Tuesday, April 16, 2013

How Long

Call it a poem, or call it a song
Doesn't matter to me what format 
I'll state the ways you've done me wrong
Was a doormat for all too long
You found your power at our expense.
Nobody seems to like it when I publicly vent
But to care less would be hard for me.
The fact that your eyes are open
Isn't proof that you can see 
What's really going on.

I wonder how long this cycle has been going
Ponder how many women have knowing
Or unknowingly passed it down.
If what goes around comes around,
Then why did the past fail to haunt you
Let me tell you, I'm shattering this cycle, 
more than broken, it's through 
If the past is the past and the future is what I choose,
I'll make it better for me and mine.
But what if it's not?
What if I'm the kettle yelling "you're black!" right at the pot
Ignoring my own truth, or maybe being blind with ignorant bliss.

The real question in all this is, 
Why am I the first to realize?
Night after night I heard my mother cry,
Just as she heard with hers.
Until the sadness turned to rage, 
aimed at people too young for words,
And then it's a part of them too.  
How many more children will suffer this abuse,
At the hands of women who love them so?
And how far would a mother like me go,
To make sure she doesn't do it to her own girls?
I'd give them the world, and take myself from it too,
If I thought I couldn't be different you.

I was always the one to put my two cents in,
Even though  unwanted my opinions grated nerves
I'm sure they didn't help, my stinging words
The unavoidable truth, you bet your ass it hurts
As it damn well should.  
I'd trade in both my so-called mothers if I could,
Fuck their excuses, and all the bullshit in the past
Your kids shouldn't have to suffer for what you couldn't hack
Emotionally damaged rubbing off for years to come.
You may be that dumb, as to think it's okay
Giving all the excuses to explain away 
I'd like to give you mine, each with the swing of a baseball bat.
But if I were to go and do that, I'd call that pot black again.
I swear all this misdirected rage will end 
With my little family who I hold close now.
I'll burn every bridge leading into my town
To keep it from happening again.




Sunday, April 7, 2013

Every Day Sky- April 7, 2013


A Simple But Happy Life

It's amazing what you can do with a little color and some positivity.  The balcony of my West Side apartment had one blue chair on it when I moved in.  Now it has a little more life to it, and you can be sure I am going to enjoy sitting out here all spring, summer and fall.  I'm pretty happy about having a little sanctuary right outside my back door.  

I love to decorate and make my home nice.  I am such a simple person, and I like things to be really cozy and inviting.  I wish so badly that I could be a designer but I can't afford art school with two toddlers and even if I could find the money, time, and make the grades, in this job market there isn't any guarantee that I would work...especially with an art degree.

I am okay with not having a diploma that says I'm an artist, just like I am okay with the rest of my simple life.  I grew up without a whole lot, so I am so thankful for the things that I have.  My home may seem a little quirky, but every piece of anything in my house was chosen because it makes me happy. I would be happy if things never changed....if I never advance any farther in my life than where I am right now it would be okay.  I have the best boyfriend in the world and am so in love, two beautiful daughters, and I don't care what size my apartment is on.   It's not that I'm complacent.... But I am so blessed to have this happiness, and I'm not going to let looking forward keep me from seeing how nice the view is right now.  



Friday, April 5, 2013

Every Day Sky- April 5, 2013


Now What do I do with this Macaroni necklace?

A couple times a day very small person usually brings me a piece of paper with some kind of scribbles at the very least, and I steal a moment to dream if they will be artists or novelists.  I will proudly display any art my kids give me, but with the steady stream of new stuff coming in, I'm left never quite knowing what to do with yesterday's art.  

No longer a problem!  I normally don't promote a whole lot...I figure people will decide for themselves or wonder what the heck is wrong with me, but for this Android App I have to rant at least a little bit, so hopefully some Moms will get as excited about ArtKive as I am.  I know i'm going to get a lot of use out of this...and I'm sure my family will love being able to look back on day at all the masterpieces from younger years.

You can take a peek and decide for yourself at:

http://www.artkiveapp.com

Happy Scribbling!

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Every Day Sky- April 3, 2013


Wound Up

Spin it positive,
Paint me a rainbow,
Camouflage this shade of gray.
If you're the optimistic type,
Why do you hear only negative,
Out of all the things I have to say?

But I've thought it before,
How do I know the difference?
Hard to see true colors,
Standing on the fence.
Can't erase all these scars,
I'm sure you have them too.
Maybe, possibly, perhaps,
Come on now,
I'm standing here waiting to collapse.
And you still took your time.
Day Late, Dollar short,
And still no help divine.
I can't help me help myself.
So would up, can't unwind.
Wind me up a little tighter,
What a tangled web we weave.
Yes you, me, and him and she,
And misery's invited too.
What's a girl like me to do?