Tag: love

A WORLD WITHOUT LOVE

mommaA world without your love is the world I find myself dwelling in. The lights were turned off when you closed your eyes forever.  Alone here in the darkness I wait for you in my dreams. In anticipation seeing your beautiful face. Longing to hear your soft voice whisper those beautiful three words “I Love You”. I live in this world cold cruel and dead without your kind touch, without your encouragement. I don’t want to stay in this world without you anymore.  I want to be where you are, dancing in your light.  I want to stay in this light embraced in your loving arms within your unconditional love only a mother can give.

☘️☘️☘️

1517610_1247067885310674_4972402343485808101_n1This short is inspired by my Mother who was special tough lady.  Every year on my birthday she would say “And what does this St. Patty Day girl want for birthday dinner?” The answer is always the same; fried chicken, mashed potatoes, string beans and yellow cake with chocolate icing. Wanting and getting are two different things in our household.  I always ended up getting corn beef, cabbage, cornbread and Carmel cake.  My mother knew I’m not a fan of corn beef and cabbage.  I use to get so angry with her but now I wish I could have that dinner one more time with her smile.  My mother who bravery is unmatched. Who had the courage to stand tall in a world that try to make her small. She’s one of a kind.

Be Kind!

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PRETTY

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder and yet as I stand here looking at the mess in the mirror I beg to differ.  I’m not a beauty nor do I feel pretty.  What I see is quite the opposite.  I see ugly, useless, dirty person with no future.  I wish I can be pretty, as pretty as the actress that grace the silver screen.  I wish I can be pretty, as pretty as those models who are splashed on the cover of sports magazines.  I wish I can be pretty, as pretty as the girl sitting across from me on the bus.  I wish I had better eyes to see what you see a beautiful girl.

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THE CARNIVAL IN MY HEAD

red chairI sit here in my favorite red chair drinking my blueberry coffee from my favorite cup staring out the open window as the cool breeze hit my face, my thoughts speaking to me what seem to be in foreign languages. Trying to control and pin down my thinking is a process that is hard especially when my thoughts are all over the place. Sometimes I fear I’m losing grip on reality my mind is playing the ultimate role head-lining act of some cornball carnival,the main attraction of some freakish side-show.

Ladies and Gents step right up to this here attraction watch how this manic-depressive handles a meltdown.

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