tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33848401635994104842024-02-22T11:02:56.653-08:00what's left overtissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-42582282809416310452017-11-07T06:24:00.001-08:002017-11-07T06:25:20.066-08:00Still I bleed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Mount me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">you filthy bastard<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Fill me with<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">your seed<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Your last breath<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">is my renewal<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Still I bleed<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Take this life<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">No remorse<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Unto you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I lay bare<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">With these eyes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I plunge<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">my sword<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Do I dare</span><o:p></o:p></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-241269736193152142017-08-10T09:56:00.001-07:002017-08-14T04:40:59.559-07:00shatter<div class="MsoNormal">
You die a little inside. Pieces of you lay broken scattered
across the floor.</div>
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We walk around it. Pretending not to see. </div>
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Ravaged your body
slumbers. Your mind frantic. </div>
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Searching for peace. Time heals. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Where there was light lives darkness. </div>
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Physically numb. Spiritually bound. </div>
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Your soul
empty and broken. Raw. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She will rise again. </div>
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Her heart battle fatigued. Quietly
she mourns. Wearing her armour.</div>
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She smiles. She pretends. </div>
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No one
really sees her.<o:p></o:p></div>
A little girl lost. Get up her father cries.<br />
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But he does not
catch her. <o:p></o:p></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-32995971294121774932017-07-30T12:37:00.001-07:002017-07-30T12:38:13.892-07:00Angel<p dir="ltr">All that she is she is not. And in death she is finally free. Through failure she is alive.</p>
<p dir="ltr">With clipped wings. She can no longer fly. An angel fallen. Who will save her. This light diminished. She is bereft. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Bring her diamonds. Let her glitter. Wrapped in tulle.  Gentle is her breath. A whisper of wind in flight. </p>
<p dir="ltr">She is earth. Wisps of sand scattered wayward. Bound to nothing her soul uncaged.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Stars beckon. She wanders across the night sky needing to shine.</p>
<p dir="ltr">In death she escapes. Pity and sorrow. From haste and worry she survives. What is broken earthen. A spirit lifted to the heavens where she may slowly exhale. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Divinity in loosened chains. She clings to noone. New joy in the release of burden. </p>
<p dir="ltr">This angel. Lives in hope. The shadows of mercy. She is forsaken.</p>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-46509602176152323922017-07-27T10:45:00.004-07:002017-07-27T10:46:19.116-07:00Inside Out<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">There but for the
sake of his pride she wanders into darkness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This world I see
through eyes unlearned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Misshapen, time weary.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Fatigued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">What I saw I was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Emulating who I knew
you wanted me to be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Chameleon. Fraud.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Inside she is truth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Genuine to herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Hidden. Unexplored.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Eyes wide open.
Beauty and peace in freedom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Her story rewritten.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Rested from this deep
slumber she awakens.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Inside out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She is art.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-60898619731148504672017-07-23T14:57:00.002-07:002017-07-26T05:46:08.319-07:00Temporary<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Happiness is temporary. Captured pockets of joy. Filling
you. Making you smile. Euphoria as it penetrates you filling you completely. As
the sun awakens filling the sky with glorious light it rises powerful mighty.
Darkness returns silencing every color letting free little pieces of light in
its wake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">My heart longing for normalcy. Seeking fulfillment. Wanton
to discover some happiness. It will be lost when the sun shines welcoming the
morrow. Just a few moments more of his smile his touch. Memories faded with
time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Ever changing. Who is this girl? Was she ever loved or simply
a fleeting moment in your life. Carefree unweighted her soul transcended to a
new universe where she could be everything she wanted. You caused this. You
lifted her made her whole and left her broken. There were no promises. You
cannot take back what you never gave. Her fragile heart shattered hidden bereft
of light no one will ever know. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She is surrounded by people. Her voice alive in her stories
her songs. Her eyes alight. She walks strong amongst the living bearing no
witness to what lay dormant beneath the veil. This is all temporary. Tomorrow
she will rise and dance. She will seek the sun. Love her children. One step
further from what had finally betrayed her was stole from her. From this she moves
onward. Fragmented. She may never be whole again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Unfiltered by society’s poison she refuses to still her
brain with tainted reality. Manufactured bliss. She would rather feel. Every
sound touch sorrow presses upon her snatching her breath stealing her slowly tearing
her into pieces. This is only temporary. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Who is this girl if not your friend your lover your
daughter. Is she enough when she looks towards the mirror. Who stands behind
her as she stares blankly ahead? Is this only temporary?</span><o:p></o:p></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-47506916433448438192017-07-15T17:22:00.001-07:002017-07-15T17:22:38.959-07:00What do I say<p dir="ltr">There are no words. I crumble. This heart so broken. Denied of what makes sense. Filled with shame. Frightened. Who is she now? She comes from no one. All that defined her gone. Daughter. Wife. Mother. She is lost. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Peek inside. There is no happiness. Her life a façade. This game she plays. Tell me who I am today. Chameleon. Master of disguise. The great pretender. She is no one. Empty. </p>
<p dir="ltr">This machine. A fairy tale. The house where she lived a nameless street passing time. This dream. She belongs to no one. Does she matter I wonder. Who claims this lost soul. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Borne of seed. Nurtured. Coveted. Beloved. Who is she now? Who kisses this salty tear or holds her hand tightly in sleep. Who beholds her beauty in wonderment and awe? Her tangled hair moist with fallen tears lay in tendrils about a dampened pillow. </p>
<p dir="ltr">An overhead fan whirs gently beckoning her further into sleep. A troubled mind fraught with fear. Who stands with her keeping her strong helping her to breathe and giving her comfort? </p>
<p dir="ltr">She sits alone quite. Uncertain in the face of the unknown. Who loves this girl – who loves this girl?</p>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-56125059098830010722017-07-10T16:49:00.001-07:002017-07-10T16:50:48.843-07:00Afloat<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She smiles. Unreachable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Hidden.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">In plain sight. Alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Captain. Her ship empty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Anchored. Shoreless.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She loves. Unnoticed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Lost.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">In murky waters. Weightless.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Empty. She hungers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She is. Awakened.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Glory.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Victor. Champion of her destiny.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Freedom. At last.</span><br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-44268236067734805632017-07-08T17:35:00.003-07:002017-07-09T02:03:56.074-07:00Legacy<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her story. Last word. Written for all to see. To judge. Who
she loved. Lost. Mourned. Her accomplishments. Strengths. Remembered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Who was she really? Things she kept. Those she trusted.
Laughed with. Cried with. Held hands. Shared passion. Who she fucked. Her first
lover. Her last. Memories.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Greatest loss. Deepest fear. Regrets. Her many mistakes
counted by who. Tallied. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All she owned. Trinkets and things. Fighting hordes like
beggars wanting a piece. Tin and gemstones. Dollars divided. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I want not her thousands nor her jewels. I want her smile.
Her long hair gently caressing my cheek as she bends close to whisper I love
you in my ear. I want to lay quietly at dusk tucked beneath her favorite quilt
straining to hear the lilt of her voice. I wish we could have laughed together
one last time. I want so badly her hand in mine looking past the aged crinkles
around her eyes her mouth. I wish I could take all of her pain unto me. She
deserves peace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cloaked in the color of darkness I pray. Teardrops bleed
from eyes lowered. There is no comfort no joy. Loss unimaginable. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Who was she really? Daughter. Wife. Sister. Mother. Friend.
God’s gift. An angel renews a life everlasting taken from this earth. Who she
loved. Mourned. Missed. Forever in this heart. Her legacy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-1348269076917987252017-07-08T06:53:00.001-07:002017-07-08T06:55:23.137-07:00Yes<p dir="ltr">Wake up. Shout. Scream to the masses. This is who I am. I am enough. Take me. Leave me. Anything else collateral damage. Immaterial. It is me who creates my universe and I must first love myself. </p>
<p dir="ltr">With belief I can create magic. Climb mountains. Through me you can live in my light. My strengths shine bright. The eagle soars her path her own. Revel in her beauty. To feel the love of one who believes is Truth. </p>
<p dir="ltr">When you know you are worthy the world will too. Self is power. Mighty is her sword. Girl got swagger. Girl got game. Play by her rules.</p>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-7816900339525152602017-07-06T17:42:00.000-07:002017-07-06T17:42:27.452-07:00At last<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This plan. Far from
perfect. But it exists. Goals within grasp. Trepidation seeded in new
soil. Its birth takes root but needs sun and rain to nurture. Comfort drawn in the unlikely. Shelter in the
strong. You become who you need to be to
survive. In belief courage spreads its wings. Possessor of my own verdict.
Exonerated from those who decry my desires I choose this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Fruition is borne of idea. Life spreads its wings
evolution. There is no miracle only perseverance.
Let it be. Whose voice is this? This shoulder I lay my worried head upon is thine. I am the keeper of my destiny. Wisdom is borne
of trial and error. This joy. Exultation at all she claims. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">My story written. A path divergent. Would he know her now
want to see who she has become? Beauty defines every step forward. She glows
with anticipation. She has seen truth in pain. Fear not what you have
experienced. All she has done inspires this. She will not be felled. She is. At
last.</span><br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-18616667553365071422017-07-04T06:09:00.001-07:002017-07-04T06:09:12.866-07:00for now<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Our worlds apart. Safe in your arms. Your kiss surrendered as we lay breast to breast. I am wary of what I do not know. This what excites me frightens me. Fragile I hold gently afraid it may shatter. This bubble is not real. You said you will leave. I wait.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In mind we are in kind. Souls locked understanding. We feel deeply riding the ebb of this passion. United in spirit. Our connection true in the cloak of darkness. Will it survive the light. I bleed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You cannot say what I need want to hear. Your past burdens this path. Everybody leaves. This too shall pass. Your words. Your fears. Take only this moment. Will two hearts break. A square peg and cocaine lollipop.</span>tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-45037101518725900602017-07-03T18:56:00.000-07:002017-07-03T19:01:10.588-07:00make a wish<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She is awake.
Finally. This life ended. Stillness. Her heart silent. It beats for no one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Do you remember her?
Her smile bright easy. Who mourns
this lost soul or cries for her. Do you
miss what you could not understand?
Perhaps you could not see. Misguided she was lost. Parts of her missing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Did you see her? She
saw nothing. No way out. There was no hope only pain. Real pain.
Tears unshed. Her armor
strong. Her will unbroken. She laughed. She danced.
The audience loved her. Her
performance brutal honest. We admired
her strength. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">A rose wilted. Her
petals stained torn. Her light
diminished. She felt unloved truly loved
by no one. Her branches heavy. Windswept her leaves fell gently to the
dampened soil her roots exposed. To whom
was she connected. Her wings clipped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Her uncaged self, soars.
Begging freedom across the clear sky kissing the wind with lips so
pure. He forgives her. He knows her pain her sorrow. This world too big. She takes breath. She takes flight this momentum borne of her
fragility. She is an eagle. At peace she returns home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Who mourns for her I wonder. Her story alive. Crimson tarnishes the wood beneath her. Finally at peace. Stillness.
This heart silent. This soul
released. Her breath gentle upon the dandelion
seeds to carry her wishes home and set her free. </span> <o:p></o:p></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-72470290058487079942017-07-02T18:30:00.001-07:002017-07-02T19:01:04.688-07:00Her Freedom<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She tells no one. She
is simply lost. Her mind unfocused
deliberate chaos. This mountain she
climbs. Steals her breath. She is so tired. Angst at what will be. Her burdens freed. There is no fix. Her soul battered weary. Her soul cries for release. All things small heavy she is weighted. There is freedom in the horizon. There is no new. Her chains broken marring her fragile skin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tethered to no one she stands alone rootless. She mourns this future knowing it must
be. She desires simply self. Know her.
Let her dance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Children weep. They
do not understand. They shout at
her. Coward. Their bonds released. They pretend. Their tears unshed. Cast into the murky waters she fights for
light for breath. Their stones thrown
deep. She is alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All she was she discards.
She is without self. Her choices
fresh this territory undiscovered. Who
hears her when she cries laments her troubled heart. She has bled a thousand deaths needing her
truth. Never worthy. Her life was his life and her story their
protection. Her shouts unheard. Her pain unfelt. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her joy anew. She
whispers each day a new blessing.
Forgive her this pain she brings. Understand she needed to be
saved. Freedom comes at this cost. Her smile formed with thine tears. A heart uncaged
remains broken. Set her free. Will this new world be enough giving her what
she believes she wants what she desires. A
life ordinary blessed. A life finally
hers.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-19294369911708496422017-06-29T07:50:00.002-07:002017-06-29T07:51:24.595-07:00In her might<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The tree stood mighty for thousands of years, her silent
branches reaching heavenward to welcome the light and the warmth. And she has survived in time through all
seasons weathering sorrow and despair, guarding her saplings that lay in the
shadows of her wings. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And in her greatest pain she is rudderless, for there are no
roots beneath the loosened soil. She
comes from no one. Who remarks on her
beauty and admires her strength when she stands alone. What holds her in place and keeps her
strong. Courage is born of faith and
through Him she will carry hope</span><o:p></o:p></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-53836871242915496362017-06-28T04:49:00.001-07:002017-06-28T04:52:17.892-07:00I'll never be<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I will never be<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">what you do not see</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">so you set me free</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif; font-size: large;">where does that leave me?</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-52712721350131968172017-06-28T04:41:00.003-07:002017-06-28T04:43:05.267-07:00Ghost<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">In her shadow<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">She taunts me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">I wait<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">What if<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">This binds me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">She is not real<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Still he clings<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">What if<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Is this enough<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">For me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">I am free<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms", sans-serif; font-size: medium;">What if</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<o:p></o:p></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-52662941894451575642017-06-27T17:10:00.002-07:002017-06-27T17:10:50.506-07:00Me<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I see you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Touch me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Feel me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Take me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Forget me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Remember me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hold me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Want me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tell me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am yours.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-28124158931723148892017-06-27T06:31:00.000-07:002017-06-27T06:32:12.807-07:00Us<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Two
souls lost. One heart beating. A path separate entwined. Together.
Past loss lays buried. A troubled soul. Aloof his indifference is but
fear. His hurt. His pain. Keeps him chained. His light shines bright. I
am blinded but he does not see. I see his good. His word is my
truth. This heart falters. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Unchained.
Freedom in my grasp. I am warned. His hands push me away. Gentle he keeps me
close. I breathe finally. I wrap his arm around me. I gather him near to
breast. He fills me. With him I discover who I was meant to be. This barrier.
He pushes. I wonder does he see me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">His
sorrow tears at my soul. He teaches me. His art his voice his story. He
is untethered. This man. His voice proclaims choice and peace and
love. His soul bared he is a mere man battered broken neglected. Do
you see him? He is gentle and kind. Feel his strength. He is his
own God inspired by this universe. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">As
we lay. I feel his warmth. Every freckle. Scar. I need this. I need
him. This. Us. His face in passion in joy in sadness. His
heart with mine. For this moment. Does he see what I see? Does he
miss me when I am gone?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-74285216813306509422017-06-26T11:48:00.004-07:002017-07-26T11:28:21.820-07:00Who she was<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Her mind this prison.
She says my name and smiles. Restless
she yearns for all that she has lost in her physical world. Her soul strong. She fights.
She forgets my name still she smiles.
She longs for her brothers lost. Her world slipping from her. A dark shadow across this vivid carousel of
her past. She goes around and
around. She asked about dad today. His betrayal she forgives. She wants what she knows. What she remembers. Familiarity brings her comfort. The tragedy of her reality simply a chapter
of this life she has lived.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Losing her home her belongings her husband. Everything she knew. Does she forget what she has lost? On her good days we reminisce letting her
tell the stories of when I was her baby girl.
I share pictures. We sit
sometimes in silence each drawing comfort and strength from each other’s
presence. Change for us both. Discovering our boundaries forgiving our
anger her confusion my impatience. Deserving
of so much more she wears every battle proudly.
Ugly scars emblazoned on such a gentle soul.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">On her bad days she rages.
Angry with him and God. I yield
to her lashes. Fear in what she cannot
describe. Cannot explain. Humbled I weep for who I remember her to be
wanting needing one person to anchor me.
Give me root. It is not her. She is everything familiar. But inside she is no longer there. I get so angry at her. Reach I beg of her. Think.
Remember.</span><br>
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I do take joy in her. I do miss her. I will cherish every memory from a past
glorious. Look and see what cannot be
taken from her. Heart. Soul. Humility.
Strength. Courage. This is for Mae.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-88661049077337950112017-06-19T18:35:00.000-07:002017-06-19T18:35:34.914-07:00with this voice<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Choose yourself. A
small voice tells you otherwise. Force
in the thousand voices it commands.
Shouting at you. Faceless. Cowardice.
Victims too of the game.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Change. This heat
from within excites. Pleases. An awakening spiritual. Physical.
Knowing who you are. Who you have
always been. Filled. Unmasked your destiny a reflection of the
soul untethered. This heart beats
strong. Desire heavy in your loins.
Wanton. Simple need lay heavy upon your
breast. Kiss these lips. Taste the woman. Unchained explore her soft curves. Mind of steel.
Touch her. She soars. Her wings kissing the wind. A miracle. Her enlightenment. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">Smile soft. This choice.
Discover her know her be her. Fists risen we rejoice. Celebrate the girl the woman. Her decision her independence. Silent no longer. She feels renewed in her strength. Mighty is
the victor who reaches for sky settles not for less than deserved. This stake.
This ground. Spoils of war. Bask
in the beauty of a woman un-denied.
Chapter one. Can you feel
her? A woman on fire.</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-57818030856900719392017-06-16T12:30:00.002-07:002017-06-16T12:30:58.230-07:00in the name of the father<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">A father loves. He
guides. Teaches. Challenges.
My heart is full of memories. He
worked very hard to make this life I lived happy. We moved considerably for reasons a child
need not know or understand. Each
address truly was home. He gave us
structure. He was my coach. My mentor.
He encouraged me and made me believe I could when I thought I could not.
Together we had a passion for music and
reading. He challenged me in baseball
until I learned to catch the damn ball.
I learned respect from him. He
was the greatest story teller.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This one day to celebrate his gifts. Our love for him. This one day to reflect on his absence. To wonder if he on this day or any day does
he think about me. I falter with every
attempt to reconcile the great honorable man from my childhood to the stranger
he has become. His life means no less
loss. My heart mourns the good that I will
still cling to. I will always wonder
why.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">The passage of time. And
with maturity comes clarity. Seeing my memories as stories, fables for the
first time. A whisper of truth wound with fairytale ribbons borne of a young
soul. Constant. Very much in his shadow. A woman with a love pure. A heart kind.
A soul generous. She provided stability
for our family. The quiet strength of
the anchor rooting the mighty ship in tumultuous seas. This is who I will be celebrating this Father’s
Day and every day. My mom.</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-30001016647021424452017-06-13T15:15:00.001-07:002017-06-13T15:16:07.700-07:00It's time<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Inside are all these lies.
We try to make sense of them. We reconcile
them. We wrap them in
understanding. We pretend they don’t
exist. But we are just ok with them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">And no matter how much we think we have changed on the
outside everything that is building on the inside is fighting to come out. It’s time.
You can only pretend for so long.
You can only find happiness in what is false for so long. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">You sit on bended knee and you pray to your God. And your faith. You meditate.
You transcend. It is
irrelevant. All of that is designed to help
you make sense of the lies that are inside.
Good people have lies inside of them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;">This life. Is not so
simple. It is not so pure. There is meaning in this chaos. I cannot
breathe. My thoughts do not conquer this heart.
I cannot hear what you do not say.
Silenced I am afraid. I am the great
pretender. I cannot fear your
goodbye. With eyes averted I do not
see. Ashes of this fire burnt. This soul
broken held in your world. Bruised. It's time.</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-43204212908196231892017-06-08T16:42:00.001-07:002017-06-08T16:42:57.497-07:00Play me<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Master Player.
Chameleon. I am who you need me
to be. Mime. My voice is silenced. Architect.
I live in a world I helped you to create. You say angel. I give.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This guilt weighted solid.
Manipulation bears compliance.
Bend shape me. Free form you mold
me. I am caged. Those who keep me,
selfish. I am afraid. Exposed.
See me. This smile fades in
shadow. In fight hers is a life alone
uprooted tethered to nothing no one. False blood pours through her veins. An empty river. They share nothing no one. They are no longer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">If you look. Remnants
memories of fondness. Achingly
remembered. Stories like folklore woven into her core. Fables once beloved die a fairytale. Loose threads. No chapter unwritten. I will.
I do. I have. I give.
Spent needing. No measure of
belonging. Unrequited.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">She is queen of her tribe.
Her feathers worn. Triumphant in
her darkest battles worn in her path to freedom. Her drum beats loudly. Vibrations shake loose the soil beneath her
slippers. Wizened. She tells her story in the fires that
blaze. The heroes. The fallen.
Majesty in recovery. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Caged. Contained only within this vast wondrous space we
exist. Our souls bound to an earth of
our choosing. This reality mine. I offer nothing. From the ashen flames the eagle rises. Ripe for transformation. I am a fucking square in a world of
circles. I choose this. This is my song. This is my dance.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-57474893864199952382017-06-05T17:15:00.002-07:002017-06-06T07:31:48.360-07:00awakening<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Self-discovery is exploration. Removal of boundaries. Elimination of fear exposure judgement. In my life I have had this idea of who I was
who I wanted to be. My eyes into this
world my health my journey. I
cowered. While free I felt restraint
chained to the chasms of the old thought processes that beleaguered any real
progress. I faltered in the shadows of
those I perceived worthy their expertise.
They looked, felt and were the epitome of what I idolized. False idols.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">My soul bled. Each of
my stories releasing triumph and sorrows from a path taken each integral to who
I am today. But I have so much more to
give. Connecting to the girl
beneath. Awakening her thoughts her
desires to be all blossoming a flower unfurled reaching to the heat of the
sun. In this journey I invite you to
come with me. See through these eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Through the songs that move me shape me carry me. In the calm that soothes me inspires me. The foods that nourish me. How I am loved. I take this life and challenge myself to be
more do more. Come. Share in this with me my story is your
story. Kindred we will laugh and cry. As I relearn this life push
these boundaries and fight for what is real I want you with me. Our choices.
Our beliefs. How exciting this
walk undefined into what is new. I welcome this. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
tissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12066274032681698686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384840163599410484.post-14697582999103344612017-06-04T17:40:00.002-07:002017-06-04T17:45:18.256-07:00in my head<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This space. Doubt
filled challenging what is right. A
father teacher and guide. His voice an
echo strong forbearing. Solemn. What is right his truth. A mother’s guilt. Inside my head a desire to escape the noise
the path that I have taken wanton to explore what lays dormant unfulfilled
unexplored. My purest desires. I want to sing. Let me soar lend my voice to the angels carry
me high in their wings freedom is mine. Dare I?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I want. I need. I feel.
Who cast their stones on freedom, of choice? A path divergent a whisper
of denial. Judging me scorning me. A false god his pedestal crumbles swallowing
his righteousness showing his reality releasing me from his tenacious
hold. Let me be. Who judges me?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The girl. Perfection
in her story. A façade shallow. Daughter dutiful. Sister convenient. Woman of no substance chameleon. She sheds this skin. The air sweet fragrant with flower in bloom. A gentle wind whispers across a blue sky bright
with sun. She is naked her soul bared
for all who thought they knew her. She
smiles for she is finally free. </span><br />
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