Learning to let you go
Knowing that we can not stay
Maybe we can get it back right
But not now, not today
I have to say good~bye
The pain we cause each other,
Compared to the good times
To say it doesn’t hurt to
My soul would be a lie
Every dream I had involved
Me being with you
I’ve thought absence makes the
Heart grow fonder but it
Seems apart we grew
In my heart, to you I”ll
Always belong, you’ll
Forever be mine
I believe our love can
Be described best as
A wrinkle in Time
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring
A second from now isn’t promising
With time I’ve learned to truly
Make it count.
To give it all you’ve got, to have
no regrets, that’s what it’s about
Forgive quick, love quicker, and love
With all your might
Bask in the sun during the day,
Admire the stars and moon at night
It’s a facade, the fame and
Priority lies with caring for your
Soul and health
Take heed of what you say and do
Because it’s what you’ll leave behind
It should be good for the ones after
You to find
The world has enough wicked
And bad that’s around
I intend to put out as much good
And love as I can
Before I am in the ground
She prays her mom would come home
Cuz she cry to for a visit
Her mother who is never there
Cuz she’s always in prison
In her letters she expresses
How she misses all those kisses
And how she wishes that her mom
Could have been with her
She sits inside her cell
Regretting everything she did
And crying over pictures
Of her invisible kid
She wonders if when she gets out
Will her child still even want her
And dreams of a reunion
With her invisible daughter
She’s always on my mind
And I hope that I can explain help my child understand
I didn’t want to stay away
And how much that I have missed her
And with her is where I’d rather be
I pray at night she feels the same
For invisible me…
I don’t trust nothing
I can tell when it’s a facade
I don’t trust n’one
Cuz deception isn’t hard
It comes before U
So they look out for themselves
So I only depend on me
And put my trust in nothing else
A lie don’t care who tell it
As long as it gets told
Lying is one of the oldest professions
Dreams are always bought and sold
But I ain’t buying just anything
So please do not mind that I am cheap
Better to be frugal than a fool
You can’t sell that shit to me
(Given the prompt to include three words: Madman, Tarpon, Zipper)
There once was a madman,
Who didn’t like to live on land.
Most of his days are spent out at sea.
Fishing for Tarpon and eating canned peas.
With rain boots on his feet,
Everyone says he’s scary to meet.
His name is Kyle.
He has a zipper for a smile.
As I kissed you on the cheek Good Bye all I could do for days is cry.
They took my baby boy Tommy away. Are the only words I can say.
It’s been almost twelve long years and still I shed many tears.
Please let some of the pain ease, It is all I am asking please!
You blessed everyone around you with your smiles.
To see you again I would crawl a million miles…
To hear your voice, Oh how I would rejoice!
I will never say good bye cause you are still right here in my heart to stay
Until I get to Heaven one day …
Dedicated to my son Tommy Shields August 3rd 1981 to March 16th 2006
Let her have time and silence, enough paper to make mistakes and go on. It’s funny how time can be both her best friend and her worst enemy. Time makes itself easy to trust, in the sense she knows it will be there at the same exact moment everyday. One thing for sure, time never misses a day. Some days, or even moments, time is on her side. She even wishes she had more of it. As quick as a blink of an eye, time can be against her. Time switches up on her over and over again. The most unhealthy relationship in her life is time. It is a relationship she can not escape. Her and time must be together no matter how bad she hates it. Time changes her constantly, yet she can not seem to change time. It can not be controlled. She could try to change time if she wanted , but it would just hurt her in the long run. Besides, time would find it’s way back in anyways. It always does. Why is her life controlled by time? She tries everything she can to kill time, yet it never seems to die. Give her a pen and paper and she feels as if she is winning the war against time. As soon as she finishes writing time is still alive and winning well and she feels defeated all over again. Some days time seems to fly by. Like she barely spent any time with it. Other days time goes so slow. These days time is dreadful company. She wishes time would hurry up and pass, but she is stuck alone with it’s company. Those days time is selfish and consuming and the most miserable company she has. In the snap of a finger time can disappear and leave the room. It gives her a chance to breath and enjoy herself. She thinks time is gone and just that quick she finds herself in the hands of time once again as she’s racing it. Now there is not enough time. Why must time play these games? Now, she sits in silence. Figuring a plan of attack. The object of defeat is simple, do the time, don’t let the time do her. It’s exhausting, being in a relationship with time. She checks the time religiously, sometimes dozens of checks each day. Why does time never check on her? Why is she the one living her life for time but time isn’t living it’s life for her?
At least she can count on time. She knows it will always be there. Excuse her while she checks on time again….