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.
Category Archives: Short Stories
Life In Transition And Homelessness
Posted by J. Palmer on December 6, 2012 in kids, Love, Pennsylvania SPCA, Poetry, Radio Stuff, Short Stories, Uncategorized
Tags: Homeless, Homelessness, Transition
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
Posted by J. Palmer on October 13, 2012 in kids, Poetry, Short Stories, 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
Posted by J. Palmer 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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Posted by J. Palmer on August 5, 2012 in Abuse/Beating, Love, Short Stories, Uncategorized
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
Posted by J. Palmer on July 30, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized
Thin lines
Posted by J. Palmer on July 30, 2012 in Abuse/Beating, Family/Friends Poetry, Family/Friends Poetry, Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized
Making Dreams Real
Posted by J. Palmer on July 30, 2012 in Dreams, Family/Friends Poetry, Family/Friends Poetry, Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized
What's The Matter With Me…Pink Eye
Pink eye, stink eye
Stink eye, can’t even blink eye
Pain like a knife
You can’t even wink
Hard enough to breath what’s the matter with me
X-rays and breathing treatments being brought in
Blood being drawn
Pink eye, stink eye
Can’t even think straight
This is crazy I have no more fight
This thing is taking my life out of me
I can’t even explain
What’s going on
What’s the matter with me…
Pink eye
Posted by J. Palmer on July 24, 2012 in hemoraging pink eye, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized
Caterpillar
Caterpillar, caterpillar crawling around
I see you do you see me
Caterpillar, caterpillar crawling around
Crawling your way up and down the middle of town
What does your day go like each day
Being slow and crawling all day
I just don’t know how you do it so
Caterpillar, caterpillar crawling around
I see you, do you see me too
Written by
BrieAnna age 7
Posted by J. Palmer on July 21, 2012 in kids, Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized, Written By My Children
My Cousin
My cousin is great
My cousin is good
My cousin just turned three
I love my baby cousin boy
I love him very much
My cousin is definitely my friend indeed
Written by
BrieAnna age 7
Posted by J. Palmer on July 21, 2012 in kids, Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized, Written By My Children
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