Quiet Time

Words...they criticize

Words...nothing but lies

Words...makes me cry, steal my life....

Silence is simple it helps hide the pain

left behind....

numbness
blame

Just like Tinkerbelle

Sitting in silence, away from your stoic stare

Barely breathing, hoping you won’t notice me there

Ghost-like…an apparition, conditioned to suppress


Hope, Faith and Trust…just like pixie dust

Wears away….

Peter Pan has nothing on you…
You won’t grow up…
You won’t own up…
To all the damage you’ve done

Waiting patiently, for you to fall asleep

Anxiously, hoping you won’t feel me creep

Tip-toeing past, a child crawling, looking past you feeling nothing...


Hope, Faith and Trust….just like pixie dust

Wears away….

Peter Pan has nothing on you…
You won’t grow up…
You won’t own up…
To all the damage you do


The words you say dim the light inside and just like Tinkerbelle dying…when you say you don’t believe….

In Hope, Faith and Trust…just like pixie dust
Wears away…

Acceptance

When I’m defending my heart, you see through me…
I want to block it out and you break through to me…

You make me laugh when I feel like crying…
You see through all of my denying…

And you love me anyway.


Friends are all we’ll ever be…friends
I understand you, finish your thought and I accept all the baggage you’ve got
And I love you anyway



When I’m covering up the scars, you try to heal me…
I want to be invisible and you conceal me…

You make me laugh when I feel like crying…
You see through all of my denying…

And you love me anyway.

Friends are all we’ll ever be…friends
You understand me, finish my thoughts and you accept all the baggage I’ve got
And love me anyway.

The Next Storm

My hands shake, my eyes …take in everything
A certain look, your eyes turn green,
A look that tells me the shit’s gonna fly….

It’s fine for now, but I’m waiting for the bomb to drop…
where you spout hate and permeate
my heart with barbed phrases…

You’re so sorry, it’s always the same sad story…
We’ll make it through you say…we’ll find a way


but I’m still looking for sanctuary from the next storm


My heart aches, my head … senses a fatal crash from
A certain thunderous sound, the way your fist pounds
Against the door….

It’s fine for now, but I’m waiting for the bomb to drop…
where you spout hate and permeate
my heart with barbed phrases…

You’re so sorry, it’s always the same sad story…
We’ll make it through you say…we’ll find a way


but I’m still looking for cover from the next storm


Where did I go between the explosions? I’m an apparition from this condition, I should have listened to my mind, before you went too far.
Then I would have evaded all these scars.


It’s fine for now, but I’m waiting for the bomb to drop…
where you spout hate and permeate
my heart with barbed phrases…

You’re so sorry, it’s always the same sad story…
We’ll make it through you say…we’ll find a way


but I’m still looking for refuge from the next storm

Project and Presentation for Fiscal Management

This is what I'm "supposed to be doing" right now. However, I'm not. I've become addicted to Facebook, Twitter and Blogging. I know it doesn't seem like it since my last post was 10 days ago, but I haven't been alone since then. Obviously something I'm in short supply of...me time. That is due mostly to the fact that I spend an exorbitant amount of time "doing" for too many others and not enough doing for myself.

I really do enjoy school, it gives me a reason to claim time for myself.

"He" made me promise not to pursue the PhD. Hope I can honor that promise.

Before the batteries die

2009.04.15

Tax day...

Made it to the post office just in time, but missed my son's volleyball game because I couldn't get out of work in time to do both.

More creative things to come.... my battery is running low on the laptop and it's just about bed time anyway.