Me

When you’re in a moment do you ever expect that moment to end? Is your heart anticipated because it’s just too perfect and it can’t possibly happen to you. Do sometimes you wonder if you will ever be in that moment again, When people want to be with you cuz they think you’re cool, And

You never know

Racist, Bullies, Near, Under your nose, A few days ago chatting with a friend, Someone I thought a good guy, In someways put me in mind of me before I became a writer, I said what I felt, No holds bard, Honest all the way, Found out in Eighty-five the written word held more power,

Intellect Assassin

People who willy Nilly say mean things, Friend or foe, Insulting the intellect of an older person, That person me, Doesn’t fly, I simply told Celia, A conversation is two ways, People have the right to be heard, She told me if I had other friends I could talk to them, She told me she

Diana lee Heike Dudley,Granbury, Texas sister or Satan’s concubine

Took my selfesteem, Took my good name, Lied to iowa Human Services, Lied and betrayed me to those I love the most, Bullied mom and Ellen to their death, Put two over the Counter Codine packs on our lovely browbeat diabetic eighty-seven year old mom, I told mom not to allow Diana to do that

Too much!

One cat who I use to love pushes me beyond angry, This is not good for me, Not good for her, So I’m going back before my half sister murdered mom, Forced my younger sister to drink herself to death, Back when family gathering were for first time in my life fun, Dad was in

Poor & Pathedic

Rammed doen our throats last year, Call government number, Check to see what ever Pathedic & pathedic Uncle Sam offered to poor Uncle Sam never cared we hated poverty, No gave money to.assist us not being poor, I finally called that number, No one told me when Pat Z dragged me to Ass Wipe Iowa

Lost calm

Lost family, Lost good name, Lied onto Elder Abuse by something vile, Lost family, Two twenty crushed my, Gentle, empath, heart, Seas no longer restful, Little things arupt within me, Where never before volatile, Want, Dream, Need, Crush family abusers windpipe between my hands, Want the monster , Want the murder of my mom and

Why is friendship do hard?

Remember that song, You got to give a little, It should ve that you give, They take, Advantages should just be time spent together, Shouldn’t it be? As an empath I think I always get more, I don’t want to piss off my neighbor, But my car is more a gift and a tool, My

Trauma

Begets fear, Bullying, Lies beget believers, Innocent gets you crushed, Lonliness, Being fearful even from love, Feelings, Cornered, Trapped, All from Not bombs bursting in air! Shell shock mine from narcississ half sister who mom told seventy times a day ‘ No I”m not leaving my home,my family & friends or my cat!’ Mom and

Castaways of the Flying Dutchman by Brian Jacques

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