| Just pieces of art and photographs I fell in love with. |


AncestorsIn these trying times, it's become easyAncestors
for me to hold you on a pedestal, praising you
then ancestors I speak of with pride
Those who were before me struggling
to create for myself and future generations
a smoother steady path
Through opened doors of opportunity
I gratefully thank you
for my trials, tribulations are not as difficult
as they have been for you, my beloved ancestors
this knowledge is what keeps determination within
In these trying times, it becomes easier
for raise my eyes to


Home Upon The FoamFor your own good don't lay a hand upon me for the pointy bloody thorns I haveHome Upon The Foam
will bury themselves deep enough to hurt you
life thus far is shattered pieces of glass gently connected with the souls tired threads When a weakened smile is upon my face lift a glass of wine in hope it stays in place
while dancing one foot after another caress the knots out of my neck make it impossible for me to slice myself removing flesh from muscle and bone
To deliver me from this hell on earth would be a mercy to shoot me, with silver bullets crushing this mis


Making Me Feel WholeWARM TANNED SOFT ARMS AVAILABLE TO COMFORT ME WHEN NIGHTMARISH MEMORIES RETURN TO SCARE AND HAUNTMaking Me Feel Whole
A TENDER SMILE, GENTLE CARESS TO CALM AND SOOTHE ME WHEN HURT FROM THE PAST TURNS MY HEART TO A CHUNK OF ICE
WITH EYES GLEAMING, A CARING HAND THUMBS AWAY THE FLOWING TEARS LEFT FROM THE FULL ONSLAUGHT OF OF DEPRESSION THAT HAS TAKEN HOLD OF ME
A SIGH OF CONTENTMENT ESCAPES MY BODY AS A FEELING OF LOVE AND ACCEPTANCE ENTERS A ONCE EMPTY ALMOST DEAD SOUL MAKING ME FEEL WHOLE YET UNEXPECTLEDLY OUT OF CONTROL


You Were A Mother When NeededAn unforgettable woman perhaps on her death bedYou Were A Mother When Needed
Once so full of life, so strong
Now her body betrays her, turning frail
She's aware her time on earth won't be long
I cared for her most of the time
while knowing she didn't want me by her side
My heart breaking, I bent to kiss her cheek
I felt moisture, that wasn't allowed to glide
Aunt Sissy I ask, "Are you okay, what do you need?"
I waited so she could form her words, make them clear
Her response to me during those breathless moments &nb
| Just pieces of art and photographs I fell in love with. |
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Lynnette Murry AKA DeadlySilent
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//Sanna
Many thanks for the
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