Write. Right.

Tell me what you see,
Words make a story,
A Million different views,
She needs to see them
Each one
She doesn't choose,
They roll off her tongue
And from her pen,
In inks black and blue
And every color in between.
Since she was a teen
Tortured artist soul
Half empty cup, goes with the bowl
Overflowing with dreams.
Don't amount to a hill of beans.

It's like I woke up
A stranger to the world.
This life isn't mine,
Wish to do things I feel define
This personality.
Thought eventuality would land me somewhere fitting.
If all these words could make a living,
I'd be living well.
Oh well,
Hope may fade,
But the trace sticks around
Everything I've written down,
Has made sense for me, out of my tumultuous state
of being on Earth.
What is it all worth?
This girl's rambling thoughts,
A legacy,
No one will ever care to read.
All the pieces of me,
So much honesty
Comes out when breaking down.
What conclusions strangers might come to...
At least I have a point of view,
Never too blocked to write.
So what if I"m not doing it right.

Southern State

Sunshine through the clouds,

Oh i close my eyes

Kaleidescope colors multiply 

Somewhere between here and a dream...

In a skirt fit for spinning.

Glasses tinted Rose,

Perched upon a wrinkled up nose,

Kinda girls whose happy shows,

Spin laughing Til we cry,

When it's all too much 

Look to the sky. 

The kne I'm under now...

Somewhere over the rainbow,

Can you tell me how,

To forget the one I know by heart?

Somewhere down I-85,

Up above an Alabama sky,

Homesick like it's an art.

Hard to forget my southern start.

Won't after how long I've been away from home.  

Click my heals and close my eyes...

Sometimes when the light's just right,

I don't feel so far away.

If home is a place,

I'm sure it's a Southern state.  

A Ghost

You'd think it'd get easier.

The silence echoes in my ears.

Cold turkey alone,

Birthday but no birthday song,

Solo no one to cheers.

Can't look back.

Hurts too bad.

Blinders up,

Like I never had a family.

It would mean more to me,

Than it does to most.  

I've become a ghost.  

Park Moment

Every Day Sky- September 6, 2013

Spontaneous Happiness

     Today was one of those days where all the worries I have weighing on me are able to be set aside.  I woke up this morning later than usual because the girls were gone to their Dad's house until Sunday.  My intention was to stay up and clean house, do laundry and dishes and other chores, but instead I went back to bed and wrapped my arms around Bobby.  We haven't had a day with nothing scheduled in a while, and I should have know that was all I needed to put things into perspective.  I am so lucky to be with someone who does that for me.  Bobby and I have so much in common that it's just effortless for us to be with each other...he really is my best friend.  I can't even be mad at the kid because I am just drawn to him in ever way.

     After we both got up today, Bobby and I went over to Joe's and hung out for a little while.  After going on a walk with Joe and Lucy, we went home and had some lunch.  After watching the first half of a rather awful zombie movie, we decided (mostly due to my urging) to get out of the house and to walk downtown for some drinks. It was so nice to be out of the house...I've been stuck at home a good bit lately because we have been without a vehicle.  Sometimes, even when transportation isn't a problem, I find myself craving adult conversation.  There was a couple sitting next to us outside at Strange Brew, and overhearing their conversation, I butted in and we got to talking.  I haven't met anyone in quite a long time that I carried on such a natural conversation with.  We got to talking and swapped numbers so we can hopefully hang out another time.  Right before they left, I went and gave a high five to a guy that looked like a hip Colonel Sanders.  He was another nice surprise, asking me if I smoked and handing me a one-hitter.  

     I always seem to have the most fun when my life is lead spontaneously.  Everything has to be planned when you have kids, and you forget what simple pleasures are like.  Today was such a nice surprise in what seems to have been an endless supply of monotonous or stressful days.  It makes me wonder why I don't venture out more and why I don't have more friends here.  Finding happiness in small ways, like walking hand in hand with Bobby downtown, and good conversation with strangers makes me feel like myself again.  I can talk to anybody...and I love talking to and meeting new people.  All the hard things in life are more bearable when you have a lot of wonderful things to live for.  I have had Bobby for 10 months this weekend, and my girls have been the driving force in my life since the day they both were born.  I am so thankful for them, as well as for days like today when I'm able to remember that I am a person that people like. I should like myself a little more, and have more days like this one.