LifesaBiTcH and SO AM I's blog: "My Poetry"

What do I see when I look in the mirror ? A strong willed woman , the mother of three . Do I ever wonder , if I have a purpose ? Three beautiful babies who look up to me . When my days don't go as planned , they make me smile and always believe . Pure joy is the feeling that they give to me , peace and contentment , undying love . I couldnt have asked for anything more , I cherish these beautiful gifts that I see . My heart has never been so full , A strong willed woman , the mother of three .

This is another poem that I wrote a long time ago . I guess I like it cause I know I could never feel this low again . All I need is one look into my three beauiful childrens eyes and I know that I will always be alright . Hopefully I am gonna write some new ones , something special and never this dark . Dying Soul I think of you every second of every day and I wish you could know Everytime I see you my heart pounds inside and I wish you could feel it 'Cause theres a flame burnin strong And I know it won't be long Something has got to give But my soul still wants to live The tears I cry are drying Because my soul is dying My heart just fell out and hit the floor and I can't hold the peices anymore The blood inside my veins is growing cold My heart just isnt strong enough to warm it And now the flame is getting higher My soul is falling off of the high wire Tears fall from my deep blue eyes No one hears my desperate crys My brain is starting to give But I still live My soul is crying out and you dont hear yet something keeps burning inside of me My heart is giving in to this despair my soul is getting weak at the knees And now the flames are blue They are sticking to my heart like glue It is not gonna be much longer Because all of me is not much stronger When everything I am decides to give It will be over ; I will not live

Yes I wrote this ! And it is one of my favorites that I ever wrote ! Porcelain on the Shelf My heart is like the porcelain thats sitting on the self Everyone will look at it but will rarely take it down Once in a while it gets polished and treated like brand new But shortly after this it gathers dust again It has been broken many times but glue mends the broken parts But one day soon everyone will see that the glue is getting weak The edges are getting tattered with little chips and scrapes And there are lines running here and there just wondering when they'll break Everyone just ignores the old worn porcelain on the shelf Until the day the porcelain falls and the peices can't be fixed The glue that used to hold them wasn't strong enough anymore And now there is no more porcelain on the shelf