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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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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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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

 

SPCA entry #2 Helping trouble

Dear Reader,

Please help Trouble to get the surgery that she needs, to end her pain.

Last week, the Pennsylvania SPCA Humane Law Enforcement department received a call from a concerned citizen regarding the poor health of a neighborhood dog. When Officer Richard Loos went to investigate, he found Trouble, a 5 -10 year old female Miniature Pinscher. The infected sores covering her face and ears made it readily apparent that Trouble needed immediate medical attention.

Trouble was rushed to the Pennsylvania SPCA shelter hospital where she was examined by our veterinary team. It soon became clear that the sores on her face were a sign of something far more serious: a severely infected and ruptured ear canal.

A condition like Trouble’s does not happen overnight. It takes months or even years of chronic, untreated ear infections to irritate the ear canal to the point of rupture. Trouble’s suffering could have been avoided. After enduring so much discomfort from years of neglect, we want to end her pain once and for all.

The only way to permanently alleviate Trouble’s pain is a surgery called TECA (Total Ear Canal Ablation). This surgery will completely remove Trouble’s ear canal and all of the diseased tissue, thereby making it impossible to become infected. Unfortunately, TECA is a specialized surgery, one that we are unable to perform at our shelter hospital. This is why we need you.

We need your help to raise the $2,000 necessary for Trouble to see a specialist, receive this life changing surgery, and finally bring an end to her suffering. Please make a gift today, so that Trouble can receive the surgery that she so desperately needs.

Thank You!

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Lost Dreams

When love hurts so bad that you can’t refrain from tears
Even when you have tried to say all the things could be said
Showed all the ways you’d try to speak
Gave you all I had to give and helped you out when you most needed me
In your eyes I was never good enough it always had to be someone better
As if we were strangers who met over a modem and letters typed
I don’t even know who you are half the time anymore
All our dreams seem at a glance now
The things you see meant for me Hurt me all over again
I see that I can no longer make you happy and that dreams were all they really were
I once held the sparkle of your eye
Now the sparkle doesn’t even twinkle anymore
Now it’s just heartbreaks, tears and word that spike like knives
You say that it is me
But it is your reality that you see not I
It is you babe
I dunno maybe it’s me sigh I don’t know anymore
They all have become broken lost dreams

 
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Posted by on July 30, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized

 

Thin lines

Thin lines.

 

Making Dreams Real

Making Dreams Real.