Friday, April 22, 2011


Why must everyone,
Get the wrong idea.
When two people are friends,
That is all they feel.
One moment others like the thought,
The next they are against it.
So then they begin to,
Make up lies with what they want.
A lot of shit can come from a tale,
Just try it for yourself.
If you make up a lie,
And tell it to one soul.
The next time you hear it,
It's strtched a mile wide.
Nothing makes me any madder,
Than listening to these lies.
That's why I just sit back,
And let them slip on by...


These people don't care about me, fake smiles
They just watch with their accusing eyes...
Waiting for me to mess up, join their files
All they want to know about me is lies.

Deceived beings of hopelessness with no where to go
Wanting to feel better about themselves by hurting me
So they can talk about me behind my back like a private show
Pretentious souls, they only see what they want to see!

They only believe what they want to believe
Eaten up by their inner deceptions; they pretend
All of them so blind and blatantly deceived...
This shallowness is their means and their end!

In the end it doesn't matter because it's not truth
They think they can hurt me with their talk, impure
But I feel sorry for them, they waste their youth!
I only feel bad for them because I know they got it bad!


It does not really matter what they say about me,

Because they are all rumors and lies,

Their words scream to me a lullaby and wash me pain,

But in the end its still my life and i will do as i please with it,

Always keeping the positive on my mind,

I dont care what and how they have to say it,

Because they can not change me,

They gossip and whisper,

The same pattern each day,

And that leaves me wondering: Isn't there anything valuable to do with their TIME?

Many names fly around these halls and they all evolve around me,

I become more observant of my surrounding,

Its raising and falling,

My friends fading and leaving me to my fate


You think that i don't care,

You think that i don't see,

Bit I am moe aware of what is said about me,

Behind my back passing glances ,

Shifty eyes as I walk by............,

Contorted faces by mute advances,

My ear drums cant help but spy!

Their careless whispers travel fast,

Never thinking about the hurt ,the pain?

Though I realize this shall pass,

And the phase of rumors was for you gain.

So caught up with your insecurities,

And your selfish desire to be on the lime light,

The difference is that i have the best interests at heart,

While you are driven by selfish desires and gains.

Despite all you have done, I will raise still for,

This is my life!


 I have no respect for justice.

I maim without killing.

I break hearts,ruin lives and destroy friendships,

I am cunning and malicious and gather strength with age.

The more I am quoted the more I am believed.

My victims are helpless and can not protect themselves because i have no name and face.

To track me down is impossible. The harder you try, the more elusive I become.

 Once I tarnish a reputation, it is never the same.

 I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartaches and indigestion. I make innocent people cry in their pillows.

Even my name hisses.

I make headlines and headaches even in the corridors.

Before you repeat a story, ask yourself:
    Is it true?
    Is it harmless?
    Is it necessary?
    If it isn’t, don’t repeat it.

My Condolences.

I know from experience how difficult dealing with loss can be, but I also know how empowering and special it feels to receive the perfect support from people in our lives. Words not only hug your heart in a time of loss, they are also powerful and healing.

I never got to meet your mum but I heard of the good things she had to give up so that people like me can be somewhere once upon a lifetime.

My commitment to you and to my mom is to share ways to put a smile on a person's face and touch their soul during a very painful time of illness and loss. I have been there, done this.  My mother was also my best friend. She was there for me in every aspect of the world. She was loving, sarcastic, a beautiful woman and loved to clean and cook. I miss her daily and am learning how to deal in this world without her. But I am also grateful that I had her in my life for so long and am doing my best to live by her motto. "Learn something new every day, learn forgiveness, and be kind" It's a lot easier when you lean into the pain of loss and lean into all the love that surrounds you.

 Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.

Show Me What Betrayal is?

Why cant people be loyal and keep their promises?
When you cry,
a "friend" callously brushes it aside and yet expects you to sympathize when things aren't going right with them.
You call them, they won't answer, yet they expect to you to pick up
the phone on the first ring.
Where are they when you need help, they are doing their own thing
Until it’s time to call you to their side.
Still, through it all you have remained their friend. When will it end?
Hands stretched out expecting, always with a friendly, cajoling smile
on their face.
Yet, when you look at them, there is no trace of the deceit inside,
and the uncaring attitude they hide.
They swear they are your friend and somehow make you believe it.
But reality has set in.
The facade they erected, the smiling eyes, the caring words,
is just a farce!
You have always been there for them, but where were they
in your darkest hour?
The little sacrifices, the words of encouragement you give, are
Overlooked , when it’s all about them…………
Gifts that were given, long forgotten, like dust brushed under a rug.
Hurt and anger builds up.
What else would you expect . A change for the better,
is that too much to ask?
But now you are faced with an insurmountable task of living your life with
one less friend. Hopefully!