Its been so long since I trusted anyone to be honest and real and sincere and chill.
Just a friend nothing more.
Yet, again, I find my jaw on the floor.
Appalled! Disgusted, almost!
Why can't we all just get along and be close?
My friends, your friends.
your foes, my foes.
The amount of people I trust I can count on 2 toes. Its always the good people that get screwed over by selfish hos.
I Guess what they say is right.
Fuck them all except 6!
Exit stage left and i drop the mic.

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If i leave my pen alone to write what may it say?? I pray that my pen isn't like a fly on the wall as that saying says. Who knows what goes on behind closed doors and if the pen is from the outside looking in who would be the one feeling crazy. Weather it be me or be you the pen could send the story to someone he or she knew. Would you be ashamed or justified on what you do? So here I'll pose the same question to you. If you left your pen alone to write what would your pen say?

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I still remember mornings when its summer and I was a kid. Waking up on Saturday mornings with all of my cousins. We slept in big shirts of Granny's and everyone had a sleeping bag. Phones had cords and some T.V.'s had antennas like rabbit ears. Looking back is pretty funny. Do you know What the most amazing thing of all that I remember from those years? I can still smell the pancakes,eggs , sausage,and bacon. You'd better act fast in that house to grab a seat at the table. With 6 of us and only four chairs someone was going to have to sit on the stairs. But you had better not eat while standing or before you said grace. Its poor etiquette she'd say and smile and wink.

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Love is like coffee bitter and dark. sprinkle some sugar, add milk, it becomes a sweet thing, not so tart.
Coffee is what you make it and LOVE is as well. A little advice from yours truly, Love can be amazing but it can also be hell.
I fell in love one time. I'm not sure if I've allowed myself to fall whole heartedly or my subconscious is just a good friend. What I am sure of is that the time i fell in love it was good until it wasn't.
This is the end.

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LOVE Means never having to look again because you both live fast and love the same. Love means never having to feel that pain because they love you love the way you love them and your soul that you thought had turned cold has been set ablaze. Love means never having to wonder when, why, where, or how, because your other is by your side and it's a simple fact that neither of you can hide.

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I woke up late today and freaked out. I ran to my sons room and looked at the time. "I'm soooo late for work", I thought to myself and he's late for school. I must have startled him and I have on 1 shoe. "Get up, Get up" I yelled and my husband walked into the house. I said, "hey, were late, hurry help me out". He laughed at me as he shook his head and then he sat down on the couch. I yelled, "WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING and HE WON'T GET UP!" He said back to me sarcastically with a grin, "baby I worked last night, our son has a game this morning, its Saturday soooo shut up. I leaned forward and breathed a huge sigh of relief and now shook my head in utter disbelief. I laughed at myself as I went back to bed and I laid back down still scratching my head. 😉

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Twinkle twinkle little star
How I hate this fucking car!

It's so obnoxious that I just sigh
Diamond in the rough, yeah right car salesman guy!

Twinkle twinkle little star
All I wish for is a new fucking car!

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The number you're trying to call is always connected. There is one main line so stand corrected. If u call on this number it will forever be answered. It's the one call you make when you, yourself, have no more answers. It seems like we always try to figure it out ourselves but the like is open if you need a little help.

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The night won't let me sleep...

they say there's no rest for the wicked nor the weary.
I say I'll sleep when I'm gone.
Throw caution to the wind and dare to be different.
While you all let the night do its keep, one thing remains the same as it did from the beginning....


the night won't let me sleep.
#NOSLEEP

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When I begin writing a poem the words flow through me like a crisp day in autumn. It's like your favorite song comes on and the beat drops. It's a rhythm that makes your heart stop. It flows through me like the blood in my veins. It's quite natural, like the pouring rain. 😉

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