Thursday, September 15, 2011

Back to Square One

Something isn't right
My world has shifted
Everything that was
Cannot be found

Time stands still
My heart aches
What happened to us
Is haunting me

The past is repeated
My trust broken
Hurting again
Words cannot express




Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Seeing, Believing, Denying

I saw what I saw
I see what I see
The truth is not good enough for me
I know you are weak
I wish I were blind
cause my heart can't take another lie
so I live in denial
I prefer ignorant bliss
just wish you thought I was better than this

Sunday, September 11, 2011

September 11th 2001 - Crystal Grey

This was a poem written by another military wife. While my words failed me, she came up with this.


Two towers came crashing down
Four planes hit the ground
Heroes fought
but Lives were Lost
They wanted to destroy us. They wanted us to go away.
But we are here to stay! We will not go away!
We will never forget that day!



Saturday, September 10, 2011

You're Scared - Written in Jr High

This was written prior to me moving from Massachusetts to Ohio in 1995

I know the reason you broke up with me
You were scared our love again could be
You're afraid of getting hurt on the day
The day I have to move away
You're scared to lose me forever
You don't want to be hurt by me, not ever
The only thing you could possibly do
Was to hurt me, so it wasn't you
So you turned around and left me
Now I think I finally see
You didn't really want or love me
You just went and used me
But I understand and I see
You did it to make me happy

Friday, September 9, 2011

So Pathetic

As I am going through my binder of old poetry, I realize just how pathetic I really was. HA! I wrote the cheesiest, sappiest, most ridiculous poems for the most random things. Mostly they were written about getting dumped by my boyfriend of the week or about how in love I was with said boyfriend of the week.

That makes me sound bad! I know! Really, though, they were all about boyfriends and break ups and moving. And in all honesty, they were mostly about the same few boyfriends... the important ones. The ones I actually remember now and talk to still.

However, there are a few about boyfriends that I don't even remember any more and they make me sound like a pathetic lost puppy dog. I must have put my mother through hell in my awkward, love-centric, I am going to die if you don't love me tween & teenage years. And how ironic that now I am putting the rest of the world through those same years with this blog.

I hope if nothing else you can at least get a kick out of the silliness that I wrote down on paper. The ridiculousness that spewed from my foolish love sick heart. I know I will!