I know you have been watching over me since you've been gone. Some days I wake up and I can smell your perfume. You were taken from us way too early. You put up one hell of a fight. I didn't want to be selfish so I had to let you go. Please forgive me for that. I love and miss you to the moon and back. Always.
She builds up her own castle,
with the bricks thrown at her
by her betrayers.
Those are the words you expect to hear from your mom
She is supposed to be your safe haven
Not someone you want to flee
She’s not supposed to call you
They burn like after you put your hands in water then handled ice
The sting is a 3rd degree burn
Making you feel like the worthless piece of shit you are
Then after she hugs you and says I love you
Expecting the same back
When all you wanna do is turn your back
So I ask what is a mother’s love
Even if I am going down,
I wont do it without putting up a fight!
"But, what's the point, if you are going to loose anyway?"
Oh honey, you haven't seen me in a fight!!
It's been a month you passed away. Today is my birthday, it's my first time birthday without you. I missed you so much..
Actually I miss you standing in the kitchen cooking, I miss you when I see you watching TV every night, I miss to see your eyes when you look at me.
No matter how much tears I dropped, it won't bring you back. All I can do is just, pray the best for you.
I love you mom, I miss you everyday, I proud to be your son.. 💧
She was a Stranger
with Beauty in her possession
As time constraints,
Slow intensifying classical Melody
Surrounded me with her in visions
She was ruling my mind and heart
She was the Art of immortal love
My soul felt her
It was in tremendous joy
I could sense her reflections inside
Soft cool breeze swayed her hair
Our eyes happened to meet
A silent language obsessed
Now the distance shortened
Hands caressed her cheeks
Kissed her head... the Kiss to soul
She hugged in warm
The stranger was no more stranger
She was my love alchemist
Coz she shared pain
And in return showered love
My love isn't like a Mom,
Who pampers and cares alot,
My love is like a father,
Who doesn't speak too much,
Yet he always loves and cares the most,
To give the best in this world,
He does whatever it takes,
And to make them feel happy and special,
I'm like your Dad
B'coz love doesn't mean to show it to the world,
It's the silent care and affection
That connects us together forever...
Her innermost thoughts
But it exists in her eyes
And her smile
And in her bleesings
And in her boons..
There is this woman in my life, so pure and sweet
Her heart is made of gold and full of love and good deeds
She is strong and independent, but still so gentle and kind
There really isn't a single negative, mean thought on her mind
This woman is my mother, and I am so proud of her!
The mother did the best she could, with two young children in the cart.
One was screaming for candy, and the little guy had tears streaming down his sweet pinkish cheeks. If one were to see him, he or she would guess easily, this cutie was going through a painful teething spell.
Snacks, binkies, blankets, diaper bag... Momma is expected to have it all. The short-term needs of her family, her reliability she prides herself... But, it's difficult. Her mind is pulled into too many directions. She feels, at this very moment, her eyes fill with tears. She wants to abruptly hault her life and meltdown too.
Instead, she grabs the wheat bread from the shelf, and continues towards the peanut butte...
And all of a sudden I remembered to step up and into my powerful self and realized I’m a pretty big fucking deal.
I don't hate you. I never did; I do not have enough time, and enough love, to hate you; hatred is something passional, and its very nature forbids me to feel it towards you.
I hate what you represent; the purest and rawest manifestation of the vomitive human logic...
What you represent... A series of events that preceded your appearance, but came to be reflected upon you, and came to life through your very own self:
The girl that, with fear in her eyes, said to me: "take the piercing out, and not a word about us", when I was about to meet her mother for the very first time.
The girl that swore she loved me; who told me that I was, in her eyes, special, and went on and on...
*My Blessing, His Curse*
Last Saturday night with Jake (my oldest son) in ND.. He's taking me out for a night on the town but here lies the issue we have at hand; because of my inherently good looks and fantastic genetics thanks to my momma, I appear much younger than I really am and am consequently continuously wrecking his “Rico Suave” game because people assume we are a couple as opposed to me actually being his momma. It's my blessing and his curse. The look on their faces when we tell them the truth is priceless and most of them still question the truth of it, you can see it.
If I would’ve known that sunny spring weekend was going to be our last time together I would left that Friday instead of Saturday so I could’ve been with you a little longer.
If I would’ve known that long weekend was going to be the last time I saw you
I would’ve looked at you to admire your features a little better, a bit longer...really let the image sink in to burn an imprint in my mind’s eye.
If I would’ve known that Sunday night was going to be our last night together,
I would’ve came to bed sooner instead of creating the outline for the book I’m writing now...
If I would’ve known you were in the process of pursuing that other woman ...
I would’ve never bot...
I used to write letters to people; infamous epistles full of feelings and fears, trapped within envelopes and sealed-in with tears.
I used to write with a thousand different kinds of ink, each more intense than the one before, looking for that word; that wink, that blink, and that long-lost link that possesed the capacity and the needed audacity to become a whisper between your lips and mine.
I used to rhyme. I used to claim the world as mine; not worrying about time, but only the sublime. . . Thinking only about all the things that could go right because you were, and in a way will always be, by my side. . .
I used to believe that every loving word I spoke was like a...
Here's a challenge for you. Finish the story below. Tag your letter 'storytime' and comment below when you're done.
"She closed the book and kissed her daughter on her forehead and wished her sweet dreams. She turned off the light and left the room..."
My dearest Marcia::
Come, there's something important I need to tell you. No, no, it's nothing bad; on the contrary.
You know I love you, and that's the reason I've decided to tell you this, risking the possibilty of appearing mad and making no sense to you whatsoever.
I don't even know where to begin... Do you believe in time-travelling? The possibility of returning to specific moments in your life and re-writing them? Starting over? Improving? Don't look at me like that, love, and let me try to explain myself... Just listen.
Believe it or not, I have already lived this moment. Yes, this is the second time that I'm here, standing in front of you, almost letting go of ...
I find my fingers trembling as I write this.
Eternity. Blessed and cursed eternity. I've written it in song, and in my futile hatred towards you.
Unfortunately, I can't do it... Unfortunately, and for my good fortune, I still love you. Damn it, I still want you. The anger and despair that I felt that night only made me realize that I was still waiting, foolishly, for you to call and say: "I'm ready, come and get me". And sadly, I still do.
I made a huge mistake giving you "your space". I sincerely apologize. I was overwhelmed by the circumstances you were living at the time, and I felt the need to go outside and get some fresh air... And as I was waiting outside, someone ...