Locked away with no supplies
The cell, the memory, no surprise
Scribbled thoughts on tiny bits
Hoarded packed and even shipped
Stop reliving days of old
The time is now to be so bold
Let it flow like Peridot
And Truth will shine the light of gold
sct 9:23 am oden, ar 10/17/19*
…previous reference to sct was 9/1/16 sct 2:17 am garland, tx*
There is a place we all can go
To find our peace and let it flow
When angels shine their light you’ll know
The time to fly and just let go
Give someone your love to grow
and trust it was your seed to sow
Gratitude for gifts bestowed
Especially those we buried low
Working on something dear to my heart, opening new roads!
Country Roads Care LLC launching soon, stay tuned for details…
So I decided to enter all of the old stuff into this log, many of them are handwritten in pencil and fading away. Entered some of them once before into an old word processor courtesy of an old friend, in whose honor this website is titled “This will be the writings of one fine lady” Thanks B. Swanson and R.I.P
In the entries to come I will enter the past and hope to come out the other side, see you there.
so what do we say when they naysay, when they say what they say, when they say that we should have said something sooner…
WELL, SOME THINGS ARE BETTER LEFT UNSAID UNTIL THOSE PEOPLE ARE DEAD.
but if they don’t die soon enough, then something might happen that causes us to speak up.
when you say that someone just brought out the memories to hurt someone well that is not true, do you really think someone wants to share something so humiliating
Poets don’t know where to start maybe we have broken hearts no one knows the pain of art. Poets don’t know who to please we don’t have heart that come with ease we hope to share so we can breathe but you will never know the breeze. Yes this is the least I might proclaim yet better than the latest find.
There is a man who gets me. He’s lookin for me and he’s not dead. He will be grateful for the awesomeness that is me. To those who never appreciated me fuck off and die. To those hardcore bitches you are my heart. For all those I gave up you never stood up. Loss to the victor who wins by leaving.