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Why?
My little Jenna
My little Matthew.
My little vomit bag
For my little vomit kids.
My blog
My kids.
Save us
from your
Family.
Help us
Understand WHY
You put us through
You're in's and out's
Of motherhood.
Online
And free for all.
Are you not aware
Of the dangers
Of exposing your children
On the net
Where pedophiles lurk
Through the pages
And watch your family grow
Between the lines?

The Circle of Life

A person in a sacred space
Seems so calm and content,
But when their place has been intruded
By evil folks with knives and guns,
A person seems slightly disgruntled
And rain overshadows his innermost fears.
But when these evil beings
Rape and plunder
Steal and murder,
The calmest of people
Seem, well...
Not so calm
Anymore.
This is the way of the world,
The circle of life.
The Yin and the Yang of everything
We see, hear, feel, taste, smell.
All rolls into one, when distressed
And becomes a bombshell of consciousness.

Never be that person who seems so calm,
Never open your door to evilness.
It will tear you apart
Eat your soul,
And leave you
For Dead

Scorned, Worn and Forlorn

Her hands cradled the last of her hope,
Splashed against the newly tiled carpet.
Red wine seeps down
Into the floorboards
Of time.
Another year
Of delight and sorrow,
And the discovery of adventures
And times still to come.
Yet her eyes told a tale
Of utter despair.
She no longer wished to carry the burden
Of life.
She opened her hands,
And let all her hopes
Crash to the ground,
While she waited for the effects
To kick in.

Beautiful Obliteration of Life

A butterfly sways before me
Leaving it's trail of doubtless beauty.
Smoke whirls around my tongue
And suspends itself in the air
Creating patterns
Of self disguise.
The pulling on the filter
Creates a tigling sensation on my lips
As the white music
Drifts outwards
As I exhale.
The sun reflects itself
In a pool of still water.
And with my fingertips,
I create a stirring
Of little ripples.
My wet fingers touch the ember,
And the smoke is gone,
The heat is out
And my fingers sting.
I blink at the pool,
Smile at the thought of the butterfly,
And walk back inside.

Fragile Mind

The music is loud,
Banging in my head,
Disecting my ears.
The beat disturbs my mind
And is too loud for me
To concentrate.
I awake in silence
And can hear my breathing.
Drifting off again
To the noisy world of
..."so-called"...
Solitude.
The drums bring forth nausea
And my eyes flip open again.
Will there be no peace
Within my own mind?
Will my thoughts ever leave me
Alone?
Scream to take away the music
But silence escapes my lips.
Drifting off again,
I hope this is the last time.
Let this be the last.