MOM NEVER by Tracy Leigh

Mom I think of you often

You left when we were both so young

You never were able to be free

You were never free from sickness

You were never loved

You were never cherished

The way you cherished

You were never held

The way you held

But Mom you were loved by me, I loved being near you

Enjoying our time as we sang together and wrote songs about love

You were the beauty in every song

The sweetness of the smile on your face

Oh how wonderful your warm embrace.

 

But the fire came and burned you down

I watched in amazement, your song is gone

I still think of your smile as times gone by

A loss still stings and my heart still dreams

 

You and me against the world

You are gone, I am left to carry on

Remembering will have to do.

 

Your Loving Daughter

Tracy

WORDS by Tracy Leigh

Running my fingers through my hair

Combing it as I chew on a cracker

Read a book

Stop the tears

Forget the pain

Unlock the door

Cry alone in my cell

Never let them see you cry

 

If I spoke to others as my thoughts speak to me.

Change my thoughts, I don’t want to hurt others with my words.

So many are in so much pain.

Why can they not see I mean no pain.

I want them to know they are loved.

I am angry at the way people treat each other.

Why do we hurt each other.

I have to take my thoughts captive, so that I am blessing thought that lift people up not

judge them as I judge myself.

Think on things that are pure, happy, freeing, laughing, a good word.

Speak these things.

 

If your words are of a good report, positive affirmations

Happy memories

Today is gone by fast.

Let them all run together that I can not tell days anymore.

I don’t want to know or even recognize days.

Let them pass without care.

Allow me to sleep days away.

Remember them no more.

Anybody by Morgan

Anyone who knows me knows I am an animal person.  If I were an animal, I’d be a shark.  Sharks don’t mope around when things get rough, they swim around strong as ever and remind everyone that they are still a god damn shark.  which flows into my best qualities topic…

My best qualities?  My relentless undying solid personality of course.  I don’t quit ever.  I’m unmovable, I can’t be swayed or manipulated, because I stick strictly to facts and see through everything.  I also keep a positive attitude no matter what.

Anybody can accomplish this level.  Everything happens for a reason, and sometimes circumstances put you in places for one reason or another.  Maybe you’re supposed to meet somebody and change their life.  Maybe they are supposed to change yours.  Perhaps only way was through mis~circumstances.

Everything in life is a matter of perception and attitude.  You control your own path based on what you choose.  You’re only responsible for your own thoughts, actions and reactions, and not other people’s personality flaws.  Make goals and do them.  Start small and silly if you need to.  I am going to take one breath, two…  I’m taking one step , two…  going to make breakfast, lunch… Then go bigger as you can.  Everything you do is accomplished.  Everybody comes from different backgrounds, different levels, different struggles, different obstacles.  Choose your success and do it.

I may be stuck here right now, but as I said before, I am a mother fucking shark.  Maybe part of me being here is to say dust yourself off, screw negativity and move forward.  Polish your world and the dirt will stay off.  Truly! So reach for the stars and jump.  You all can touch them.

Where Am I Going And Why? by Samantha Huber-Laatsch

The truth is, I have no idea where I am going or why.  You can make plans in life, to a certain extent, but sometimes, life has other plans for you.  I never expected to be sitting where I am right now, never planned on it.  I believe things happen for a reason.  I may not know exactly what that reason is, but I do know that this has made me stronger.  I also believe that it doesn’t matter where I am going because the journey is what is important, not the destination.  We are all working towards the same thing; Death.  Which, reverend Todd said, is the fairest thing there is, because we all receive just one.  So death, or the destination does not matter.  Life is what matters, the journey.  So look to the person next to you, and be grateful for their life.  Be kind, silly and loving.  All we really have in this life is each other.

What Advice Would My Old Self Give To My Current Self? by Tia Maria Lyn

Don’t try to grow up too fast, enjoy being a child.

Play Hard! Be Active! Act Silly!

Drink more water.

Say how you feel and what you think don’t hold back.

Dance whenever you can!

Laugh as much as possible.

Write more often, you are pretty good at it.

Make big fires and sit by them with friends.

Swim as much as possible, preferably in the ocean.

Tell the ones you love how much you love them every chance you can.

Drive carefully!

Don’t be afraid of loss you were lucky enough to have had.

Cherish your memory and all your memories.

Never live one day without a dog and always try to love unconditionally.

Don’t be afraid of aging but never lose your inner child.

Always listen and never stop learning.

Make more time for yourself and take that time to be alone.

Work less! Money isn’t everything.

Never stop going to the playground, even if you don’t have a kid to bring with you.

Swing High!

Exercise, it always leaves you feeling better.

Listen to that inner voice.

Stay true to yourself, Always.

Whenever you find yourself on the back of a horse, gallop as fast as you can and don’t forget to scream.

By Selestria

“ Light will someday split you open; even if your life now is a cage.”

 

The first time I read this poem I was immediately moved. Recently out of confinement and forced into an unwanted situation in an already stressful environment could be described lights as life in a cage. The concept of jail at its core is to place individuals in cages. It wasn’t the solitude experienced in confinement that haunted me, shockingly enough. It was after I was released amongst my peers that the anxiety and stimulation began to swallow me whole. I’ve come to the conclusion that reaction was because I was already alone. It’s funny how familiar confinement can feel. Things that you were aware but unsure of, rise from the fog and things that were unseen scream for attention. My insecurities, doubts and suspicions suddenly had nowhere to hide. I felt so lost. Self-confrontation was the cage and my emotions was the monster. The effort to keep them hidden and subdued drained all that was left of me from my fingertips. I was my captor and my prisoner. Through the darkness created by shame there is now hope. I’m not sure when or how it happened but I ignited. At first they were just sparks. Small but significant embers spreading across, kindle what can only be assumed to have been left by God. She has left for me the tools for my controlled burn. As the days pass I can feel the light becoming more accessible. Not yet does the blaze shine through me, nor are there significant smoke signals, but I can feel the warmth spreading. Not everyday, some days are better than others, but some days I can feel it reach my darkest places. I may have abandoned my camp but that light was always inside me. Natural disasters have a way of allowing for new life. One day when the wreckage has been cleared I’ll cease to hold my mind prisoner to my emotions. All that I hope to be is seen as a light meant for me but of use to others.