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I MIND him well, he was a quare ould chap,
Come like meself from swate ould Erin's sod;
He hired me wanst to help his harvest in-
The crops was fine that summer, praised be God!

He found us, Rosie, Mickie, an' meself,
Just landed in the emigration shed;
Meself was tyin' on their bits of clothes;
Their mother-rest her tender sowl!-was dead.

It's not meself can say of what she died:
But 'twas the year the praties felt the rain,
An' rotted in the soil; an' just to dhraw
The breath of life was one long hungry pain.

If we wor haythens in a furrin land,
Not in a country grand in Christian pride,
Faith, then a man might have the face to say
'Twas of stharvation me poor Sheila died.

But whin the parish docthor come at last,
Whin death was like a sun-burst in her eyes-
They looked straight into Heaven-an' her ears
Wor deaf to the poor children's hungry cries,

He touched the bones stretched on the mouldy sthraw:
'She's gone!' he says, and drew a solemn frown;
'I fear, my man, she's dead.' 'Of what?' says I.
He coughed, and says, 'She's let her system down!'

'An' that's God's truth!' says I, an' felt about
To touch her dawney hand, for all looked dark;
An' in me hunger-bleached, shmall-beatin' heart,
I felt the kindlin' of a burnin'spark.

'O by me sowl, that is the holy truth!
There's Rosie's cheek has kept a dimple still,
An' Mickie's eyes are bright-the craythur there
Died that the weeny ones might eat their fill.'

An' whin they spread the daisies thick an' white
Above her head that wanst lay on me breast,
I had no tears, but took the childher's hands,
An' says, 'We'll lave the mother to her rest.'

An' och! the sod was green that summer's day,
An' rainbows crossed the low hills, blue an' fair;
But black an' foul the blighted furrows stretched,
An' sent their cruel poison through the air.

An' all was quiet-on the sunny sides
Of hedge an' ditch the stharvin' craythurs lay,
An' thim as lacked the rint from empty walls
Of little cabins wapin' turned away.

God's curse lay heavy on the poor ould sod,
An' whin upon her increase His right hand
Fell with'ringly, there samed no bit of blue
For Hope to shine through on the sthricken land.

No facthory chimblys shmoked agin the sky.
No mines yawned on the hills so full an' rich;
A man whose praties failed had nought to do
But fold his hands an' die down in a ditch.

A flame rose up widin me feeble heart,
Whin, passin' through me cabin's hingeless dure,
I saw the mark of Sheila's coffin in
The grey dust on the empty earthen flure.

I lifted Rosie's face betwixt me hands;
Says I, 'Me girleen, you an' **** an' me
Must lave the green ould sod an' look for food
In thim strange countries far beyant the sea.'

An' so it chanced, whin landed on the sthreet,
Ould Dolan, rowlin' a quare ould shay
Came there to hire a man to save his wheat,
An' hired meself and Mickie by the day.

'An' bring the girleen, Pat,' he says, an' looked
At Rosie, lanin' up agin me knee;
'The wife will be right plaised to see the child,
The weeney shamrock from beyant the sea.

'We've got a tidy place, the saints be praised!
As nice a farm as ever brogan trod.
A hundered acres-us as never owned
Land big enough to make a lark a sod.'

'Bedad,' says I, 'I heerd them over there
Tell how the goold was lyin' in the sthreet,
An' guineas in the very mud that sthuck
To the ould brogans on a poor man's feet.'

'Begorra, Pat,' says Dolan, 'may ould Nick
Fly off wid thim rapscallions, schaming rogues,
An' sind thim thrampin' purgatory's flure
Wid red hot guineas in their polished brogues!'

'Och, thin,' says I, 'meself agrees to that!'
Ould Dolan smiled wid eyes so bright an' grey;
Says he, 'Kape up yer heart; I never kew
Since I come out a single hungry day.

'But thin I left the crowded city sthreets-
Th'are men galore to toil in thim an' die;
Meself wint wid me axe to cut a home
In the green woods beneath the clear, swate sky.

'I did that same; an' God be praised this day!
Plenty sits smilin' by me own dear dure;
An' in them years I never wanst have seen
A famished child creep tremblin' on me flure.'

I listened to ould Dolan's honest words:
That's twenty years ago this very spring,
An' **** is married, an' me Rosie wears
A swateheart's little shinin' goulden ring.

'Twould make yer heart lape just to take a look
At the green fields upon me own big farm;
An' God be praised! all men may have the same
That owns an axe an' has a strong right arm!
Sarina May 2013
There was nothing I was ever so ashamed of
that I dumped it in a river to drown,
but one time my best friend accidentally tossed my pink fishing pole
into the bayou when a spider dangled from the line.

We were eight, everything was wishy-washy
because she called herself a mulatto like it were an insult
and my older friends kept mentioning that my mom walked herself

to a liquor store very late at night
twelve-packs bruising her German-colored shoulder.
I did not tell them my father had hidden away her car keys.

Girls teased me and I still wanted to kiss their cheeks at goodbyes,
The Little Mermaid featured at our sleepovers
saying, “kiss the girl,” so I did
but we stopped talking when I bought my training bra,
it proved what was in my skirt, my lips could not touch them again.

You cannot kiss a girl if you are a girl,
even if Disney movies say it is okay because Mickie Mouse
has no ***** to be ashamed of though a wife of the opposite ***.

I learned important things until I turned ten
and Hurricane Katrina unraveled the bayou into my house
and I existed in four different classrooms in my fourth grade year
where nobody had enough time
to learn my name, much less the way it is spelled.

Now, in therapy, the certified insists
that I am a girl who kisses other girls because my mother
only put her lips on a bottle.

But maybe I wear striped dresses just because mold grew that
shape in my home on Camellia Street,
mud decorated the fallen refrigerator so it looked like
a cow some punk tipped over.
I just wish the sidewalk I use to rollerblade on hadn’t flooded.
Lovey Jul 2015
Mistakes-Theres no such thing.
Mistakes don't truthfully exists.
Its just a way of telling someone to them they messed up.
Mistakes don't happen.
Things happen cause they are supposed to.
They aren't mistakes cause it "wast supposed to happen".
If it happened then for some reason you we're meant to do so.
Mistakes are nothing.
Mistakes are a way for people to tell others when they've "done wrong".
By all the "mistakes" a person has done.
They aren't mistakes if the world makes you do them.
Yes we all have minds to tell us whats right and whats wrong but when things are all done is it a mistake or bound to happen.
-Mickie Rouxe-
vic Jun 2016
I did not know that when I became open about being a lesbian
That I had become a pornstar.
I knew that I was already something that men could sink their teeth in
But things got worse.
I can still pinpoint the exact moment I wanted to retreat back to the closet
And it’s ninth grade biology.
I was sitting at a table talking to a friend
“Yes, I am officially dating Mickie.”
And all of a sudden a painful dart pierces the air.
“Who is he?”
I hated the way it felt when it broke into me so I corrected him.
“He’s a she.”
I can already see his ******* growing
With images of me and my lover intertwined
Something I hadn’t even thought of yet because the last thing on my mind was ***
I was thinking about this week’s bio test.
The darts kept coming as he asked about how lesbians have ***
My love life became a corkboard
I sat there accepting every dart that passed
No matter how many times I asked him to stop
He seemed to have an unlimited amount of darts
His friend joined in on asking ****** questions
Asking if he could see a photo of my girlfriend
Asking how many times a day did she make my legs open
Asking if I would still be down to **** him
I learned that day that sometimes it’s better to lie.
Sometimes saying “Yes I have a boyfriend,”
Is easier than admitting that you’re a lesbian
I still hesitate to tell straight men
Because I am already just a piece of flesh from the sink their teeth in
It seems that when they find out I am gay
I just become a challenge
I am a piece of prey that they see as stubborn
I am nothing more than prey.
I do not deserve any respect in their eyes
If anything I should be respecting them by letting them inside
I am their favorite **** category.
Because thanks to various ****** they think that their **** can turn me
Because my lover and I are just what they ******* to
They think that my lover and I just **** all day
That we are always willing to be men’s prey
That because I am not a ‘butch’
I’m not really gay just wanting attention
I am sick of being a **** category!
I’m sick of being asked ****** questions whenever I say that I have a girlfriend
There’s a problem when I’m hesitating on mentioning my girlfriend
There’s a problem when I,
A teenage girl who decides hold her girlfriend’s hand is public,
Thinks that that’s the bravest thing she’s ever done.
I hate having to message random men online
Lying through my teeth saying
“I have a boyfriend.”
But it seems that they respect other men more than they respect my decisions.
So to the boy in class who prefers to imagine me ******* my girlfriend than paying attention in biology,
All I have to say to you is this
That day I went home and I cried.
I went home and considered being open all over again
I considered my life.
I wanted to be a writer and make her my favorite inspiration
But it seems like my career has already been chosen
I am the stubborn prey for you to sink your teeth in
I am the girl you see as a challenge.
No, I am not down to **** you off.
No, I am not a ******* pornstar.
No, you cannot watch.
Now please, do me a favor.
*******.
This is a bit of a rewrite, aka I completely rewrote it, of a poem I wrote when this event first took place. Hope you enjoy! If you have any feedback that you would like to give, I'd be happy to hear it!
Maytin Paige Feb 2014
You speed around the car
waiting for their food by the door
and skid to a stop when you see me.
What are you doing?!?
I raise my voice.
Hey
I lean down into your open window.
What'd you get?
I ask as you hold the
McDonalds
bag in your lap.
Ten piece McNugget and large fry...
My passenger asks for a fry,
though she's going to order a large when we walk through the door of the
fatty restaurant.
You unroll the sack and hand her a small fry.
I reach in and pull a long fry from your order.
You smile as I pop it in my mouth and ask you what you and your passenger are up to.
Just getting food
you say,
keeping it vague.
I look at you with wide eyes
causing your smile to grow.
OH REALLY?
I raise my eyebrow for effect,
playing along.
You smirk.
I'll see ya later
I say, letting you get out of the way of cars angrily driving around us.
I reach in for another fry to pop in my mouth.
I lean in and press my lips to yours
feeling your teeth behind that delicious pink skin
as you press with lust and longing.
CJ M May 2015
Sugar is sweet by itself, but even more so when mixed with flavors.
She is the flavor, one I’ve never savored before, one that’s intriguing to me to a point of shear attracted interest, and I believe she knows it. She can hear the interest, can feel the heat of my words, and I feel hers as well.
Heavy conversation? I think not, It’s a natural for us both, whether or not we realize. For we are both expressers, both professing emotion like analysts.
Poets
The Irony of it is that she’s better, but I don’t mind, we are after all different professions of the same thing.
Sweet like syrup, shy like mockingbirds, hesitant as kittens, flow like the winds that blow the currents of the ocean, and as vibrant as a child high on fructose.
Feminine intuition should tell her she’s entering dangerously close territory, but she powers on through it regardless, perhaps with ruby red blushed cheeks, perhaps with a whole-hearted smile, perhaps not. But she has taken it, she has taken my eyes off of the situations, the standards, and placed them squarely on  her.
I haven’t felt the buzz in a long time, haven’t felt the attraction in mere moments, yet they have both been reawakened by her.  What’s going on in my head? Is there something that I’m missing? Indeed, It’s her.
A poet in every sense of the word, and a beautiful fortune more so. Her name is synonymous with soul, her eyes are only described as deepening pools of eternity, smile described as Insta-ready, but is that all? Whoever mentioned it was unjust to her. For her smile speaks more than she. It tells of trial and error, love and lost and perhaps more.
She has lost much, but what she has lost shall be regained somehow, and I pray I’m around to see her dreams be achieved singlehandedly by her,  girl wonder. Taken more stress than the human body should bare and still walking through the hell with clenched fists and a strong gait.
I can feel her presence, sense her sadnesses, why cry? No need for tears of sorrow for you one day, no need for fears or upsetments. I know she knows who she is, and I hope these words touch her, for nothing else shall harm her, nothing shall infiltrate her innocence and take advantage, not with the help of my will and strength, and I give it to her now for her well-being and protection.
I don’t know her as much as I’d like, but perhaps I might, perhaps I might understand her complexities for good and allow them to stick close to me in whatever form of intimatic energy we find, whether friendly or deeper.
A speaker is simply an amplifier for sounds, a stronger voice for a weaker one.  I have been told that I’m the speaker, the strong voice in a world of weak voices, but I don’t see how. She is her own speaker, her own voice may rise louder and stronger than many that have been tried before her, and yet she still hurts. If I could, I’d take the pains away, protect her from what I believe is hurting her. But what if It’s not what I think? What if I’m merely protecting her from what I figured was hurting her and it wasn’t. What if I only end up messing up again? It’s not my intention to ruin the rose by picking it, but to let it linger in the **** patch would allow it to disappear from me.
I don't know how anyone would feel about this.
I bet they would stop reading me if I do this.
But this is one of the things that I really love.
And I'd be able to write about it for hours.
So if you are a wrestling fan, then keep reading.
If you're not, the you might wanna stop.

Alright, if you are still reading this, thank you.
Now I can get started and tell you what I know.
I know what a bunch of the moves are called.
And I can tell you who my favorite wrestlers are.
I can even tell you what my favorite storylines are.
I have a variety of wrestlers that I like to watch.
There are some that I don't, but I like the music.
You know, the music they use when they come out.
Anyway, the wrestlers that I like to watch are:
Jeff Hardy, Shawn Michaels, Triple H, John Cena,
The Bella Twins, Kelly Kelly, Mickey James, AJ Lee,
The Rock, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Santino Marella,
Trish Stratus, and Brie Bella (on her own).
I love these wrestlers for a lot of reasons.
And if you want, I'll make a separate thing for each.
Just like this if you want me to, and I will.
Anyway, the wrestlers that I like the music to are:
Randy Orton, Edge, RVD, Christian, Eve Torres,
Brie Bella, Trish Stratus, The Rock, Jeff Hardy,
Kelly Kelly, Shawn Michaels,  and Mickie James.
Alright. the names are practically the same.
But that's because the music is very catchy.
My favorite storylines are the following:
Shawn Michaels and JBL (late 08 - early 09)
Brie and Nikki Bella (Happening right now)
Jeff and Matt Hardy (2009)
Shawn Michaels and Chris Jericho (2008)
Triple H and Randy Orton (Mid 2009)
The Rock and CM Punk (2012)
Jeff Hardy and CM Punk (2010)
And I'm sure that there are more.
I just can't recall them at the moment.
But I think that this will do for now.
I hope you liked this.
Please give it a like you want me to get
into more detail about the wrestlers.
And if you want me to get into more
detail about the storylines.
I don't know how many of you watch Monday Night Raw, Smackdown, or TNA Impact Wrestling. But if you do and you like this. Then like it and I will get into detail one by one of the people I like and the storylines I like. Thanks for reading. Bye!
Lovey Jul 2015
Perfection to most is a key to being "right" to everyone else.
Perfection is almost like what you have to be.
perfection whatever the hell it is has become.more.important to worry about than who we really are inside.
Perfection doesnt last forever.
Perfection doesnt even exsist.
there will never be such a thing as someone being perfect.
we all have our things we all have our worries,our fear, our little things.
How did this "perfection" become more important than our dreams?
how did looking good enough just not to be made fun of become a reality?
When did these groups be casted just so everyone could feel lonely.
Everyday we wake up and wonder if we look right.
Or if we are gonna be made fun of again.
im on the outside of it all looking at those who worry more about what people say more than a future they hold.
After those 4 years are up and you were so worried about being "perfect" to a person who left you in three seconds ill be the one going to yail while you sitting there wondering what you did for those 4 years. So instead of worrying of words worry about your dream and catch it.-mickie rouxe-
Lovey Jul 2015
I miss you when im gone.
The long days without you.
I miss not talking to you.
I miss not being able to hear your voice.
I miss not being able to talk to someone when im crying.
Its like hell without you.
I love you.
But somehow i always have to leave.
I hate it.
I hate crying cause i miss you.
I hate writing letters that you never see.
I miss us..
I miss talking to you till 5 am about random crap.
I hate talking about being with you, But that cant be right now.
I miss you everyday without you.
You mean the world to me.
You're the one thing i come back to every time without fail.
You're the one thing i cant lose..
Because I Love You.
-Mickie Rouxe-
Johnny Panic Mar 2012
I’m not a poet
I just wanted to know
When the Mickie D’s
On Detroit closes.


Seriously.
Charles Sturies Feb 2017
Road Runner is my all-time favorite- I like the song by Junior Walker too.

He, Road Runner, that is , reminds me of mentally ******* friends of mine who always strut around in a huff.

"It"'s a scream.

Bugs Bunny and Mel Blanc (Mel, one of Jack Benny's sidekicks) voice for him - Bugs was frothy with my kind of sarcasm.

Mickey Mouse I thought of as a kind of a put-on for guys that look like that a little who were always cutting up.

I used to get that song Hey Mickie by Toni Basil read piped in loud in my mind, it seemed when it played on the jukebox at that sports bar I used to hang out at.

Yosemite Sam is like some of the severely mentally ill guys on my geriatric psych ward who are really abrupt, loud, and whose bark is bigger than their bite.

McGruff - I wrote a piece about him - he's not of course from a cartoon - but from my yesteryear, who was under the weather, hence the crime wave.

Just like Smokey the Bear, he was a lovable character.
I like King of the Hill and Family Guy at night for yukks.

On Sat morn back in the day I guess when I had enough time I used to get a bit of a kick out of Fat Albert cartoons and the Jackson Five stuff on lonely, for me, Saturday morning to perk me up for the rest of the day.

Back in the old days, they reminded me of figures I knew like them in real life.

Sylvester the Cat, Felix the Cat, Hekyll and Jekyll, Daffty Duck, and Might Mouse tickled my little boy sense of humor.

In comic Books, I was impressed with the sense of humor of Little LuLu.

In the newspaper, Hagar the Barbarian and Beetle Bailey tickled my funny bone a little.

That's all, Folks.
Lovey Sep 2015
Mindless time can pass by us without us knowing.
Mindless time doing mindless things.
We waste time so easy.
We let a thing we think is just there.
Go by mindlessly.
Why?
Time. It is precious
Time is our key.
Why are people so blind. You mindless time of texting doing whatever other thing.
Is the time you change your life.
Time is an infinite thing right?
Yes but not for one person.
One person does not hold infinite time.
It'll never be there.
Time last on and on yes.
But a person doesn't.
Time comes at a price, Yes it is a thing that is there forever.
But why waste precious time?
You are a simple human.
You are not the works of the universe.
You are a person controlled by the universes ways.
You have choices with your time.
But the universe still takes its play.
The universe is the master of the time your the one playing the game.
So instead of mindless time.
Use the time to become the best **** thing you can be.
Become your dream.
Time gives us the chance.
To prove every single thing someone says is impossible can be done.
Every impossibility is the things we need to be.

-Mickie
Lovey Jul 2015
Life- Ive been asked what the heck life is?
What is the meaning of it we all die in the end?
Well here it is the slim understanding of it.
Yes we all die in the end of our time but what about in between?
All the memory's you can make you may think your not born for a reason but truth is you are.
Every single persons here for a reason may not know right now where you are.
But you'll find out within time.
There is no reason to take your life or say its of no value if you dont know whats coming in the future.
You may feel like giving up on life and as if you mean nothing and do not matter at all.
But how do you know if you've yet to live the future or have seen whats to come.
What about all the people you may think dont care for you or you think would do better without you.
But if you were gone you'd be hurting not just yourself and your life but everyone in it.
Everyone has times where you feel like you would be better with dying.
And being gone forever and never having to deal with anything.
Where you feel like your a waste of everyone's time but your not.
You make an impact on peoples life good or bad and no matter what
you do something good even if you did make a bad impression.
You give them something to grow on and others give you horrible pain
its your experience not anyone else's.
Your story is yours you are the author of your book dont let it end
and be a short story
let it be long have it be multiple books and not just one..
With every tear is an amazing person.
Every struggle is just a way to make you stronger may not be the ways we wish but in the end
your one of the strongest among many people.
With every memory there are smiles and tears but not matter what
both are remembered for some reason good or bad both they make
you YOU and that who you are.
No matter how you end up you are built up strong  to go threw the thing called life.
Just takes time to be unbreakable
and that means you will get demolished and rise up out of it.
You cant automatically know how
to read a book it takes time so does becoming unbreakable.
Your life isn't a fairy tale.
If i had a dime for how how many times ive said or ive heard others say they wished the could
die i'd be a billionaire.
But Disney doesn't direct your life they only direct movies something thats not real called slim happiness
-Mickie Rouxe-
my original writing of this
Mark Tilford Apr 2016
Keeping your secrets
Can be pretty tricky
Sticky!!

Hiding those hickey's
And those quickies

With  guys named Rickey
and Dicky

With woman  named Niki
  And
Mickie

Sneaky!!
Cheesy!!

So easy!!
So ******!!

Seedy!!
On the other hand how dreamy

And very steamy
Kind of fun being sneaky

Not so creepy
Love it deeply

Nothing wrong with briefly
getting freaky

Just do it discreetly
Then it want be so

TRICKY
!!
Lovey Jul 2015
Emotions-Their like small little magic tricks inside you.
Your happy one second and then bam their magic act begins.
Your all of the sudden a part of a life long act.
You don't have a choice your just the puppet to play with.
Once they turn their card your emotions are the play.
Your clown of card is playing them but never drops them for your emotions to be displaced.
But your clowns favorite cards are your sadness and pain.
Your stuck on strings being your puppet for a show.
Being paraded around like some kind of act.
But wait you are.
You are the only part of the act everyone comes to see.
They come to see which card of emotions is next and laugh when you get hurt once again.
No one cares to cut the strings to let you be free.
Cause then where would there puppet of tears be?
-Mickie Rouxe-
Lovey Jul 2015
People they come to be judgmental towards others.
The say words that demolish others.
The crush people.
A simple word, can **** someone.
People say.
Words are just words they dont affect you.
But words are why wars are started.
Words are why someone killed them self today.
Words are always there.
People say actions speak louder than words but what happens when you cant move?
Words are all you have.
Words are all you have left.
Words are not just simple words.
Words are the most strongest power we all hold.
A word can change someones life forever.
You can save someones life by words.
How likely can you by actions?
What if your to far to do something.
Words is all you have.
How did the power of words become so small but actions now rule to be more powerful than words that change the world.
You can not change a world by actions.
But you most definitely can by words.
Inspiration starts with words and builds to more.
Words.
They can haunt you if you let them.
If you keep unsaid words inside you'll come to know those words you never said are the one things you needed to be said.
Words are what heals you.
Words are what kills you.
So how can a word be so worthless?
If it can **** people inside and then out.
But a word can also heal a persons entirety.
Words save people, But words also ****.
-Mickie Rouxe-
Lovey Jul 2015
Love-It is confusing at times.
It hurts you.
Love is perfect yet heartbreaking.
Some of us search for a person to love in order not to feel alone.
It makes you smile.
It makes you cry.
It makes us strong.
It makes us weak.
Love is the feeling when your laying in bed and there's one person you can not get off your mind.
Love is waking up and instantly smiling thinking of that one person.
Love is what makes reality better than any dream you could ever have then.
When on the brink of sadness.
Love heals and makes you smile mindlessly.
A persons simple words can make every single thing fade away and only those words stay with you.
Love is the mindless smiling.
Love makes you feel butterflies.
Or makes you nervous.
Love can make you cry.
Love can make you sad.
But also you come to know when love is true when, You can go threw everything with everyone hating you at times,
but then theres one person you can run to that you can hug.
Love is complicated.
Cause you fall in love many times til you know there's one person you couldn't go a day without.
Til you break with that person and you both come to know you are meant to be forever.
Or
The strong feeling of connection that you just know, Its meant to be.
Love is love.
No matter the person.
If you love them, then simply create a fairy tale others wish they had.
-Mickie Rouxe-
Lovey Jul 2015
Its ok to sit and cry at times. But dont sit there to long.
You have to get up and move on with your life.
Or its a matter of time till you fall and all you are is tears.
If somebody wants to walk out of your life let them,
Especially if you tried to be the best you could be,and you've done everything. If they still  want to walk away then learn its their loss not yours.
Half the people you are going to be sitting crying,and being depressed over are you going to even remember their name in 3 years?
Some people will come into your life for a life time.
Some come for a season.
You have to know what is what.
People get married to people their only supposed to there to teach you one lesson then wonder why you have so many problems in the marriage.
Then they wonder why  they can not find piece anywhere
Because people are misplacing the people whom are only supposed to come into your life to be there for a short while not an entire lifetime and it will mess the things up.
Think of a tree
You've got your leaves that fall off when the season changes.
Thats fine.
Theres a lot of people in the world who are like that.
Some people are like branches on the tree.
But once you step on your own.
They break and fall off the tree.
But once you find those few people who are the roots of your tree thats when your special.
Cause those are the people who are going no where.
Once you get your roots  you good.
Once you do let the rest go
Dont just throw people away.
If you tell the person the thing thats wrong and they try to fix it keep them.
But if they keep doing something that keeps hurting you thats a person who doesnt care you have to let them go no matter the pain.
You have to learn how to be on your own then how are you gonna learn to be with someone else.
You have your time to work on yourself.
Till the world puts someone for you to love.
-mickie rouxe-
Lovey Jul 2015
Happiness- It seems so impossible to find.
Most of everyone aren't happy.
But one simple day turns them entirely around and you find the way out of your darkness.
You may fall back in.
But no one is stuck in eternal sorrow and pain.
You get put there for a reason to grow to become strong in order to become happy on your own.
The universe knows its ways for each and knows what its doing for everyone.
You may not know why your in the place you are or when you'll ever be ok.
But time is always key.
Its all you can rely on to find your strength.
so sit tight.
You'll be out soon.
-Mickie Rouxe-
Lovey Jul 2015
Fear-You can die without fighting a single one away.
Your fear of letting go of sadness can never be done
if you dont fight it to let go.
Your fear of never being happy can never be done
if you dont let go of your sadness.
Your fears of jumping and never coming back will
never be done if all you carry is fear.
Fear may be everywhere you turn.
It can be at every end of each corner you walk to make you blocked.
Your fear may be falling out of the box your living in.
But in the end you can fall down and stand on your feet and say you lived.
Fear may be on each corner but its defeatable.
There is nothing to lose if you dont let there be.
-Mickie rouxe-
Lovey Jul 2015
Time-Time is fragile you dont know how much you have of it.
You're past is what makes you but is also some of what you need to let go and only hold on to the happiness of the past. The future is you're hope to seek happiness, you're dreams of the future time. The present is you seconds,minutes,and hours that you have now. The present is you're most precious part of the time you have cause the seconds you have now you may run out and not have a future. So keep you're present time dearly in mind and do not waste it.-mickie rouxe-
Lovey Jul 2015
I need a light.
some kinda of way to tell me ill get out my darkness.
That things get better.
I need some way to know im not stuck forever.
I need a way to know im not insane.
I need a way to stop my tears.
I need a way not to break.
I need something to show me i wont be broken forever.
I need that something now.
I need something to fix me.
I need something to help me out of this.
I just need something to make me feel safe.
I just need me back.
I lost who i am.
I dont know who i am anymore.
I just need some way to make me ok again, Before i cry again forever.
I just need something to block my tears.
I just need anything to make me whole.
I just need the one thing that can show me i can stop crying.
I just need simple happiness.
For once.
Its all i want and need..-mickie-
Lovey Jul 2015
I cant stand my own tears.
I cant stand my own pain.
I cant stand my hurt.
I cant stand on my feet again.
I cant say im ok.
I cant stand on my own..
I cant keep it in anymore.
I cant hold everything in without bursting into tears.
Im not strong anymore.. What happened?-mickie-
Lovey Jul 2015
Happiness so suddenly becomes crushed by the blink of an eye.
People wonder why I hate to be happy.
Because at least being destroyed you dont go threw the hurtful ride of pain.
People wonder why I hate to pieces to smile.
Cause its easier to stay in tears then be crushed again.
People wonder why I would want to be sad.
Because then I wouldn't fall and hurt so badly.
I've come used to the circle of sadness.
I used to love being happy but im scared of it..
I've become afraid of being happy.
Because when i do theres something or someone whom finds a way to break it.
When I smiles it feels amazing.
But once its crushed and turned to tears its hurts more than anything.
To know your afraid to be happy.
That is close to the worst pain to face..
-Mickie Rouxe-
Lovey Jul 2015
Be a person who makes people smile.
Not another person who makes them cry.
-mickie rouxe-
Jovanny Prado Aug 2016
I was in my mama's whip coming back from group session
Didn't think I'd see this pretty girl at the intersection
Man I had to get to know her fell in love with her complexion
So I turned the whip around I did that **** like so aggressive.
She was with my sister and my cousin but I was stressing
Had to get her by my side I knew she was a blessing
Took the 3 to Mickie D's didn't say one word to me
But I knew we needed time you just had to notice me
Didn't even know your name and I just knew I couldn't ask
Didn't want to start no trouble sister would've whooped my ***
In the whip just switching lanes I caught myself just looking back
Looking at the woman of my dreams sitting in the back


October 2nd, 2011-present....

Five years with her on October 2nd 2016
Lovey Jul 2015
Time,time changed me.
I think back to when i was little. I smiled so easily over small things.
I smiled over a song or a bird or a cookie even.
The simple things i loved i loved waking up everyday.
I loved dreaming. I only had to wake up and play i had my own world it was small.
Then i grew.
Time went by, The small girl who would smile so easily turned to cry so easily and smile so rarely.
Time went by and I became so lonely i dont know why.
I felt heartbreak but didn't know why. I hurt myself in so many ways.
I still sometimes do.
Time destroyed me it broke me.
I cant blame anyone for what happened cause what happened well it just did.
No one could do anything we we're all helping each other out of the hardest time ever for all of us.
We we're all hurt, all in pain, all close to self destructing.
We all cried our selves to sleep sometimes still do.
We all tried our hardest to keep each other alive when we would break.
We we're family. Then one broke and died.
I watched them die. I broke im destroyed still.
I hold a smile can anyone see me?
Or the costume i hold up in the light to fool them.
I fool them to well.
people say i am a terrible liar but trick is ive been hiding me this whole time.
Lying that im happy.
Faking im ok.
No one knows whats happened to me im so closed up im a master at the game.
I can make you seem im so happy nothing could be wrong but im cutting the second you turn.
I'm fading who i was faded. Where am i? Can you find me? Time lost my mind but ive still got my soul.
So from here i make up a patterned game of happiness an illusion to make myself seem as if im happy.
I've become the magician at my circus I learned the perfect trick.
I've become to learn the greatest one of all.
Its my illusion, Its my mask ive learned to cast to wear.
I've become an act of a play.
I've become a replica of a script.
I've become perfect at my part.
I've been casted the lie of happiness. How am i doing?
-Mickie Rouxe-

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