(Subject Poetry Competition)
With every word left unspoken
They built a house of destruction
Screaming in silence
As they fulfill their penance
Yet remorse resounds hollow
From promises they just couldn't follow
Silence piercing their souls
From secrets left untold.
It has been four years since I have sat down with pen and paper in an attempt to convey my emotions and repair my fractured soul. I no longer find myself broken, no longer in need of repair, Its only fitting that I should share my new found inspiration.
He came into her life
Like a fractured grain of sand
He made her question things
She believed to already understand
He broke into her walls
Like she handed him the key
He showed her how to
I came back and updated last May...with the promise to be around more...yet more then a year has passed and I'm just now coming back. So some updates and another promise, hopefully I will keep this time, to be around more.
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There is a sippy cup somewhere in my car...
My car looks like toys r us vomited in it...
I upset the toddler so he peed in my shoe...
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was it not just yesterday I a 14 year old little girl joined this page desperate to find some commodore with someone, anyone who could even kind of understand me... So how is it that I log back on today 20 years old, a newly wed, expecting a little bundle in August...Where has the time gone? The changes of time are evident on litnet, and over time we have lost some of our members but have also gained so many. I use to sneak to the library at lunch time to check on how things where going on here-