I wish that I would have been the one to run into you.
I wish that I could make you sit and listen to the letters you wrote me over and over again, the lies you told.
But soon, soon she will be 18, and soon all the lies you told her will be the undoing of you, just like they were for your other daughter. I think you would have learned you lesson.
Dueling Mindsets
Why am I here? And where am I going?
I come to find myself needing to say at this time in my life, those things which I am not quite so brave to share out loud. So I figured I would create a space for the other me.
The one who cries, and loves, and is broken beyond repair. The one no one ever sees, or loves the one who for all intents and purposes does not exist.
So why don't you join me on this journey?
This is the place I am going to say those things I can never say out loud. Those things that will make most cringe, and others think I've become the devil himself. But I need to say it. I need to get it out. And maybe you do too!
The one who cries, and loves, and is broken beyond repair. The one no one ever sees, or loves the one who for all intents and purposes does not exist.
So why don't you join me on this journey?
This is the place I am going to say those things I can never say out loud. Those things that will make most cringe, and others think I've become the devil himself. But I need to say it. I need to get it out. And maybe you do too!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
To my love
When wanting, becomes needing,
When desire, becomes aching,
When dreams, become wishes,
I must take a moment, and step away
Otherwise, I'll just stay bRoKEn
It is too hard to watch you walk away
I apologize for the distance,
I don't know what else to do,
Please pardon my silence.
I love you.
When desire, becomes aching,
When dreams, become wishes,
I must take a moment, and step away
Otherwise, I'll just stay bRoKEn
It is too hard to watch you walk away
I apologize for the distance,
I don't know what else to do,
Please pardon my silence.
I love you.
From His Whore to His Love
To his love....
It's me, the hot young miss that's got your mans attention
Just writing to apologize
So sorry dear that you have to pay for my sins.
That your love has strayed to me
So sorry dear that every time I kiss him,
he wonders who it is, you are kissing
Every time I lay down with him,
you get accused of doing the same
Everytime I call his name,
He wonders what name escapes your mouth
Over and over again,
you will pay for my time with him
without even knowing I exist.
His paranoia will drive him crazy when he's with you
realizing even the sweet ones are capapble of reaching out
Are you reaching out?
Probably not, but it doesn't matter.
either way you lose this game you don't even know you are playing,
I get the attention I want,
You get to pay for my sins
It's me, the hot young miss that's got your mans attention
Just writing to apologize
So sorry dear that you have to pay for my sins.
That your love has strayed to me
So sorry dear that every time I kiss him,
he wonders who it is, you are kissing
Every time I lay down with him,
you get accused of doing the same
Everytime I call his name,
He wonders what name escapes your mouth
Over and over again,
you will pay for my time with him
without even knowing I exist.
His paranoia will drive him crazy when he's with you
realizing even the sweet ones are capapble of reaching out
Are you reaching out?
Probably not, but it doesn't matter.
either way you lose this game you don't even know you are playing,
I get the attention I want,
You get to pay for my sins
Drown Quietly
Um if you wouldn't mind
you're making too much noise.
So... your head is underwater
just breathe easy, it's a choice
Um could you please focus
Try not to kick so hard?
Damn, We're trying to save you.
Don't you see you've came this far?
We've been standing here for hours
putting our world on hold,
you've hardly said a thing
except "help the water's cold"
Help yourself! You know you can
Stop the tears from flowing and dry your little face
Yes, We see that you are drowing
We just wish you'd do it with more grace.
you're making too much noise.
So... your head is underwater
just breathe easy, it's a choice
Um could you please focus
Try not to kick so hard?
Damn, We're trying to save you.
Don't you see you've came this far?
We've been standing here for hours
putting our world on hold,
you've hardly said a thing
except "help the water's cold"
Help yourself! You know you can
Stop the tears from flowing and dry your little face
Yes, We see that you are drowing
We just wish you'd do it with more grace.
Bigger
And Much Afraid walks ever so softly through the dark woods, careful not to make any sound and disturb Bigger. Bigger had been asleep for a few hours so Much Afraid had a brief respite from his demands. Though now spoken with a soft tone, the meaning beneath each broken word that escaped his mouth cut her. She no longer felt it, just hated cleaning up the bloody mess left behind.
There is an escape for Much afraid. She can close her eyes and disappear to her time in the sun. In this hidden place in her mind, she found the peace missing elsewhere. Back to the day she met her King. . .
Making Bigger angry had left her lying broken on the floor. She was much too tired to even bother to get up this time. She closed her eyes and welcomed the darkness, and an end to being little. She laid there, untouched, unnoticed so long, Much Afraid and everyone else, forgot that she even existed. She had become the nothing Bigger had always wanted.
Much afraid was awakened by soft footsteps by her side. Opening her eyes she saw a familiar face, a kind man from her past. He took her hand and helped her to her feet. Much afraid was overwhelmed at the kindness in his touch, she could hardly breathe. And then she looked into his eyes, lost forever in a place she had been longing to be.
The King held her close and bandaged her broken spirit. He told her over and over again that things would be OK, so much so that Much Afraid began to believe him. She believed so much in the Kings words, that her body no longer shook when Bigger came. With great ease she blew away his broken words. She was strong and confident and brave.
But, as in every story in which Much Afraid had ever played, the sunshine faded. The King stepped farther, and farther away, so far she could no longer see his kind eyes or hear his sweet voice. Don't go, she had pleaded, don't leave me in this place, please. The King shook his head, smiling sweetly, calling her Silly, and telling her she would be just fine. If only.
How? How does Much Afraid face a new day without the sun? How does she go willingly into the darkness she had been set free from, back to the land of Bigger, where she no longer exists? If only she could make the King understand. If he knew how much he meant, he would never ever take his Sunshine away. If he knew how small and scared and alone she felt without her King, he would reign in her world always and all ways.
There is an escape for Much afraid. She can close her eyes and disappear to her time in the sun. In this hidden place in her mind, she found the peace missing elsewhere. Back to the day she met her King. . .
Making Bigger angry had left her lying broken on the floor. She was much too tired to even bother to get up this time. She closed her eyes and welcomed the darkness, and an end to being little. She laid there, untouched, unnoticed so long, Much Afraid and everyone else, forgot that she even existed. She had become the nothing Bigger had always wanted.
Much afraid was awakened by soft footsteps by her side. Opening her eyes she saw a familiar face, a kind man from her past. He took her hand and helped her to her feet. Much afraid was overwhelmed at the kindness in his touch, she could hardly breathe. And then she looked into his eyes, lost forever in a place she had been longing to be.
The King held her close and bandaged her broken spirit. He told her over and over again that things would be OK, so much so that Much Afraid began to believe him. She believed so much in the Kings words, that her body no longer shook when Bigger came. With great ease she blew away his broken words. She was strong and confident and brave.
But, as in every story in which Much Afraid had ever played, the sunshine faded. The King stepped farther, and farther away, so far she could no longer see his kind eyes or hear his sweet voice. Don't go, she had pleaded, don't leave me in this place, please. The King shook his head, smiling sweetly, calling her Silly, and telling her she would be just fine. If only.
How? How does Much Afraid face a new day without the sun? How does she go willingly into the darkness she had been set free from, back to the land of Bigger, where she no longer exists? If only she could make the King understand. If he knew how much he meant, he would never ever take his Sunshine away. If he knew how small and scared and alone she felt without her King, he would reign in her world always and all ways.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Hate
Hate, a feeling I'm not allowed to have
But a feeling that rages within me
A feeling that makes me say things and do things I'd never imagine
I hate my daddy for making me so fucked up
I hate my mother for not showing me how to be strong woman
I hate red shorts and the child molester fuck who etched that memory in my mind
I hate when she calls me and tries to suck me into her crazy
I hate that I love him
I hate that I didn't punch her in the throat when I could have.
I hate that my daughter is sick
I hate that no one loves her but me
I hate the motherfucker who made her so sick
I hate the scars on my legs
I hate waking up at 3 oclock every fucking night in a panic
I hate that he put a matching scar on the other side of my mouth
I hate that I love so much
I hate that I'd rather have a beer than a meal
I hate puking
I hate feeling lost and sad
I hate crying
I hate that your finger doesn't have the indent of our wedding band anymore
I hate that my heart hurts all the fucking time
I hate that I care about you
I hate doing everything alone
I hate that I can't let anyone help me
I hate that I'm such a confused, mixed up mess of a woman
I hate that there really is no one I'd feel ok saying any of this to in person
But a feeling that rages within me
A feeling that makes me say things and do things I'd never imagine
I hate my daddy for making me so fucked up
I hate my mother for not showing me how to be strong woman
I hate red shorts and the child molester fuck who etched that memory in my mind
I hate when she calls me and tries to suck me into her crazy
I hate that I love him
I hate that I didn't punch her in the throat when I could have.
I hate that my daughter is sick
I hate that no one loves her but me
I hate the motherfucker who made her so sick
I hate the scars on my legs
I hate waking up at 3 oclock every fucking night in a panic
I hate that he put a matching scar on the other side of my mouth
I hate that I love so much
I hate that I'd rather have a beer than a meal
I hate puking
I hate feeling lost and sad
I hate crying
I hate that your finger doesn't have the indent of our wedding band anymore
I hate that my heart hurts all the fucking time
I hate that I care about you
I hate doing everything alone
I hate that I can't let anyone help me
I hate that I'm such a confused, mixed up mess of a woman
I hate that there really is no one I'd feel ok saying any of this to in person
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Pain
Pain seeps from every part of me today
I know why, and I don't
My stomach feels sick
My heart hurts
My head a lil dizzy
I want my home
I want normal
I don't wanna feel like this anymore
I wish I could be back to mad
Mad feels soooo much better
Mad doesn't hurt
I know why, and I don't
My stomach feels sick
My heart hurts
My head a lil dizzy
I want my home
I want normal
I don't wanna feel like this anymore
I wish I could be back to mad
Mad feels soooo much better
Mad doesn't hurt
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