Monday, August 16, 2010

My Other Blog

For anyone who's interested....I've also got a blog where I rant, talk, etc....feel free to check it out!!!

Friday, June 4, 2010

Sometimes

Sometimes I want nothing more than to be alone,
To wallow in the misery and then release it all.
I don't want to talk about it or let you "fix" it,
I just want to feel it, wrap it around me, let it consume me...
Then I can work my way through it and find my way back--
Back to the happiness of US.
© 2010 TDK

Thoughts

Not current thoughts, but thoughts I've had a few too many times in my life. :(

Feeling like a fool again
As I sit here all alone
Tired of words that come too easily
With no actions to back them up
Sick of feeling like an afterthought
Rather than the ONLY thought.
© 2010 TDK

Friday, May 14, 2010

Shattered

Once she was whole--
The perfect creature He intended her to be.
She was loving, trusting, caring
And she opened her life and heart to everyone.

But then there were rules--
Man-made limits stifled who she was meant to be.
Things she couldn't say or do, ways she couldn't behave:
Broken trust and an oft-broken heart.

Now she's shattered--
Little more than a shell of the one she longs to be.
Cynical, hurting, needing, wanting to be whole again,
But closing the world out of her heart and her life.
© 2010 TDK

Monday, April 12, 2010

One Day At A Time

Minute by minute
Hour by hour
One foot in front of the other
Going through the motions of life
As my heart struggles not to break
© TDK 2010

Friday, March 26, 2010

Actions Speak Louder Than Words

He said he'd love her forever and beyond
She wanted to believe it was true

He said he only wanted to be with her
She knew he shared his life with another

He said he wanted to shout his love to the world
She knew she was the only one who ever heard his words

He said he'd give up everything to be with her
She seemed to be the only thing he ever gave up.
© TDK 2010

Picket Fences Become Prison Bars

The young girl dreamed of a life behind picket fences
A husband, two children and a dog to complete what,
In her mind, was the picture perfect existence.

She tried and tried to find it, but there was always something wrong
A husband who acted more like a child
Another who acted more like a controller.

At last she found the picket fence life
A husband, three children and a cat
In a house where she was a pampered wife and mother

Till the day when the picket fence looked more like prison bars
Holding her back from what she dreamed
And who she could be

She longed to break free, to spread her wings
But responsibility and obligation held her down
And tied her to the life she'd already chosen.
© TDK 2010