I can't take one more moment
Not one more minute
The mental exhaustion
The physical exhaustion
I can't handle being touched or needed by one more
My temper is short
My words cutting
My emotions like a storm abiding in the distance, waiting to be called to the surface.
Can I borrow happiness?
To help me heal my heart?
I used to have my own
Until my world completely fell apart
I promise I won’t taint it
Or send it back in bits
I promise I will treasure it
- I need it more than I care to admit
When sadness fills your world
Successfully kicking happiness out
You learn to fake a smile and joy
Whilst your head is filled with doubt
The mirror becomes your enemy
Your mind plays tricks on you
Your heart becomes a shell
No longer knowing what it should do
Can I borrow happiness ?
I think I need it for a while
Even though time with it is borrowed
I just want to feel a real smile
Glass Half Shattered
I find my thoughts are often quite destructive or productive
I try to turn the former into something more constructive
My name will live in infamy forever and a day
The loss of independence is the price I have to pay
I dream that putting pen to paper, publishing my woes
Can deter some other creep from traveling down the path I chose
I see these kindred spirits making headlines all the time
Using words like "sick and twisted" may be fair but they malign
All us who decided to be cruel and turn to violence
Linger long in jail or death and do our suffering in silence
But isn't that the way we did our suffering before?
And that just led to bodies bled and senseless acts of gore
The voices of experience in these deeds so macabre
Must speak out against indifference (consider that our job)
We have a second chance to leave a legacy of good
Cause I know I'd take it back if only there's some way I could
Try to piece together and repair half shattered glass
So there won't be any need to fly our flags at demi-mast
Fear seeps into my pores, and I sweat droplets of dread
Where I once saw you walk this path and I quietly read
The feelings that we shared, the blessings that prepared
My heart and yours, for this darkness that declared…
Cancer, the word no one wants to hear
The word so awful it brings the soul a tear
The feelings, bleeding through the night
Silence the wind, leave the world in fright
Cancer, the reason that I write these verses
In a prayer, praying healing that curses
All the darkness that has come with this disease
Cancer is a illness that causes you to fall to your knees
I wonder, though I believe, was I faithful enough?
Why has this darkness fallen – will it make me tough?
I feel so alone, so sad… God, wasn’t I tough ENOUGH? ENOUGH!!!
This pain, this valley, this struggle will surely rebuff
Cancer, leave my story – please just go away
God, please heal my husband, who I pray
Will live a long and happy life, a life I can say
Was blessed by love and healing that will not betray!
Need all of the needed vitamin supplements and more,
Because my own diet can nowadays be oh so poor.
But inflation in these days may lead to a civil kind of war.
Sure since youth she's had chin hair,
But she just does not whatsoever care.
Sure she has always had fine thin hair,
But she will never ever come to care.
Sure she has some ovarian cysts,
But since the start she could care less.
Sure she still makes everyone's lists,
But she can always choose to care less.
Sure she can never conceive easily,
But she can do whatever she likes.
Sure she isn't always taken seriously,
But she doesn't put up with tykes.
Sure she is more irregular than most,
But she refuses to let it keep her down.
Sure she may sometimes feel like a ghost,
But she always turns frowns upside down.
That platform of sorrow and sighs,
The scale that so blatantly lies,
I think it takes glee
In laughing at me,
"Your diet has too many pies."
world in much askew
sheeple treading timidly
contests of mankind
Love can find you with a glance, and tries to pull you into the mist.
Love can try to pull you toward, using all the tricks that love can, love, and promises of forever love.
Love can use looks and words, calling you from afar, leaving the heart with feelings of awe.
Love is of God we are told, giving us a type of confusion, because not all love is true, some love make us blue, and cause our life to suffer a blow.
Love can control our heart and mind, making us have lost moments in time, as we dream of our loved one takes over our thoughts and mind.
Love can call us anytime, like a predator, it plans sometimes our demise.
Love can ruin us, because it takes over a lot of our life, making a slave of the lover that waits.
Love has its moments that can give us comfort and happiness that can make us glow, and also make us turn blue with sad from the love that was really a fraud and only wanted to hurt and harm.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always.
As far as anyone can tell, I am alive and well,
But I am still trying to end my persistent depressive spell
Through resilience and love, even as I go through Hell.
No wheat,
No dairy, sweet,
Trim, neat!
The world spins fast, I can't keep pace,
Thoughts collide in a crowded space.
Endless whispers, too sharp to hear,
I can't escape, they're always near.
I'm tired of the pills, I'm tired of the fight,
Chasing the silence, but it slips out of sight.
I long for a moment, a breath, a release,
To stop the storm and find my peace.
Every swallow brings a bitter taste,
A sickness I can't seem to erase.
I want to rest, but the noise won't fade,
A mind in chaos, so deeply afraid.
I'm tired of the pills, I'm tired of the fight,
Chasing the silence, but it slips out of sight.
I long for a moment, a breath, a release,
To stop the storm and find my peace.
Will I ever find a way to slow this storm?
To heal the wounds that I can't transform?
Or am I meant to wander, lost in the tide,
With thoughts that pull me from side to side?
I'm tired of the pills, I'm tired of the fight,
Chasing the silence, but it slips out of sight.
I long for a moment, a breath, a release,
To stop the storm and find my peace.
In my eyes, alive I see
A place I wish to be.
In my eyes, alive I see
A way I wish for me.
To be alive and to know
My friends as friends go,
To face my way and then
Conquer my fate again and again.
If you’re told a lie long enough
You believe it.
(9/20/25)
I could reach for water
instead, I drink my third cream soda
not diet
I hate diet
I could pour myself healthy H20
Instead, I suck down sixteen ounces of sweet juice
sugar, sugar, sugar, I want sugar!
I should drink a glass of water
but what fun would that be?
No fun at all.
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