Let me be me

Let me be me

Let me wear unmatched socks

Let me sign in the shower

And dance while I’m cooking

Let me be me

In all my odd behaviors

In all my rash moments

Call me eccentric

Call me odd

Call me anything but let me be me.

Let me paint. Let me write

Let me sing and let me dance

Let me make a fool of myself

Let me laugh at myself

Let me be me

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The Morning

 

The alarm resounds in my head and I grumble and moan.

It pulls me from my slumber with a start.

My blankets wrapped around me keeping me warm as the cold morning air hits me.

 

I pull the covers over my head.

It can’t be morning already.

I want to hide from everyone and everything.

Just lay and look up at the ceiling and dream.

 

I want to hide from the world and pull the blankets closer.

The cold morning air wakes me, but I retreat under the covers.

Never leave the warmth and safety of the bed

Just lay and look up at the ceiling and dream.

 

I lay alone with all my thoughts,

The quiet in the morning

No one expecting anything from me

In this quiet time, oh the thoughts that come

 

Alas I must rise, each day the same

Running a race that never ends

 

Let me pull the covers back over my head.

The race never ends, just to take some days alone with my kids.

No work, no stress, just me and my kids.

 

Women Need to Support Other Women

 

Women need to support other women!

Women rarely support each other.  It is hard to find women that support each other.  

When I was in school, kids bullied me.  My mom was the sick mom with cancer and we didn’t have a lot of money, My clothes were old and torn. Since then I had low self-esteem.

I found later that writing was something I loved. And when I found Roleplay,  I made friends fast, and I didn’t believe it. Someone told me I was their best friend, and I took a long time to believe it. Because who wants me as a best friend?

When it comes to Role Play, it seems a lot of women think they must be the center of attention.  In a role play, you can be anyone you want to be. I find people change who they are and use fake profiles because they are not happy with themselves.

Role Play is best when you let people be creative. We’ve had some awesome plots that were not created by admins. My friend Breen created two plots that were amazing. I know will blush if she reads this but its true. 

Women should be supporting each other and encouraging each other. We should take a step back and allow others to have the spotlight on them.

Of course, this goes beyond writing and role-playing and into everything we do. Women need to support each other and lift each other up instead of tearing each other down.

Heart as Black as Your Soul

You strike first, but then I strike back!

Did you expect me to sit and take your crap?

Did you expect me to roll over and play dead?

FOR YOU???

You call foul

Lick your wounds and cry

A pathetic wail as if you were innocent.

Do you think the others care?

Did you expect me to do nothing?

To sit back and curl up in a ball

And shrink into oblivion?

While you attack me?

Did you not think I would defend myself?

I lash back, and you play the victim

Did you want me to curl up in a ball, cry and hide?

I lashed back! You couldn’t handle it.

Did you expect to hurt me?

Was that your goal?

I suppose that was your mission, to crush the things I love.

I might seem tough but I’m dying inside.

You have taken something I love and tarnished it with your words.

Your barrage of words, and actions that eat away at my soul

Warping my mind, decaying my soul

making me question everyone and everything

But I suppose that is what you wanted.

You strike first, but I strike back

The claws came out, and you cried foul

You cry and coil away when others

See you like the snake.

Is it fun to be the bully?

Do you get a rush crushing others?

I might strike back, but then I fade

I hide away and cry.

You take what I love and crush it, till it is nothing

I suppose that was your goal when your heart is black as your soul.

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Ramblings of the Mind, is a collection of art, poems, and thoughts. Many of my poems might be dark and depressing, but writing is how I cope with things life throws at us. When I’m frustrated, hurt, and sad, I write. It helps me cope with my feeling though not every poem will fit this description most of them will.

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Chapter 1: Matthew in The Shadow Realm

When I woke, I found myself in a place void of light. The darkness was overwhelming. I could sense it deep marrow of my bones in the depths of my soul. There was no love, no hope just complete darkness.

I tried to move, but I felt as if something was holding me keeping me from moving. My eyes hadn’t adjusted to the lack of light. If they had, I might have seen him approaching me. Shadows were everywhere. I didn’t know if I could speak out of fear of the unknown. What was he I thought? I thought I had seen the Shadow smile if that were possible.

“Who are you? Where am I?” I couldn’t believe I could speak even though my voice must have sound weak and feeble to him.

“I am The Shadow King, the Lord of The Shadow Realm and you are my slave.” he laughed. “You can’t even stand up,  but that will change. You will become a ferocious warrior. I brought you here to give you a chance, a chance to be great and the only thing you can do is grieve and whimper. Don’t you want this chance? A chance to return to your loved ones. You miss them don’t you?”

He answered without giving me a chance to reply.

“You miss them because of your mortal heart, but you do not know or realize how much darkness is in your heart. You will make a great slave.” He smiles as he knew his plan was coming together. By using Maeve’s own grandson against her. Soon she will be as dark as me.

“But how will I get back to my loved ones, if I am your slave!”  Each time I closed my eyes I saw her, my fairy. Maurelle was in pain. I couldn’t lose her. I couldn’t lose them. Where were my kids? What happened to them? “I will not lose her! I will not lose them” My mind drifted to the first time I saw her. How her wings glistened in the sunlight. She has been my light in my darkest of days but something tells me my darkest days are yet to come.

A Glimmer of Hope

I stand at the door knocking

As I wait

But there is no response.

 

Only darkness meets me there

Only depression and isolation.

 

The absence of the warmth

Of the friendship, I once knew.

I knock again, hoping for a response.

A sign of hope,

A glimmer of trust.

Anything I can hold onto when

Nothing is given

 

I see you from a distance

And see you with my friends

But why have I been pushed away?

 

Why do you shun me and forsake me?

Why and how could you forget me?

 

Am I that useless and unimportant in your eyes?

 

How is that I can fight for you when no one fights for me?

 

A glimmer of hope is all I need.

Just open a crack to let the light shine in.

42

 

42, it rings in my ears at each age

Growing closer at each step

At age 11 it was a distant number

but now sitting at 41, the horror sets in.

 


An age that was once so far away

now sits on my doorstep

Will the same fate befall me?

Will my kids lose everything, all in one day?

 

 

One long dreadful day

It felt like the sun would never rise

and my heart would never mend.

 

 

The hole in my heart and

The despair that I would never

See you again.

 

 

All the things you missed.

All the times I needed you.

All the times I tell my kids.

Who you are, so they know,

And love you as much as I do,

But they will never truly know!

 

 

Oh, this horrid age,

The despair comes back and the fears.

Will my kids live without me,

As I lived without you.

 

 

A mother’s worse fear and a daughters reality.

 

 

Birth After Miscarriage

This is the Kindle edition to my book has been updated and edited by my editor. Please read it and leave a review. Thank you. You don’t have to have a Kindle to get this. You can download the app on any phone or even your PC.
 I always wanted to be a mom. After my miscarriage, I thought it would never happen. God had a wonderful plan for my life. I just have to wait and put my faith in Him. Many women suffer the tremendous loss of a miscarriage. They often believe they are alone, but they are never alone. Rest assured that it is not anyone’s fault! It is simply a sad component of life. In every four pregnancies, one ends in a miscarriage. I am sharing my story to help other women who have experienced the same pain I have.
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The Purple Pen

The Purple Pen (4)

So I was playing around with the idea of making a group to help writers. You see I am a struggling writer, who also needs help and I thought there are others out there like me. Who need advice on many things. So why not create a group to help all of us struggling writers.

I am calling it the Purple Pen, because I use a purple marker to write and I love the alliteration of Purple Pen.

 

https://www.facebook.com/groups/Purplepenwriting/

Ok so this group is sort of in Beta. I wanted a group that would help writers. Whether it be by promoting their writing, getting and giving advice or finding people who can help edit.

We shall see where this leads.
Fell free to share, the more people to help the better.