March 26. 2001

Parenthood 101


Some children grow up in spite of their parents while some grow up despite their parents. But no matter how they grow up, there are far too many that forsake their parents guidance.
There are no incantations or magic spells that can prevent your child from running headlong into a brick wall. There is no amount of love that can stop them from ruining their life. It doesn’t matter to a child that you once journeyed down the same path they travel today. They could care less that you made similar mistakes in your life. They can’t conceive that you were once their age, and it wouldn’t matter if they could.
Trying to tell them that have a future, beyond tomorrow is futile. You might as well try to teach a pig to sing. All they see is today. Telling a daughter hell bent on destruction that school is more important than love falls on deaf ears. You can’t make them see that their new love destroyed her lifelong dream. You might as well hold your breath. They have lost all sight.
No there is no way of preventing your child from ruining her live. I wish that there was. All you can do is watching them self destruct. It is hard, but a parent must silently watch from the sidelines tosses way all values, morals, and teachings.
Take it from me before it’s too late for you. Let your child fall on their face. I tried to keep her upright, and only got abuse, hate, and hours upon hours of wondering where I failed.
There are no incantations or magic spells that can prevent your child from running headlong into destruction. You need to keep silent, while it breaks your heart into a million pieces.

March 14, 2011

WON'T BELIEVE IN FOREVER

When you left, it was no big deal thing.
Life still goes on, I knew it would.
The wounds will heal; it's just a matter of time.
But I don't believe in forever anymore.
Love is a play; you really know your part.
You had me believing all your lines were true.
Like the one where you'd be mine forever.
It won't take long to forget all about you.
I don’t believe in forever anymore.
Yes, the pain will end.
But I will never believe in forever again

February 6, 2011

A short poem for the week.

True to my Word

I promised myself, the night that you left, I wouldn't fall apart.
True to my word and in spite of myself, it only broke my heart.

The sun came up the very next morning I didn't think it would.
I still got up and went off to work, although I didn't think I could.

The world still turns, with or without you but I don’t know where to start.
So......No.......It wasn't the end of the world just the end of my heart.

January 23, 2011

poem for the week. It was written when sometime after my divorce



Not for me

I must admit, sometimes I miss someone to hold.
But I can usually chalk it up to having a very bad cold.

Once when I thought I should start over with someone new,
I was relieved when the doctor said "You'll survive, it's just the flu"

I keep my heart, safe and secure, untarnished upon a shelf.
That way if for any reason my heart gets broken, I have no one to blame but myself.

I've been hurt so many times, by love I thought would be true.
I'm sure by now I'm listed in the heart-broken book of "Who's Who".

This experience has left me to believe that love is for the very foolish,
or better left in the capable hands of the very ghoulish.

Think about it, to give yourself to something you can't see.
Well as far as I'm concerned, you can have love. It's not for me!

December 2, 2010

I have been derelict when it comes to adding a poem. Sorry but my current WIP is chewing up a lot of my time.

WHY SHOULD I

If I don't believe in miracles,
why should I believe in you?

If I don't understand unkind hearts,
why should you see it through?

If I've never seen a good good-bye,
What difference will you make?

If the only loves I've had were wrong,
why should yours be the one I take?

If I don't believe in miracles,
why should I believe in you?
If I've never seen a love go right,
why should you be true?

November 11, 2010

Poem for the week.

You

When I thought all my dreams had been dreamed,
and all my memories seemed to bring me down.
You came out of the sunset and scattered sunshine all around.
When my heart was all in ashes and piled upon the floor.
Your smile filled my skies like a rainbow and healed up every sore.

When it seemed my pain would last forever, and my sorrow never end,
you touched my mind with your bright smiling eyes and gently called me friend.

October 31, 2010

Poem for the week.

I don’t want to think about the future.
I don’t want to talk about the past.
I don’t want to sit and question
“Is this the one that’s going to last?”

I don’t want to try to own your heart,
to keep it securely locked out of sight.
I don’t want to tie you down, I would
rather you flew like a soaring kite.

I don’t want to be the one you feel forced to
depend on always being there.
I don’t want to be the one where you feel
smothered and panic for lack of air.

I want to be a meadow, a comfort, a thought
that brings a smile.
And when you dare to dream, may you
dream that maybe we will last awhile.

Who knows? With time, I’ll be the whisper
you’ve been waiting years to hear.
Who knows with time maybe the thought of me
not being in your life might bring a tear.

I want us to smell the roses, take it step by
step, see just what today might hold in store.
If we are still together after many
tomorrows, only then do we dare to ask for more.