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Life In Transition And Homelessness

Being lost in the world and feeling no safe haven of your own trying to raise three kids who are at steak of being taken away, while trying to survive from this bitter two faced world of fear and disrespect. Life isnt easy while people look at you like a villain when you live homeless in transition and confusion yet. It’s really them who dont understand or even know what life is like for you. Yet they gloat as if they do. I try harder and harder yet to keep my head held high and my smile wide. Yet daily life is still the same and nothing has gone different or changed. With seven years without a job now and no roof to call my own, handicapped raising three kids on my own splurging on scraps and change to make enough change to make all ends meet.
A christmas made from gift cards of my money I have gained and saved. My emotions felt stay focused on one thing….the embrace of christ pulling me thru as my tears still fall from within both my eyes as I only continue so strong to try.

 

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In The Night. By Brie

Rest rest little head
Mommy’s there in the night
No need to fear
You are protected

Written by BrieAnna
Age 7

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Rest In Peace, Rest Your Head

Rest your soul little one
Ease your mind
Lay your head upon the land
Settle your tiny feet
Life was short, and taken wrong
But in your new life you are safe from harm

Not what we the people wanted or saw in our eyes
But seems that God had a beautiful plan for you indeed
What we thought would come to be did not come at all.

You are innocent and pure
You will be remembered and loved forever more.

The way you left was wrong I know
But you’ve earned your wings and moved on to where you now belong and see

Quiet and rest your soul now little one. You soon will find yourself within a better and safer and more beautiful place

Rest your head, rest in peace
Ease your mind you now are defenately in a much safer and better place.

Dedicated to Saanvi Venna
Who’s life was cut too short and was taken from us by a wrongful way. May you rest in peace Saanvi Venna you shall always be remembered here forever with me.

 
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Posted by on October 28, 2012 in Abuse/Beating, kids, Love, Saanvi Venna, Uncategorized

 

Saanvi, The 10 Month Old Missing From PA

Let’s help find this child with all our mights…. What if it was our own?? There has been a $30,000 reward for the return of the young infant. Please help!!

 

 
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Posted by on October 24, 2012 in Abuse/Beating, kids, Love

 

I Awoke To A Day Without The Load

It was a day as any other day

So I thought as I may

I awoke to do just what I needed to throughout my busy scheduled day

I awoke to a day without the load

Piles rising high scattered across the frames of the floor

rising higher yet then ever before

as I had procrastinated and delayed my worst putting off what I had no time there for

awaking to once again begin my clean

learning this day was a day without the load

With my clothes soiled and dirty and lying around mad

I was desperate for one full load

Used to washing at least six in a day

to here washing none and nothing clean…

It was boggling and blowing my mind out of frame as my day went wacky unable to clean

Making me mad and unsteady in daily life

making me crazy, a freak full of dismay and strife

looking for a place to hide away.

This was the day I awoke with no load

it’s making me loose my mind.

The day I awoke without the load

 
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Posted by on October 13, 2012 in kids, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

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The Day We'll Never Forget…..A Day They Call 9/11

The day we’ll never forget

A day two planes flew through the sky leaving a jet stream unforgettable

The day we all lost a friend, a child, a sister or brother

a father or mother sheds a tear never like any other

Miracles were born that day

all evil was in sight

with evil’s face showing itself and Christ’s arms hugging and embracing everyone there that day

face’s seen in the smoke and clouds that day

with angel’s standing by

Christ wrapping himself around the human race trying to keep all he reached safe

a grandparent lost her grandkids, by a life taken upon that site

emergency responders from all around the world coming in to respond and help all those who could be saved

Fire’s burned. screams were heard. building’s crumbled and fell

leaving massive rubble throughout the center of one New York town

leaving an open ground they call ground zero

Photo’s became history to remind us forevermore

three responders raised the flag in respect of all who died there that day

while others planted a giant cross upon that sight in remembrances of those souls scattered that day

while a nation learned how to work together and unite for the noticeable first time

Now eleven years later after all had been cleaned and remained

you still hear that story live upon the streets

you still feel the emotion of reliving that very september day

and that day now holds a name as it became a piece in national holiday history

a day they call 9/11

the day we’ll never forget

 
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Posted by on September 11, 2012 in Dreams, kids, Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

Where I Am Weak You Carry On And Stay Strong

Where I am weak you carry on and stay strong

My tollerance takes tolls as I try to continue to climb

Obsticles in my way blocking out my guiding light

I run at times

I run and hide

yet in it all get lost and tired out trying to find my way

Day by day I begin to break down and cry

still trying to grin and bare it still moving on

Life’s got a tight hold

a tight grip tearing into my vision and sight

my heart begining to bleed

my fingers begin to shake and tremble

I feel myself begining to go numb

I feel my stress tearing me down

Looking for life’s little high to help me reagin the strength to come back up high

Helping me to stand my ground

I turn my head and begin to again look around

With no words to be said

my feet still not sturdy on the rugged ground

I have more than once slipped and fell

this time i am having trouble being able to liift my head

My place has not been found or met

I’m at a hault with no help to get

no friend around to break my fall

as i suffer what energy i have within myself left

Where I am weak you carry on and stay strong

 
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Posted by on August 8, 2012 in Dreams, kids, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized