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Tay Dec 2016
The closer to christmas the more chaos
We get wrapped up in making treats and buying gifts and watching movies
We wish the days would  fly faster and get to the 25
but each day belongs to be treasured and not be rushed and thrown away
And strewn across the floor forever forgotten
And by the time you try to remember a detail of the day
It is gone in a  wise since you rushed through it not caring about the *details or the small things
Time is precious like fine china but weaves a web finer than human eye *can see
Don't let it slip through your fingers for the dice our rolled the moves are played
The people are moved coming closer to the end
*Don't rush through life in hustle and bustle for enjoying the small things *in life are truly pleasures
I realized I myself do this sometimes.
But I need to sit back and relax and enjoy life and it's pleasures.
Tay Dec 2016
There is so many people in our world
But only some stay true
And the ones that do  I thank you
Now in this world is it no full of misery
Full of pain no gain and all losses
What is the point of living in a world so dark and cold
Where there are rapes every day and mass murders every other week
I cannot stand this God please help me
Your child is in pain
And she wish's it to stop
Where Do I stand In a world full of darkness?
But I stay by God in victory
Hope was lost
But now I found it
I hope others discover this same kind of joy
#joy #God
  Dec 2016 Tay
Melissa Banks
do you remember when you left my bed
for the last time that dark december night?
you were angry and i was cold
i couldn't give you exactly what you wanted--
your desire, a warm invitation into a life i didn't know i'd want
but now as i see you through tinted windows at red light intersections
and i catch our friends saying your name in hushed tones
i find myself face to face with you in my midnight thoughts
wondering what i'm missing from our past life together
slow kisses, warm embraces, soft smiles
the way you held my hand as you drove your car
the way you grabbed my neck and pulled me closer
the way you wiped away these incessant tears
all the things that kept me close to you
but i can't forget the things that pushed me away
echoing arguments, unrealistic expectations, alcohol-dependent nights
the way your irreverent temper slashed my autonomy
the way you despised sobriety but only around me
the way that I was never enough
do you miss me like i miss you,
or do you hate me like i hate you?
Tay Dec 2016
Speeding up going faster not looking *
I should have looked
I should have done so many things
I should not have died
That taxi should have stopped
I had so much of ahead of me marriage,children and life
But to that driver I was a hit and run
I wasn't done
I should have looked
But I didn't
It was my fault
I could have lived.....
I'd only I *takes last breath

Looked....
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Tay Nov 2016
When all hope has been given up
You sit down to cry
There is a spark left...
Some hope a tiny bit
But who would pay attention to that small bit
Because in the real world there is no second chances
You have to make them yourself
And with that,that small tiny spark got going and caught on fire
And before you know it, it became a huge bonfire
It only takes a spark
And when that spark catches on
It's like a wildfire
But if you keep it tamed then it can be used for good
If you let it run wild then that spark could bit by bit break
Down people's confidence and hope
Be the spark that grows
Don't become a careless wildfire
Kind of thought of this off the top of my head. :-)

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