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I* will sit             here,                                alone,

Wondering how I am going to do this,     but
"I will not bow, I will not break."                       As
Long as I have this life and as
Long as        
I am breathing;         I will fight.             And

Now is the time to help
Others because even if I am in dept
There are other people who have it       *worst.


But I can't help them quite yet as much as I would love too..
Only time can tell, but first I
Will have to help myself;      *No running.        I will be fine.
copyright; 2011 McNally, Inc.
Inspired by Breaking Benjamin's "I Will Not Bow" and me being in dept and stress out.
Writing is my release.
Where is her joy? The flirtation of moonlit fire flies.
Yet, she sees strained blurs as love pulls away.
As Cupid shoots his arrow missing her mark.
Now left to be of the scarlet letter A.
The mark of the vexed woman so innocent.
Until she screams for release of chained pains.
But do you know her_ Joy,  the beautiful inclination
of ballerinas that dance in silhouettes.
Or maybe she misplaced her purse?
For fear Joy could have been stolen by Robin Hood!
And she begs for the doors to open, her  head
towards the holy alter.
And she kisses the feet of saints asking for
the forgiveness of sins unknown.
As her fingers sprinkle the piano keys.
Then maybe it will hear her music.
The resonating sound of woe.
Will it brave the sanctuary?
It is a good place. They say
__
It shall swiftly awake her nightmares.
Tell her the beautiful side of the story and
then walk off as if only a dream.
Her joy is but a tempted imagination, she has
yet to master.
Did it not target practice her heart.
Because this is what life is made of. Joy!
And no one said, you shall not have it.
So maybe she is not living?
This is a piece from my book in process.
©2010-2011
I cry silently
I cry inside of me
I cry hopelessly
Why did you leave me?

I missed your hugs
I missed your kisses
I missed your laughter and love
Most of all I miss you

I still miss the feeling
I once knew
Tear drops fell like rain that day
Because I knew I will never breathe your love again

I wish somebody would tell me it’s not true
About, what I heard about you.
I wish I could say "I love you" just one more time
Grandma, 'I miss you'
"In memory of my Grandma passed away peacefully on Aug 26th 2005"
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