannot so I am just making sure you know.
I hate it that I love you so and can’t get you off my mind
sick of worrying and losing sleep for reasons left undefined.
Why do you make me repeat myself and tell you how i feel?
Why don’t you believe me, can’t you see that I’m for real?
I sit and stress til I cry because I can’t have what I want
you know it’s you that makes me this way yet you act so nonchalant.
I don’t expect for you to tell me that your love for me is true
but, when I say I love you, can’t you say it to me too?


Keyboard Killers

E thug this, E thug that
how G can you be typing in a chat.
Clickity clack your fingers are flying
if you say you’re somebody you must be lying.
Making E threats, shooting blanks
does your army come with little plastic tanks?
The royalty of roasting, you must smoke crack
to think you do damage from a keyboard attack.
Ain’t nobody hurting except maybe your hand
chronic carpal tunnel hope you got an insurance plan.
You can’t win a war from a keyboard
but when it comes to spamming you get the award.
The net is so great it let’s you pretend
but, your life still sucks when your library time comes to an end.






Broken Body

Trinity of The Broken
Robert Campin
about 1435
Gold, silver and silk embroidery, pearls, glass
beads and velvet applique on linen, 112 x 64 cm
Vienna, Kunsthistorisches Museum

Deep, aching, stabbing,wretched, pain
barely walking, limping, body strain.
Exhausted, fragile, paleness
unhealthy, aging,signs of stress.
Numbing, tingling,constant, hurt
no turning back now, cannot avert.
Pushing forward inch by inch
each step I take makes me flinch.
Pills,creams,meds and all
nothing helps I just sit and bawl.
Too young to have my body break
don’t know how much more that I can take.
Doctors help that’s what they do
but, doctors here think I’m a fool.
Treatment costs so very much
without insurance a cure is out of touch.
So I pick myself up and do what I must
til it’s ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

So Close Yet So Far

The stars shine so bright in the sky as I sit shivering on this chilly night
I look for an answer to my prayers throughout the heaven’s mysterious light.
My mind starts to wonder as I search among the stars
I begin to hear music, angelic guitars.
The clouds start swaying as if they were dancing to the sounds of the universe
the trees reaching out to heaven as if to shake hands and converse.
I feel like I am floating I am reaching towards the sky
I really want to go with them but, I haven’t said good-bye.
I slowly come back to consciousness, I couldn’t leave just yet
I have unfinished business I must tend to, as I awake in a cold sweat.
There’s a touch, so soft and gentle on my face
I open my eyes to see I am in a strange place.
My children standing over me with tears upon their cheeks
turns out I was in the hospital, had been there several weeks.

I had tried to take my life one night they explained in utter pain
apparently I was upset so bad I literally went insane.
Guilt it is a funny thing it can eat your heart and soul
I didn’t want to hurt them, just to end the suffering was my goal.
I am back at home now, I am getting better everyday
I just couldn’t leave my family, so I made up my mind to stay.
Sometimes, I still stare at the sky, and imagine how it’d be
to hold and kiss my long lost ones and reunite our family tree.




Love Hurts

Sometimes I get scared when you are not around
my mind fills with thoughts to the point I almost begin to drown.
I try to push them out of my head and just feel you in my heart
I feel so empty without you I almost fall apart.
And just when I feel I’m about to lose it all
you walk back in my life and say those words so very small.
They fill my soul with so much light
I cant help but know I shouldn’t give up the fight.
I may get quite shy at times and not know what to say
but I need you to know it’s you I think of every single day.
I don’t know how you do it how you make me feel so great
all that I know is this has got to be fate.
Sometimes I get so down because I miss you so bad
then my heart fills with rage over something I thought that we had.
I picture your face in my mind, I see it so clear
then comes the hopeless feelings of jealousy and fear.
Tears begin to run down my face, one by one then a lot
til I can’t even move from all the pain that it brought.
I sit and I cry and I can’t figure it out
that’s when I realize the reason for this pain is that I love you without any doubt.
It hurts me inside because you are absentee
I keep screaming out loud, “how could you forget about me?”
When I finally pick myself up and become strong once more
something happens I just can’t ignore.
You come back to me and it’s like you were there all along
then I think to myself I must have been wrong.
I hope you don’t get upset that I am telling you this
but there’s something about us together I just can’t dismiss.
I try and be patient knowing that one day it will all be ok
I just miss you so much when you are away.
You make me so happy you make me shine bright
I feel like a princess, you are my white knight.
Maybe it scares you that I come on too strong
I hope you forgive me if I am doing this wrong.
I dream of you nightly is that such a crime
I want you with me forever not just some of the time.
I say these things to you because I can’t hold it inside
I don’t care who knows how much I love you, I have nothing to hide.
You don’t mean to hurt me I can hear it in your voice
things are this way because we have no other choice.
Just close your eyes, put your hand on your heart, what do you feel?
You are within me and I within you, you know this is real.
Open up to me, let me heal you, let me take away all of your pain
you have nothing to lose but have so very much to gain

Friends,Who Needs Them

Hey stupid, yes you
people don’t give a damn about what they do to you
what you thought was the meaning of friends was a lie
they’d just as soon stab you in the back and wish that you’d die
there is a difference in what you thought and what is reality
not everything you see is really what it appears to be
nobody cares about a person’s feelings no more
they’ll just shut out everyone like they’re slamming a door
seems to me it’s a tad bit hypocritical
this is why I have a hard time not being cynical
people talking kindly to your face one day
then come to find out your trust they betray
maybe it’s the best to keep your feelings on a shelf
keep your heart locked up and love only yourself
it it seems very necessary in this day and age
people hurting one another their hearts and minds filled with rage
I spent many years mistrusting everyone in my life
when I finally opened up I found I had been stabbed in the back with a knife
I really wish I had just stayed true to myself nothing to lose nothing to gain
then I wouldn’t be here now enduring this pain.