tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37062529836612672732012-02-16T17:42:33.051-08:00This a creative outlet while submerging myself in a Master's Degree in Information Systems, trying to maintain a balanced mind.Mhodges_hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16561793086775813692noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706252983661267273.post-66650256237884400542009-06-24T18:11:00.000-07:002009-06-24T18:25:35.224-07:00Words...they criticize<br /><br />Words...nothing but lies<br /><br />Words...makes me cry, steal my life....<br /><br />Silence is simple it helps hide the pain<br /><br />left behind....<br /><br />numbness<br />blame<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706252983661267273-6665025623788440054?l=rosesareoverrated.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mhodges_hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16561793086775813692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706252983661267273.post-38309824607671950172009-05-13T20:16:00.000-07:002009-05-13T20:19:41.124-07:00Sitting in silence, away from your stoic stare<br /><br />Barely breathing, hoping you won’t notice me there<br /><br />Ghost-like…an apparition, conditioned to suppress<br /><br /><br />Hope, Faith and Trust…just like pixie dust<br /><br />Wears away….<br /><br />Peter Pan has nothing on you…<br />You won’t grow up…<br />You won’t own up…<br />To all the damage you’ve done<br /><br /> Waiting patiently, for you to fall asleep<br /><br />Anxiously, hoping you won’t feel me creep<br /><br />Tip-toeing past, a child crawling, looking past you feeling nothing...<br /><br /><br />Hope, Faith and Trust….just like pixie dust<br /><br />Wears away….<br /><br />Peter Pan has nothing on you…<br />You won’t grow up…<br />You won’t own up…<br />To all the damage you do<br /><br /><br />The words you say dim the light inside and just like Tinkerbelle dying…when you say you don’t believe….<br /><br />In Hope, Faith and Trust…just like pixie dust<br />Wears away…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706252983661267273-3830982460767195017?l=rosesareoverrated.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mhodges_hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16561793086775813692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706252983661267273.post-4025086741390648482009-05-13T20:14:00.000-07:002009-05-13T20:15:41.766-07:00When I’m defending my heart, you see through me…<br />I want to block it out and you break through to me…<br /><br />You make me laugh when I feel like crying…<br />You see through all of my denying…<br /><br />And you love me anyway.<br /><br /><br />Friends are all we’ll ever be…friends<br />I understand you, finish your thought and I accept all the baggage you’ve got<br />And I love you anyway<br /><br /><br /><br />When I’m covering up the scars, you try to heal me…<br />I want to be invisible and you conceal me…<br /><br />You make me laugh when I feel like crying…<br />You see through all of my denying…<br /><br />And you love me anyway.<br /><br />Friends are all we’ll ever be…friends<br />You understand me, finish my thoughts and you accept all the baggage I’ve got<br />And love me anyway.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706252983661267273-402508674139064848?l=rosesareoverrated.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mhodges_hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16561793086775813692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706252983661267273.post-9102435492135604562009-05-13T20:11:00.000-07:002009-05-13T20:13:43.689-07:00My hands shake, my eyes …take in everything<br />A certain look, your eyes turn green,<br />A look that tells me the shit’s gonna fly….<br /><br />It’s fine for now, but I’m waiting for the bomb to drop…<br /> where you spout hate and permeate<br /> my heart with barbed phrases…<br /><br />You’re so sorry, it’s always the same sad story…<br />We’ll make it through you say…we’ll find a way<br /><br /><br />but I’m still looking for sanctuary from the next storm<br /><br /><br />My heart aches, my head … senses a fatal crash from<br />A certain thunderous sound, the way your fist pounds<br />Against the door….<br /><br />It’s fine for now, but I’m waiting for the bomb to drop…<br /> where you spout hate and permeate<br /> my heart with barbed phrases…<br /><br />You’re so sorry, it’s always the same sad story…<br />We’ll make it through you say…we’ll find a way<br /><br /><br />but I’m still looking for cover from the next storm<br /><br /><br />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.<br />Then I would have evaded all these scars.<br /><br /><br />It’s fine for now, but I’m waiting for the bomb to drop…<br /> where you spout hate and permeate<br /> my heart with barbed phrases…<br /><br />You’re so sorry, it’s always the same sad story…<br />We’ll make it through you say…we’ll find a way<br /><br /><br />but I’m still looking for refuge from the next storm<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706252983661267273-910243549213560456?l=rosesareoverrated.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mhodges_hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16561793086775813692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706252983661267273.post-39583878169241553132009-04-25T07:09:00.000-07:002009-04-25T07:14:01.026-07:00This is what I'm "supposed to be doing" right now. However, I'm not. I've become addicted to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Facebook</span>, 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">exorbitant</span> amount of time "doing" for too many others and not enough doing for myself. <br /><br />I really do enjoy school, it gives me a reason to claim time for myself. <br /><br />"He" made me promise not to pursue the PhD. Hope I can honor that promise.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706252983661267273-3958387816924155313?l=rosesareoverrated.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mhodges_hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16561793086775813692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3706252983661267273.post-65882504190945888152009-04-15T19:28:00.000-07:002009-04-15T19:31:43.405-07:002009.04.15<br /><br />Tax day...<br /><br />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. <br /><br />More creative things to come.... my battery is running low on the laptop and it's just about bed time anyway.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3706252983661267273-6588250419094588815?l=rosesareoverrated.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mhodges_hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16561793086775813692noreply@blogger.com0