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| Just goodbye... So long ago I lost myself along the way Spent time listening to everyone Listening to the voices of long ago The echoes of a different time and place Allowing them to suck me under But like a thunder storm, loud and brutal Something snapped inside of me Like Independence Day, fireworks went off. The rage I never let myself feels, Never touched upon, always ran from Like yesterdays leftovers, stomach unsettled The rage wrapped around me, Pulling and pushing all my buttons. Here I am like a fool, a jester Playing a joke on myself Hearing all the nagging words of yesterday, Playing the tunes over and over, And the loudest cry of them all Rings like an echoing bell inside of me... Why....why should I bend over backwards....? Why should I sacrifice all? For one who was never there for me... Who never protected me....? Never truly loved me.... The shout rings out Like a shot from a gun Hitting me hard, sinking into the depths of my soul, And then the guilt washes over me Like the rising tide, and the lines have been drawn No turning back now, can't change what was and is.... In the end, guess this is simply goodbye.... Goodbye to a family that never truly loved me Who never truly understood me? Or who knew who I was.... In the end, it is just goodbye....... |
| Looking back through the threads of time Looking back through the threads of time Studying every word said, every thing never spoken, I find myself traveling back to the crash site Back to the night it all changed again. Maybe it was written in the stars of fate To end like it has, maybe it was just how it was to be, But it doesn't make it any easier to handle, Any easier to bare as the guilt washes over me. I find the old wheels turning, spinning inside of me And I wonder if there something I could have done differently, Something to have changed the outcome... And the only answer that rings true....rings true... The answer stares back at me Like a festering sore, a wound that has never healed, And I know that the only way it could have been different Is if I had kept silent, that I had never spoken I can change what is and was, Can't surrender the new voice I have found, For in the end, I have a right to think of me I have right to be true to me. |
| New voice I have found Looking back through the threads of time Studying every word said, every thing never spoken, I find myself traveling back to the crash site Back to the night it all changed again. Maybe it was written in the stars of fate To end like it has, maybe it was just how it was to be, But it doesn't make it any easier to handle, Any easier to bare as the guilt washes over me. I find the old wheels turning, spinning inside of me And I wonder if there something I could have done differently, Something to have changed the outcome... And the only answer that rings true....rings true... The answer stares back at me Like a festering sore, a wound that has never healed, And I know that the only way it could have been different Is if I had kept silent, that I had never spoken I can change what is and was, Can't surrender the new voice I have found, For in the end, I have a right to think of me I have right to be true to me. |
| An apology is a good way to have the last word. ~Author Unknown |
| Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars. ~Les Brown |
| One half of knowing what you want is knowing what you must give up before you get it. ~Sidney Howard |
| The road leading to a goal does not separate you from the destination; it is essentially a part of it. ~Charles DeLint |
| There is something self-defeating in the too-conscious pursuit of pleasure. ~Max Eastman |
| Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it. ~Jacques Pr�vert |
| Who's laughing now? Maybe you need to finish what you started Finish the battle you started long ago But no, just when the tides have turned And no longer do you have the upper hand, You run away leaving me walking a tight rope. Maybe I don't need an invitation, And who is laughing now? Maybe no one is right; maybe there is no right or wrong But as the dust settles and silence is all I hear, The blanket of peace and comfort settle about me, And no longer due I feel like a guess in my home, No longer do I walk around waiting to be jumped, And maybe it is wrong to feel like this... But I feel pretty good, feeling all right. Maybe you think, mother That you're punishing me, paying me for the wounds You bare deep inside, that maybe by leaving your hurting me, But mother, whose laughing now? |
| No Mother's Love A helpless child I had once been Craving a mother's softness of hand To have a mother's comforting wisdom And to bare the fruit of her knowledge To have the ancient wisdom past through the years From mother to daughter. A child I had once been A child not truly a child But an ancient soul trapped in a child For I never knew the softness of a mother, No mother's love touched my soul, No mother's comforting wisdom do I bare Only the echoes of what never was But should have been. Time and time again I tried to understand To see life in the eyes of the woman who brought me forth, But time and time again she abandoned me, Leaving me to my own defense, Leaving me alone without a mother's guiding hand, Without a mother's comforting touch, Without a mother's unconditional love. Once I had been a child Craving a mother's loving embrace, But it was never to be, It was never mine to have, It never mine to know, No Mother's Love for me. |
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| The poems appearing on this page are as follows: * Brave New World * Chasing Dreams * When will I learn * Just Goodbye * Looking back through the threads of time * New Voice I have found * Whose Laughing now? * No Mother's Love * Be Kind to Yourself * A Simple Prayer * no locking the doors * Be Kind |
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| Be Kind to Yourself When the shadows fall, and your inner voices begin to knock you down, be kind to yourself. Remember to talk to yourself as you would speak to a stranger for sometimes one is harder on themselves then they would be on others. We all make mistakes, big and small, the best one can hope to do is to learn from their mistakes, and accept the consequence for the mistakes. One can not turn the hands of time back, one can only march forward so hold your head up high and be kind to yourself. |
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| A Simple Prayer A simple prayer I utter, whispering for blessings to fall upon you in hopes that your soul finds the peace it seeks for there are no unspeakable truths, no unbelievable dreams, no incurable ills, no unwinnable wars, no undeatable odds, no locking the doors of your heart, there is just life! |
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| No Locking the Door There is no locking the doors, The doors to the heart and soul. For every opened door, Comes a new dream, a new gift to hold. For every tear shred, for every sorrow known, A silver lining stands in wait. For every new dawn, for every new night, A new beginning exist. There is no locking the doors, For each opened door brings new delights, New answers to uncover and know, With each new answer brings new peace. In the end, there is no locking the doors For an open heart and soul Allows the light to enter, And the laughter to sing. |
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| Behind every door Every window Knowledge can be discovered Into the stormy night, remember with every Night, a new day blooms, and new Discoveries......BE KIND TO YOURSELF! |