tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16854185266395831892024-10-24T20:02:41.855-07:00Word addictWriting, poetry free thoughts on life and my perceptions...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-81406082785244252442017-04-26T19:39:00.000-07:002017-04-28T15:10:11.829-07:00The Nature of things.
I threw a stone
into still waters,
ripples circled wide,
emotions within
ironically came
to the surface;
awakening
aching heart,
blue jay squawked,
perched in tall pine;
It's the nature of things.
I thought I heard
someone say;
" keep going,
it's only around
the bend."
Mary Ellen
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-5527293149503914992017-04-20T06:57:00.001-07:002017-04-28T15:05:47.820-07:00Resistance
Resistance
Resistance brings anxiety.
Anxiety brings confusion.
Insidious it seems,
In my head I realize;
I am creating this tormoil;
I'm my own keeper,
I have the keys;
To set myself free
The battle in my head,
It makes no sense to me;
I'm at war with myself,
Confusing.
Note to self Mel; just breath.
E
Mary Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-41755862864441409232017-04-17T20:11:00.000-07:002017-04-17T20:11:00.353-07:00you learn.
After awhile you
learnthe subtle difference between holding a handand
chaining a soul;you learn company doesn't mean security,
kisses are not contracts, and presents are not promises;you
begin to accept your defeats with your head up, eyes ahead;with
the grace of an adult not the grief of a child;you learn to
build your roads today,because tomorrows ground is too
uncertain,plans and futures Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-59386519383493281062017-04-16T08:13:00.006-07:002017-04-16T08:13:59.497-07:00wounded soul
Betrayal
undeniably
wounds
the
soul.
Mel 2017
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-15292370991622045802017-04-16T08:02:00.000-07:002017-04-16T08:02:09.376-07:00Truth does not lie.
Cracked open
irreparable
exposed
emotions
spilled out
hidden for so long
now for all to see
darkness took over
I miss the light
the sky is clearing beautifully;
my destiny is determined;
by simple truth's;
I know self deception;
as in how I have been decieved;
it's all the same;
heart ache lies,
comets fly;
dreams say goodbye;
energy doesn't die;
it can only change.
I only need to see Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-25614242742745127332017-04-16T07:41:00.002-07:002017-04-16T07:41:34.794-07:00HOPE...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-13478036452909953382017-04-16T07:30:00.003-07:002017-04-16T07:33:05.428-07:00I think your summer...
you warm my soul...
Mary Ellen
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-73969809310181172182017-04-15T21:20:00.004-07:002017-04-15T21:20:59.619-07:00Happiest on the water kayaking...
Happy happy happy
Mary Ellen :)
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-69175090238712786522017-04-15T19:34:00.000-07:002017-04-15T19:34:42.242-07:00Rise...
Rise
Though my soul may set in darkness,
I will rise in perfect light.
I have loved the stars to fondly,
to be fearful of the night.
Mary Ellen
2017
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-57151204024464661852017-04-13T14:35:00.004-07:002017-04-13T14:35:56.802-07:00Resonance ; note to self Mel
Loneliness can make us want to wander back to what may have been a connection
Yet it was a different time which now in reality only brought heart ache and if alert
valuable lessons...
Not to self Mel. Xo
Mary ellen
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-47678410221154182832017-04-07T13:34:00.000-07:002017-04-07T13:36:47.225-07:00Came to mind...Serenity.
Serenity...
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-67682495125552195582017-04-06T21:01:00.001-07:002017-04-07T12:42:14.642-07:00Save Myself by Ed Sheran
The realization to love another first we must
begin once again to love ourselves; even if
it's for the first time. We are worthy of Love.
My thoughts...
Mary Ellen
Peace
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-7561038704998231872017-03-31T16:12:00.003-07:002017-04-07T12:38:19.145-07:00It's not a secret anymore...
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-23921415657769634332017-03-21T13:56:00.000-07:002017-03-30T12:16:40.517-07:00No place.
we push, we pull
covering
unfamiliar ground,
deception,
descention,
frustration builds,
I see clear,
to late,
&Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-7006631828862949942017-03-17T19:36:00.001-07:002017-03-17T19:36:15.668-07:00Rihanna - Stay ft. Mikky EkkoAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-69604039616886118192017-03-17T11:16:00.000-07:002017-03-17T11:16:04.755-07:00Real Life Slasher Shit..
past ghosts
flaunt
images
fragments
spliced together
scenes to a play
my role,
the victim,
slasher shit,
leading role
played out
as himself,
deranged
monster,
wrote the script,
my character
forced
to play
as myself,
make it real,
(believable)
to his audience
One,
himself,
Fucked...
Mary Ellen
2017
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-94061703679100162017-03-07T21:33:00.000-08:002017-03-08T05:44:44.112-08:00Chasing the wind
Gentle winds blew
reaching every part;
body, heart and soul,
yet, he never knew
who came to himwhispering a breathof her soul,throughout time,perhapshe would nevercome to knowthe breezewho runs with the wind,she arrivesas fast as she goes,reluctant I suppose,to stay long enough,for him to know,hauntedby the thought,If she had only stoppedfollowing the wind,dared to stayhe would have known,Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-45989048698169750132017-02-26T18:35:00.001-08:002017-02-26T18:36:44.046-08:00Slow burnAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-11561639559608794682017-02-26T06:18:00.002-08:002017-02-26T06:18:21.521-08:00reason.
The reason I hold on,
I need this
hole gone.
Mel
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-15242845414066704932017-02-16T16:45:00.000-08:002017-04-06T08:23:18.226-07:00Ed Sheeran, I'm a MessAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-79005099736547105942017-02-10T15:56:00.001-08:002017-02-26T18:38:07.287-08:00Frustrated
FRUSTRATED
I have alway's wondered
how a person could drown
while swimming
amongst a crowd of others?
thrashing to stay afloat,
yet unnoticed,
until death welcomes
him from exhaustion.
most intentions are good,
another factor to consider
we have become to preoccupied
to pay attention outside our selves.
We don't see it
we don't hear it
however silent the suffering of Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-8881882057843929962017-01-12T14:39:00.000-08:002017-02-26T18:40:43.999-08:00Mr. Dread; Updated
Updated Version...
Mr. Dread always comes in plight
unexpected in the night
I woke in a panic
as his presence came to flight
'been' stuck in my head
consumed with anger I can no longer take
raging words
contempt with hate
ashamed of the emotion I feel inside
I no long am able to hide
(“stay in the light
peace and love, “I feel ignored”)
here it comes anyway
I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-86740688302171250212016-11-25T10:42:00.001-08:002017-03-07T21:41:39.368-08:00My Secret.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-45819402232195748352016-07-09T09:03:00.000-07:002016-07-09T09:03:21.266-07:00Inner Conflict
we
are here
not
to be self- righteous
in
our acts of love,
but
to love self righteously
as
an extension
of ourselves.
when
I let myself down
by
my human experiences
I
struggle on forgiving myself.
so
I'm learning how to forgive
“ me”.
let go,
move
on,
thus
I am able to forgive others,
who
are dear to me
of
the same human frailty's.
(we
are no different.)
You
and I
are
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1685418526639583189.post-69932769531007167122016-06-21T10:51:00.001-07:002016-06-21T11:48:32.037-07:00Taken ...
The wind is harsh
as it bites through my skin,
numbing my senses
I try to recapture memories
of yesterday,
with this antagonist
I leave the grave site
so cold.
&Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08928340471193922157noreply@blogger.com