I recently went on a website House Of Names.Com
I discovered that my maiden name means Spindle
I don't think it defines me ,my sisters have inherited
the sewing gene not me.
In Home  EC.  in high school I got my finger stuck in
the needle, I did not fall asleep and get woken up by a prince
I instead got make fun of by my teacher and peers alike
When I made  a mistake and used a seem ripper, I ripped the material
Worse of all I was new at sewing and I was given the project of making a sweatshirt with ribbing, and the teacher Exclaimed, " I thought I would you something that was challenging, but I didn't know you had no talent", in front of the whole class, that really hurt and discovering what my name means, has brought up bad memories for me. On the plus side ,though I can sew on a button by hand,beyond that I prefer to delegate the responsibility of sewing to someone else. What's in a Name? I ask you? what does your name mean?
Does it define you or not?
As far as I'm concerned I want to be defined by other things besides my name, if other people don't like it, I say sew what!

Do the math
You and me just makes cents
To me you are heaven sent
Time with you is well spent
You are 2 good to be 4 gotten
You and me = gr8ness
I believe we are meant to be 4 ever friends

Bills are  part of life and a source of  strife

If I don't greet you when I meet you; it is not because I don't want to
I suffer with  from anxiety
I worry what you might think of me
I wont offer you my hand my palms are sweaty
I find it hard to concentrate on what you say
I feel like my heart is pounding like a drum
I feel kinda numb in my arms legs and feet
I feel like I might run
I feel jumpy
I feel a sense of dread
I wish I could crawl back in my bed
I wonder if you will understand this is not always like me
I am trying to get better control of the symptoms
The next time I see you I will take a deep breath
I will tell myself there is nothing to fear
I will do my best to greet you

I once was told by a friend
That when I cry the angels take my tears
And place them in a lake in heaven
Is that the Crystal Lake so Sparkling and pure
Perfect year after year
With as many tears as I've cried over the years
I wonder if it's now a river
or is it a magnificent waterfall beyond compare
Cascading down a mountain
Does it nourish the animals or make plants flourish
Make flowers grow
I guess I just won't know tell I get there
My friends next time you cry they just might be Angel tears.

You might think that my mind is scattered
In the past I was beaten and battered
I warn you that if you break my heart it might
shatter into a million pieces
If you try to pick them up, be careful or you might get cut

I tried to start my day without coffee
It was harder than it first seemed
My get up and go left me in the dust
I had a caffeine withdrawal headache so bad I felt I might scream
I seemed to move slow like a scene of the zombies from The Walking Dead
I thought I should not  have gotten out of bed
I realize that this is nothing a few cups of coffee could not fix
I can hardly wait to drink that brew
I toast to all of you!

I am living just a moment in rhyme as I go about my day, I think about rhymes that won't go away
My heart beats in synch with the song of a bird
I think of sweet words
At the end of the day, I say Good Night sweet rhyme
It is sublime living a moment in rhyme

I feel like I’m a fake,
I could never match up to you.
You spun words into constellations
that I could never conceive
only when I read them I knew
your thoughts were different.
There were times when
you wrote about me
but now you are blossoming
without me
and I am nothing but thorns.
Maybe I don’t need you
but you will always run through
my blood as ink or poison
or alcohol
sadly, you don’t need me.

Seize each golden hour
Living only for today
Cherish each moment


~Hilda~

Correct my mistakes
   Not my life
     So I can learn what to do
    When to do them
   What to pay attention to
     What to forget
   I'll be a monster if I want to
         Or a innocent flower

I am searching for something long lasting in this disposable world.
We have instant messages and fast food.
we are lacking things that are longer lasting things are made of cheap plastic , not anything fantastic or made to last.
Our friendship's can be too quickly pushed aside or become like strangers when the tide comes in.
When will we want something more permanent
When will we hold onto something more lasting, instead of things like cheap plastic and the disposable.
We need to hang on and hold on to what is worthwhile and not what can just be bought.
It is just a cheap Imitation and is just disposable.
It is time to reach for what is real and tell your Loved ones how you feel.