All of my life I have been waiting for just one boy
And all of my life I have been waiting for all the joy
Of having someonethat can call my own
Who'll  come to my side when I am all alone.

You left me alone to follow your impossible dream to live in Nashville to become a musician and thatwill never be. You are stay at the Nashville Men's Rescue Mission and sing two days at Clancy;s Cafe and you still have no real work or healthcare I don't understand this impossible dream. Do you like being a vagabond and homeless person. Living off charity of your church of Christ. Panhadling, living off Big John, and associating with white trash what shame!!!!  You had a great chance to better yourself at Breakthrough Ministries in Chicago when we first arrived. Oh I like this city better Nashville Tennessee and you blocked me on your facebook because I refused to marry you. All you cared about was your *** life with me but in truth I gave you everything and lost my indentity and sanity. Look into your mirror and who do you see a toothless, pityful, homeless, 58 year old man who blew a good thing.

I am lost  without you.What did I do to make you leave me and become awant to be musician and cheat on me. i  gave you everything earth, wind, and everything in between. i miss you and a heart can be broken and go on beatenjust the same.

I am me let me be I like my solitude, music, and I am in incurable romantic living back in the turn of 20th century. I love ruffles,  lace, Chopin, Liszt, and pearls and jasmine perfume. I like ballroom dancing and beautiful jewelry. This century is not for me. I love roses, soft music,and candle light dinners. I do not want to hear *** and love is all the same thing when I know it is not. I know there is  my Romero out in there in 21st century somewhere. Tender,gentle, loving, compassionate, but I have not yet found him. He must be a poet, writer, and kind gentle soul. Old fashion as I am ans share my Catholic faith and accept me as I am and love me like I am.

Have it your way Robert you want distance and to be poor white trash in the streets of Nashville with no health care, no home of your own accept the men'mission and theroom in the inn at 705 Drexel Place. You want to be a Peter Pan, awomanizer, anda want to be musician which has not transpired into anything. You are a vagabond hobo and just because you have a a stretch at Clancy's Cafe does not guarantee yoy a place the lime light' You donot acknowledge m[y little tokens I sent you have it your way. Karma will get you I promise one day. I will not even try  to reason wirth you. I hope and pray you are happy with street ***** you pick up on-line and they find out all about you and kick you to the curb.

They put me in a room where everyone knocks on the door. They expect you to keep your sanity where most of the patients needed to be locked up in a funny farm. They fill the patients full of psychotopic meds but in truth it is turning these morons into zombies. They don't know if they are coming or going but Imust actually say the only positive thing I heard from the psychiatrists out of UIC psych floor is why don't you get your poetry and stories published to me. I will never havea normal life again no thanks to Robert Littlejohn, Michael Czech, and http://facebook.com, which I have closed down. I do miss Denise Seymour I wish she would call me. She blocked me from her facebook and changed her phone number. I love you Denise come back to me  please.

I am lonely and broken hearted and all I need is apology from you. They say you can die from a broken heart and words hit harder than a nail.  It is true the scientific evidence is out there and you want to believe you can make it as a singer or musicican over at http://linkedin.com/robertlittlejohn, and you have no verifable work history August 2012. You hatch onto  women via http://facebook.com and tell them tall tales. Your church of Christ will get wind of all your lies.I am lonely I have done nothing but atleast I can remarry in my church whereas; you can not.

Lonely nights, lonely days, all I can do is walk it away. I can not smile, I can not think but I can cry because the heart break is to new. I will never fall in love again and trust another man again as my poor heart is very fractured and it needs time to heal again.

We fell in love on the first night
that we met
Togther we've been happy
I have few very few regrets
The ordinary problems
Have not been hard to face
But lately little changes
Have been slowly taking place
You're always finding  something
Is wrong in what I do
But you can't rearrange my life
Because it pleases you

You got to love me for
for what I am
For simply  being me
Don't  love me
for what you  intend
or hope that I will be
And if you're only using me
to feed your fantasy
You're really not in love
So let me go
I must be free

I wish I had never met ***** ******* mama's boys like Michael Czech and Peter Pans and cheaters like Robert Littlejohn. They prey on innocent women via http://facebook.com and put on pretend face and hurt innocent women who fall them like Elizabeth Stewart Gandy, Emily Warner, and Laura Blackburn. Michael Czech is awould be poet and  Robert Littlejohn a would be musician with an impossible dream in Nashville.  Check out http://linkedin.com/Robert Littlejohn and see for yourself.

You took it all away from me. The girl I mean to be. You took the faith I loved so and my poetry. You broke my heart and you broke my spirit, however a metaporhosis you will see Robert Littlejohn and Michael Czech when this ugly duckling becomes a beautiful swan once more with a dazzing smile, sparking eyes, but my heart no man will get because I am sick and tired of cheaters and Peter Pans. I am tired catertering to ***** ******* mama's boys who live their impossible dreams I want to be a musican or I want to be a poet when neither one of you have the skill to be. I  am content to be solitude and with my computer by side because I am a real poet and writer and this is my chosen life.

Terry is my best friend but sometimes we have to let people go and remember them within your hearts. I love you Terry!!!! Karissa

The Poetess heart is easily broken. It does not live in this world of confusion. I live in world of the incurable romantic I do not like the 21st century where love is replaced with lust and *** and gone is feminity and everything lady like. You wanted distance to pursue your impossible dream of becoming a homeless musician in the streets of Nashville rather than share a life with me. ******* with the women online dating sites to support your dream and give you ***. What is more important love, and romance, or high school ***? You call yourself a Christian but you can not be a Christian if all you want is ***!!!!

The poet's circle is our hangout where all the poets and writers can come together and  share their poems and thoughts with each other who have mental illness i,e, depression, learning disabilitities, ptsd, and more. I am a late night poet. Come and share with us.

The secrets of the heart oh only do I know, for deep down from in my soul oh do I heartly cry. The pain of a broken heart I can not bare and lonely days as I grow older because of your own selfish ways. The secrets of  the heart my words flow like milk and honey. The life of a poet and writer is a lonely one but it is also a calling and avocation.

Willow weep for me tells the struggle of one woman's journey out of realms of depression, despair, loneliness, betrayal, and heart break. I can relate to allof these I do not think that there is any medication, or therapy in this world that will endthis vicious cycle of depression. Little wonder Edgar Allen Poe and Ernest Hemingway took their own lives because what peace did they ever receive. I wish they would let this poetobtain sweet rest and peace in the everlasting arms of the Lord. The heartbreak, betrayal, mulitiple hospitalizations I have  had over the years and tiresome. I am quite ready to end my poet's journey.