The Problem With My Writing by MySocksRock, literature
Literature
The Problem With My Writing
With the best intentions, again and again,
I’ve spoken my story with paper and pen.
Telling tragic tales of my misery, being maliciously mistreated.
Fighting ferociously for fortune but destroyed and defeated.
Singing loves sweet sonnets so delicately developed.
Each line meant to move, and intricately embellished.
For years this yearning to influence and inspire,
by exhibiting my experiences, was my dominating desire.
The truth never mattered as much as the feeling.
Meticulous manipulations made it seem so revealing.
Testimonials told, whether intended to torment or tantalize,
Progressively became reliable reality to my mind’s e
In the beginning, all I felt was cold. I felt the air pierce my skin and freeze my bones. The wind blew ice daggers through my chest. Targeting my hollow heart to lay at rest. And although I tried, I could not go numb. But surely I knew warmth would never come. As frost patterns formed on my tear stained face, I slowly adjusted to this ice dead place. I felt it all, embraced the pain. The hurt, the empty, the frozen rain. Prayers were secrets that never got told Unheard, unanswered, a fool’s gold. And out of nowhere, then you appeared. You embodied everything I feared. For months I’d been stuck in this frigid land. But without hes
I’ve never been able to follow rules
Loving what others are afraid to see
Beat down and abandoned by silly fools
Because it’s “too hard” for them to love me
Your quiet patience, it gives you away
You hesitate to be open with me
You say once upon a time you were tamed
But still I can see your need for release
And I want to run, myself beside you
Uncontrolled adventure, Let’s take a chance
Together there is nothing we can’t do
There is no moment that we can’t enhance
Your souls meant for more than captivity
Let me untame you, let me set you free
The Best Question I Ever Asked by MySocksRock, literature
Literature
The Best Question I Ever Asked
There are times when words are so hard to find
And nothing describes how you feel inside
Our moments... too precious to be defined
So we just hold on and enjoy the ride
Every night, every night... it's in my dream
The passion I feel when he speaks to me
The amazing things he makes me believe
Life can be good, and my heart can be free
We just never know how long things will last
And fear hinders us more often than not
We let people slip away... moments pass
We hide inside harsh lessons we are taught
But I will not end this before it starts
And I will bravely share with him, my heart
Open eyelids see,
sad morning light.
Haunted by hands,
by words,
tortured by night.
Bruises are covered,
by make-up and clothes.
Tears dry,
smiles lie,
so nobody will know.
Blood lost by blood-lust,
desire and despise.
Feeding,
delicious fear,
from innocent eyes.
Today becomes tomorrow,
and the next and the next.
Tormented palms,
and lips pray,
for a day of sweet rest.
No daylight nor nightfall,
forbids more disdain.
But lessons learned,
lessen,
the measure of pain.
Don't fight back... Don't complain.
Thinking about my past life in this land... and how things have changed. I've been gone, but haven't forgotten it. I think about a lot of you... all the time. I hope everyone is cool and happy in life. I've been having some feels lately. Which is strange because it's been a long time.... At least... a long time I've tried to cope without writing about stuff. Who knows.. maybe I'll write again... Maybe I won't. Does it even matter? I don't know! :)
Yesterday I took a well needed day off work in order to spend with just myself and my kids. It was Addys 12th birthday and we went to the beach. We had the whole beach all to ourselves for 3 hours. It was soooooo nice! I can't believe she is 12. After all we went through and all the struggles for her to just survive. Now she is this crazy little pre-teen with the attitude to prove it. And I wouldn't have it any other way!
By the looks of it, the last time I wrote in here was exactly 2 years ago after having a weird dream about Brian! Funny thing is I actually had a dream about him a couple nights ago too! Totally his fault for texting me before I fell asleep. That is not why I am here though, I promise. The truth is, just because I haven't written doesn't mean I haven't been around. From time to time I do log in on my phone and check up on things. This place has certainly changed a bit though hasn't it. Do I even want to be here anymore? Who knows? Who knows if I will be or if it will be another two years before I write again. I was going through some old memories earlier though and thinking how glad I am I kept some of these old thoughts and ideas and words of wisdom. Two years ago... I had little knowledge that within 2 months, the company I had been working for would go out of business. Nor did I realize what opportunity that would open for me. Yes the old truck shop went under in