First one of the season!

viva the coco icee!!!

Work work work

43 people on hold for 72 minutes at 4:05 pm
--- and they want to know what I do at work...

poem of the day...

No.
I don't own rose colored glasses
my vision is quite clear-
I see in possibility
but I do recognize or acknowledge fear.
When i speak my words are vulnerable
I trust my actions authentically true
I am courageous enough to know
that my love
is overdue
Giving, Loving,Trusting
Open, Hoping
when I open my heart
I pray all don't come running in

coffee thought...

Coffee thought
I remember you drank your coffee cold- simply from years of tending to us and then tending to yourself- funny how that pattern repeats itself- but you didn't like iced coffee : odd. I also remember the numerous laughs we had over the most idiotic things- heretics being one of my favorite things said.
i miss you mom

Red chipped nail polish

Red chipped nail polish
Grandeur gone
Remnants of carelessness left behind
A haggard smile at the reflection in the window
This joke she heard before
Laughter emanates from the sorrow of her soul-

she knows this place.
Despair
Depression
Desperation
Damnation
All these things true
Her life lived fast
grew up too fast-
Danced too fast

loved too fast

hurt even faster-

never knowing the sunshine on her face

or the wind thru her heart

never the smile of a child.

Seen thru the eyes of men

she is grown-but only 15

she is a piece to be had.

A piece of round hipped, slim waisted, young....

to be had.

having lived this life before

eyes always looking down

She struggles to be heard when she asks for help

never taught to be independent- that was understood

you can't depend on no one but yourself

you take what you get

no one asks what you want

you hope it is what you need

but are never satisfied.

So you take your red chipped nail polish

of grandeur gone and smile, even laugh

at the joke

that is on you.

10:44 pm April 11, 2011

10:44 pm April 11, 2011
You cant control your feelings but you can control your actions- beks

This sentiment was echoed by beks as we were discussing the inability of some folk to get past certain actions that have happened in their life. It is not a mystery that love happens, love hurts and then we try to get over said love and what happens? We still remained hurt buy the emotions that we cannot control. The only thing that is controllable is you by you in your situations of you. This flows along with my motto of personal responsibility- classy huh?

Monday breakfast

it is the little things like waffles & dinges that make my morning happy (and i really only like strawberries & powdered suga on it suga!)

*things i do when i can't have coffee*