No matter how many times
the voice in my head comes up
with reasons to leave
my heart whispers
“Stay. Don’t give up.”

We’re told we don’t fit
What do they know
but a lil bit?
From where we sit
You and I know it
We’re in it
‘til the last spit

yesterday you were here
today i am not there
tomorrow we'll be nowhere
coz we won't be here or there

I miss everything little thing his scent and the feel of his breath on my neck.
The way the car windows would fog up when we parked next to the beach.
How his hand fits in mine perfectly like a puzzle piece.
I keep going back to how things use to be.
Picturing us so in love a connection like we were meant to be.
A love story that could drive anyone mad how a love story should be.
So madly in love everyone could see the emotional connection between you and me.
Picturing us the way we use to be makes me sad that we were never supposed to be.
A love story that ends abruptly torn apart by the man that was supposed to love me.
Candy81

So much I want to say so much I want to do,
I can't think straight.
I have to remember to say,
I'm sorry to the one's I let down or hurt the most.

A mother's love is never changing,
when I say I love you it remains the same always.
I'm your guardian angel and  I will always have your back.

So don't worry boy's your momma will be okay.
In those last day's I will spend it with my kids.
My baby boys who have grown up into young men.

So don't worry about your momma,
I'm in a better place.
I will have my wings and fly like my brother and be free.

So in my final hours don't cry for me,
I won't be in pain.
I will always be with you even when you can't see my face.

In those final hours of my last days,
don't cry or be sad.
Think of me as an angel who has her wings, smile and say,
"that's my momma an angel with wings."

So in my final hours all will be okay,
I will always love you for eternity.
Remember your momma always has your back.
I'm your greatest fan,
you can be whatever you want to be.

You're amazing never change for anybody,
you're perfect just the way you are.
This goes out to my boys,
a poem a reminder that your momma loves you always.
Candy81

You think you know the way that I feel,
because we said things we never meant.
I want to say I'm sorry for all the hurt that I caused,
I'm asking for your forgiveness.

You say you're over "it, but" then you bring it up every time you get mad.
Forgiveness brings you peace and an understanding of what caused the sadness within.

I'm not "perfect, neither" are you we both are guilty of each others pain.
I forgive you for everything even when you hit me over and over again.
I forgive you for "me, not" for "you, but" for the better part of me.

Forgiveness is to let go of the past holding no grudges and say I'm sorry.
Ridding yourself of "selfishness, think" about everybody have some empathy.
This is forgiveness and it can bring out the better part of you do it and see.
Candy81

I'm an outside of the box thinker
cuz I belong to my world
& madness belongs to me...

I saw him again today, that man
So clothed in mystery
He was quiet today,
Just like every other day
Probably hoping to be left alone
But, we'll never know
And I'll never ask

I saw him again today, that man
So clothed in mystery
Yet, for reasons I can't comprehend,
I often see myself in him
Staring back, trying to figure it all out
One passing day at a time

every written text
regardless what it is about and
how it might be categorized

every written text
is a ghetto of words.

since words do not decide
who they are paired with;
they neither have a body nor a will.

but take at look at their "ghettos":
that humans call "fiction":
marvelous places made of fantasies.

look at them.

ermh...

for... real: could i please be a word in my next form of existence?