Danger

Its dangerous to get to close

back away please I warned you

just one dose

is never enough, its true

back against the wall, trouble closing in

no emergency break to stop the speed

to helpless to defend

unless you stop, do not proceed

I beg you, its not safe

Move away, before its too late

Firdays Shoot-Out: Outdoor Foods

I love food..maybe a bit too much. And when I think of out door foods, I always think of a cook out. And you can have a cook out with out a good burger. And I love me some bbq ribs!

And you gotta have some hot dogs..I know a hot dog was in the first picture but at that time the burger was having its time in the spot light..lol..ok. I thought this weeks assignment was cool.

Tears

Well, I've been crying on and off today so..this poem is dedicated to those tears I cries.

I got issues
bring out the tissues
here comes the tears
pour out my fears
drain from my eyes
like water from the skies
feel all my pain
drip drop like rain
apon my cheek
my heart it weeps
from all the strain
feeling insane
conscious of it all
bracing myself for the fall

Giving up

Im sitting here feeling pretty worthless right now. Im trying to figure out how the supposedly simple things in my life always blow up into big issues. My brother called me from work, asked me to ask our dad if he could pick him up something from chic-fila for dinner because by the time he got off work the place would be closed. Well being the kind of person he is he didn't want to do it so he tells me he wants me to go in and get it. I told him no Im not going, my brother asked him to go. So my mom volunteers to go. She goes to get the food and on her way out she trips and falls, scraps her knee and her chin. Do you know that man comes home and blames me. Says its my fault that happened to her. Now how is that my fault? I'm really tired of everybody blaming everything on me. So my mom tells her mom (we call her granny) what happened. Then granny tells her that she needs to go to the emergency room. So..thats where she is right now. This right here, is why I never write in my journal anymore. I never have anything good to write about anymore. Seems like things are always happening to try to bring me down, and you know what..its working. I really am wondering why I even bother. So close to giving up. I dont know why Im even here. Would anybody care if tomorrow I just disappeared? And I know people are probably thinking, its nothing to get this worked up about but this is just one more thing on top of everything thats been going on the last two months and I really dont think I can take anymore. Im beginning to not want to even get up anymore. Whats the point? Im just about ready to give up.

Friday's Shoot-Out: Reflections

I dont want to look in the mirror
I dont want to see
My own reflection starring back at me
I dont want to look, just want to hide
and get away from the pain inside
I dont need to see, I dont wanna know
Just need to get out, I just want to go
Away from my reflection, away from these eyes
Away from the torn soul, drowned by your many lies
Cant trust these eyes, cant trust this face
Wishing I could be some other place
Gotta get away from the glare
away from the constant stare
So I cant look in the mirror
Because I dont want to see
My own reflection
Starring back at me

Fairy Tale

I want to dream about the house with the white picket fence
That I'll share with my prince
who rode in on that white horse and saved me
isnt that how fairy tales say its suppose to be
but I stopped dreaming of that long ago
the more you live, the more you know
The things you thought you wanted, you dont anymore
dreams were broken, you closed the door
No more making wishes, they dont come true
Believe me, they never do
Not for me anyway
sad to say
But along those broken wishes and dreams
I still hope and pray no matter how hopeless it seems
Even tho there are no fairy tales, I still hope that there will be
Somewhere in life, a happily ever after for me

Why

Why cant I be normal, why must it be so hard for me

why must I suffer and feel the way I feel

Why cant I just be happy, why cant I be

Why must my nightmares always seem so real

Why do I feel like Im going insane