Friday, February 21, 2014
Saturday, December 28, 2013
What a True Family Means
Family is not the people who have given you life
A father is not defined by the male patron who sired you
A mother is not always the woman who bore you for nine months
Family will and always be at least to me the people who love you
Who raised you with care and gentle hands
Mothers teach and nurture
Fathers laugh and hug, and high five you when you've accomplished a goal
Brothers are those who tease and laugh and play
Sisters are those who you giggle with at the silliest things
A family is not defined by blood
Family are those you choose to be raised by and who will love you unconditionally
Regardless of the mistakes you've made
Or the sorrows you've faced
Family is love
And one may find it not always in the way they've expected or have been taught in school that this is that
Family can be a teacher, a neighbor, a friend,
I have come to find so many sisters
So many brothers to make funny faces at
So many mothers and fathers
There will always be a bond between myself and the woman who gave birth to me.
But she is not my mother
The girl who has the same biological parents as I will never be my sister
Because I have found a true Family and I will always love them, unconditionally just as they have loved me.
Never feel the need to love those who have treated you poorly.
You can find such kinder kin in those around you.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Dream#347
you’re beautiful
you’re amazing
yet look at me
we contrast so greatly
my eyes so much darker than yours
yet we both bear wounds don’t we?
I suppose you are just stronger than myself.
I would expect so
You take hold
Drawing me to you
I follow
I have nothing much else to do
Where you take me
I do not know
I lost my path long ago
Yet know that not all
who wander are lost
and not all those who have a path
have purpose
Beside a fire
In a room so warm and soft
I feel your presence beside me
promise you’ll come to bed and keep me safe
demons that taunt
me promise you’ll keep me safe
Promise
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Broken
Monday, June 3, 2013
Tongue
Monday, May 13, 2013
Just
Thursday, January 31, 2013
That Sound
I can see myself.
Drip....
In the reflection of the mirror.
Drip....
God I look hideousness. My hair, it's all snarled.
Drip....
And my eyes are so sunk in.
Drip....
I look like a ghost.
Drip....
What's that sound?
Drip....
Oh.... That's right.
Drip....
I forgot why I was laying here.
Drip....
I guess I should get up.
Drip....
Before someone sees....
Drip....
I don't know why they'd care.
Drip....
About these scars of mine.
Drip....
I think I'll stay. There really isn't a point anymore. Not to me anyway.
Drip....
I feel light. Like someones picking me up. Everything's so blurry. I can't see anymore.
Drip....
I can't see, it's getting too dark.
Drip....
Where am I?
Drip....