My heart is broken like glass shattered and falling to the floor.
I hear them crack and burst as you step across them as if they weren't there.
My empty shell crumpling without my joy, hope..., and happiness.
My insides twist and burn from it's loss... the loss of you... the loss of trust.
My anger is bitter and painful.
My tears a torrent flood.
You look past it as if it's not there.
It happened. And it matters.
It's ingrained in my memories as if burned by a hot iron.
Bringing flames to my emotions...
Hatred and thoughts of banishment towards you.
Hatred for myself for still loving you...
Love for the the one thing I have of yours
The best part of you... Our Boy....
~Winter Why's~
Thursday, May 3, 2012
The Broken Pieces of My Heart..
You can't help but doubt that they are with you for you if you got pregnant. There's always been a piece of me that believes if I hadn't gotten pregnant that we wouldn't be together.
And maybe that's true. I can't believe that I love him so much. How can you fall so hard and so fast? I knew before we dated I was gone. Even his kisses tasted good. How is that so?
Now I hate him and still Love him.
It seems drinking is more important than me and his own son. Anything for the drink and nothing left for us.
He just told me to take my truck and go.
As much as I just wanted to tell him he's was out of my life I couldn't, but he could say it to me me. How can I believe that he loves me?
Now he's acting like that night never happened, but it did.
If we break up, my son goes with me. He's my son! Not a man who thinks drinkings more important than us.
Why can't things be good for a change? I don't deserve this. I helped so many people till I broke because no one was there for me.
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And maybe that's true. I can't believe that I love him so much. How can you fall so hard and so fast? I knew before we dated I was gone. Even his kisses tasted good. How is that so?
Now I hate him and still Love him.
It seems drinking is more important than me and his own son. Anything for the drink and nothing left for us.
He just told me to take my truck and go.
As much as I just wanted to tell him he's was out of my life I couldn't, but he could say it to me me. How can I believe that he loves me?
Now he's acting like that night never happened, but it did.
If we break up, my son goes with me. He's my son! Not a man who thinks drinkings more important than us.
Why can't things be good for a change? I don't deserve this. I helped so many people till I broke because no one was there for me.
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Sunday, April 22, 2012
The House
I remember when the house was so full, but seemed so empty....
Saturday, April 21, 2012
God's Garden
Teresa Sorensen
God looked around His garden
And He found an empty place
He then looked down upon the earth
And saw your precious face
He put His arms around you
And lifted you to rest;
God' s Garden must be beautiful
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering
He knew you were in pain
He knew you' d never ever
Get well on earth again.
So He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered " Peace be thine "
Then He took you up to Heaven
With Hands so gentle and kind.
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God welcomed you home.
Author Unknown
And He found an empty place
He then looked down upon the earth
And saw your precious face
He put His arms around you
And lifted you to rest;
God' s Garden must be beautiful
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering
He knew you were in pain
He knew you' d never ever
Get well on earth again.
So He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered " Peace be thine "
Then He took you up to Heaven
With Hands so gentle and kind.
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God welcomed you home.
Author Unknown
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
My Frail Old Angel..
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One night I had a dream
It left a tale to tell
I dreamed I saw an Angel
Poor thing, he wasn't well
His body was bruised and battered
His wings ripped and torn
I saw that he could barely walk
He looked so tired and worn
I walked right up and asked him
"How could this be?"
He turned and paused a bit
These words he spoke to me....
"I am your Gaurdian Angel
A great task as you can see
You've run amok all your life
Look what you've done to me
These bruises are from shielding you
In times of dire ill
The drugs you've used so dangerously
I've paid for you that bill
My wings you see are ripped and torn
A noble badge I bare
So many times they've flown for you
From evils un-aware
Each mark has it's own story
Of deadly wounds destroyed
You've made me wish more times than one
That I was un-employed
If only you could make it
Standing on your own
Please don't fret or worry
You are never left alone
I am here to watch over you
Until my powers fail
But always try to remember
I am getting old and frail"
I could barely believe what I've seen
Let alone how much he cared
I wept on his broad shoulders
And left him in dispair
When I looked in the mirror the next morning
I pondered "why shouldI try?"
Then distantly, I thought I heard
A frail old Angel cry
~Author Unknown~
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One night I had a dream
It left a tale to tell
I dreamed I saw an Angel
Poor thing, he wasn't well
His body was bruised and battered
His wings ripped and torn
I saw that he could barely walk
He looked so tired and worn
I walked right up and asked him
"How could this be?"
He turned and paused a bit
These words he spoke to me....
"I am your Gaurdian Angel
A great task as you can see
You've run amok all your life
Look what you've done to me
These bruises are from shielding you
In times of dire ill
The drugs you've used so dangerously
I've paid for you that bill
My wings you see are ripped and torn
A noble badge I bare
So many times they've flown for you
From evils un-aware
Each mark has it's own story
Of deadly wounds destroyed
You've made me wish more times than one
That I was un-employed
If only you could make it
Standing on your own
Please don't fret or worry
You are never left alone
I am here to watch over you
Until my powers fail
But always try to remember
I am getting old and frail"
I could barely believe what I've seen
Let alone how much he cared
I wept on his broad shoulders
And left him in dispair
When I looked in the mirror the next morning
I pondered "why shouldI try?"
Then distantly, I thought I heard
A frail old Angel cry
~Author Unknown~
Work Ethics and Politics...
You know what I love? When they tell you to do monthly report on an area so they can read it and know what's going on, then when you mention something in a meeting (they made you go to!) that was in this report, they say "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" Like you weren't required to email the information to 8 people so they can personally see it. And you're only reply you dare say is it's in your GMP's. Not the real answer of when you go tell them personally that they tell you it's not their problem and don't care.!
Thursday, April 12, 2012
The Rain 4-12-2012
What Can I say? 'Weather In All It's Glory'!
This is the view of my backyard during the lightest portion of the storm... It was freaking Freezing!
"It's Raining... It's Pouring... The Old Man Is Snoring.."
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