HE CALLED ME HER (POETRY W/ AUDIO)

Her name flew from his mouth and dangled in the air

She lives in his heart and will always be their

Her name was inches from his lips

The same ones I just kissed

And I’d be fooling myself

If I said he wouldn’t be missed

I looked in his face

And I could see this was no cold case

‘Cause he still loved her

My emotions will have me twisted somewhere beyond belief

And have me so out of touch I’ll be hard to reach

Her name

Her name drifted past my cheek

And stood its position for weeks

And I knew she was their

And he knew I knew

I was drowning in a snap shot

And deserving of every emotion I got

Because I knew he was broken

And he knew I knew

Tonight

Head on 

Crash

Drinking from a half empty glass

And all I could hear was her name

And he and I would never be the same

I try to smile

Going about my day

But my mind is miles

And miles

And miles away

Because I loved him

He called me her name and I froze

I could tell by her name she was who he chose

He is not mine

Please God free me from my insanity

‘Cause all the pieces are with her

That day is a blurr

But what I will never forget

Is that he called me her

I could not pretend

And I dare not give him a chance to do it again

See

Because

He

Is

Not

Mine

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Him: My stomach hurts

Me: Whats wrong

Him: I don’t know but I got butterflies in my stomach

Me: Its called love

FEATURE (GAUDENZIA HOUSE PHILOSAPHY)

We are here because there is no refuge

Finally, from ourselves

Until people confront themselves in the eyes and hearts of others

They are running

Until they suffer others to share their secrets

They have no safety from them

Afraid to be known

They can know neither themselves nor any other

They will be alone!
Where else but in our common ground can we find such a mirror

Here, together, people can at last appear clearly to themselves

Not as the giant of their dreams,

Nor the dwarfs of their fears

But as individuals

Part of a whole

With a share in its purpose
In this ground we can each take root and grow

Not alone anymore as in death

But alive to ourselves and to others

PROLIFIC BLOGGER AWARD (:

THANKS http://morbidinsanity02.wordpress.com/ FOR THE NOMINATION (:

Ok, I am going to change the game up a little because I can’t imagine only choosing one blogger as the winner because I like so many.

Ok so here are the rules, just keep writing (: and if you get a chance and only if you get a chance not today or tommorow but maybe within the month.

Here are seven facts about myself  as asked by http://morbidinsanity02.wordpress.com/ she nominated me (:

1. I am a little wierd but very loving

2. I have diognosed myself Bipolar because I hate doctors

3. I am very moody and antisocial

4. I would give you the shirt off my back

5. I do my own pedicures

6. I am a recovering herion addict and I celebrated 2 years clean Sept. 24…YIPPIE (:

7. I AM A SUCKER FOR A SOB STORY!

You must write a poem or short story mentioning all the blogs I mentioned below (: have fun.

http://ifmysoulcouldspeak.wordpress.com/

http://yomicfit.wordpress.com/

http://poetmagic.wordpress.com/

http://sagedoyle.wordpress.com/

http://lovelifeandpoetry.com/author/gloriathepoet/

http://lyricalanarchy.wordpress.com/

http://thebrineylass.wordpress.com/

http://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/

http://http://mishaburnett.wordpress.com/

http://reverendhellfire.wordpress.com/

http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/

http://thenightsyde.wordpress.com/

http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/

http://runningonsober.wordpress.com/

http://mentalnotes2.wordpress.com/

I COULD REALLY GO ON AND ON BUT I HAVE BEEN COPYING AND PASTING FOR OVER AN HOUR AND MY ALARM CLOCK WILL BE BUZZING IN 5 HOURS. YOU ALL ARE WINNERS (:

I HAD TWO FISH (POETRY)

I had 2 fish

 

I had 2 fish, but one died last night.

I had 2 fish but one died last night!

I had 2 fish but one died last night now I only have one.

 

IT IS BETTER THAN TO HAVE LOVED THAN NOT TO HAVE LOVED AT ALL 😦

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