A new beginning
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I never thought I would be here, but here we are,
Finally being able to heal after the heartbreak and all of the scars.
Moving on from you and finally putting you in the past,
The importance of ending one chapter and beginning a new one isn't always evident. I am five times more likely to continue my story without ending any of my chapters. Do you know what that leaves me with?
Do you see that little girl?
Sitting there across from you
she’s all smiling and laughing
but do you really see her?
Do you see that little girl?
There's so much I want to say
So much I want to do.
But hey my mind and heart isn't made of clay.
There is a pulse,
An impulse
To reach out
We had a black and white kind of love
We hid things about our past
Now here we go on round two
Both of us are finally starting to see the color
A swarm of bees
insects, butterfly's & snakes
Left helpless again down on my knees
To digest hate into loves reality
Jittery, nervous, yet excited,
with giddy anticipation coursing through my veins;
Scared, uncertain, yet determined,
Lately I have been having these feelings
That men like me have minds full of dealings
Dealings of whether our emotions should get the better of us like raging oceans
December 14, 2015
I was a happy senior, barely seventeen
Just got my first acceptance letter
Already knew things were going to be better
Worked hard to raise my grades, momma shocked I was getting A's
Do I grow uo to be
My own enemy
Walking these lonely streets
Trying to find my own feet
The music is talking
But Im not listening to the beat
I'm marking my words as I spit
And today I wonder.
With the faded sunshine
Whisked away on the breeze.
With the soggy sponge of earth
Slurping at my feet.
With the smell of warmth
If only I could stay to watch the sun rise over the bay feed my horses their hay if only I could stay.
Today is the last day i watch them take boxes into the truck and watch my memories fade.
I open my eye to only be standing at the gates of hell.
The sign says WELCOME.
The train I rode to get there was going nowhere fast.
You want to buy a ticket, what’s the cost you ask?
Too many words are often left unspoken,
Too scared of the reaction.
Words that are powerful.
The electricity was growing stronger
And, In need of an outlet to escape:
Physical or mental, Physical or mental
I shut my eyes and travel back to when I was only but five.With sausage legs and curious hands, the slightest bump would make me cry.My only concern were the winged Giants who stole from the flowers in bloomWho partnered with bees who stung and bu
You are more than what you present
You are violent and rude but are you content?
There is something more to you
If only I knew
I question the words that come out
Just when I'd lost my "long-term", an "old-time" wants to come into my life while my "short-term" doesn't have a clue that he could turn into a "long-term".
The quill slides over
and into the inkwell
the battle 'gainst evil begins
then promptly the clash
of the two sided sword
rings louder with the side that wins.
a story, a plotline
As I start a new beginning
im embarking a new journey
working with new set of young people
always poses a new challenge
I accept the challenge
I embrace the moment
i'm bracing for all
