Too much because of too little
A lot because of the feelings.
Time is too late because the heart was too fake
Endless because it has overflowed the soul.
Infinite it will remain.
Without warning it climbed onto your very life
Taking under its own self, the only escape.
Parched are your eyes from losing too many tears, while seeing so clearly.
If band aids could cover one’s inner hurts.
Desperately anguish survives
To merely show one of what hold that it has on them
Breaking anything that gets in its path
It will not waver from its wrath.
To simply exist is its special torture.
Longing becomes survival
Survival just means to be here or there
Nothing really to gaze upon and understand
Imaginatively giving you it’s reprimand.
One chance, backed into a corner
Frantic for escape
When this sadness is the captor.
Sadness will have the upper hand.
Each time when I happen to cross your mind
Think of just what you’ve left behind
Think of all the days that’s gone
And how much time I’ve been alone
Each picture that was once so proudly displayed
Now is hidden or tucked away
There is not a memory around of me now
Just thoughts in your mind that simply just goes round
Each word or mention of me in passing
Ducking from all the questioning
What to say about decisions made
Because in your heart so heavily they’ve laid
Each tear that was shed was it from regret
Or was it self-pity that you wanted to get?
Shame how time changes some men
Kind of scary to think you’ve forgotten about the sin
Each family event that you’ve planned
One less family member to get the upper hand
Time has a way of showing whose true
Again I’m sorry that it couldn’t be you
So each time I am in your head
Remember it was away from you I was led
Don’t think about me
If only in your mind is where I’ll be
Actions was all it would have taken
For me not to have felt forsaken
Don’t just don’t think about me.
I’m in charge of my life can’t you see?
Each thing I’ve not forgotten
Each word I’ve memorized
Each step from you and you’re still surprised!
Don’t think about me.
MwsR ❤
For the sake of Halloween, that we celebrate here in the USA on October 31st.
Low Fat and tastes like a DREAMsicle
Ingredients
1 box (15.25 oz) White Cake Mix
1 container (6 oz) non-fat Greek yogurt, plain
1 cup orange juice
freshly grated orange zest, optional
powdered sugar, optional
lowfat whipped cream, optional
Directions
In a large mixing bowl, combine cake mix, Greek yogurt and orange juice. Include the zest of one orange, if desired.
Pour batter into a greased 8 x8 inch square pan.
Bake in a 350º oven for 30 – 33 minutes. Slice into 9 pieces.
Garnish with a dusting of powdered sugar and orange peel, or lowfat yogurt
Chocolate Chip Zucchini Bread Waffles
Ingredients
• 3 large eggs
• 2 cups grated zucchini, unpeeled (about 2 small)
• 1.5 cups cassava flour
• 1/3 cup finely diced pitted dates
• 1 teaspoon cinnamon
• 1 teaspoon vanilla
• a pinch or two of nutmeg
• 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
• 1/4 teaspoon baking powder
• 4 tablespoons softened butter or ghee
• 1/3 cup raw honey
• 1/2 cup chopped pecans
• 2 ounces chopped 72% dark chocolate
Directions
Preheat your waffle iron.
Whisk eggs until frothy. Add remaining ingredients except for the pecans and dark chocolate. Fold them into the already blended batter at the end. This “batter” is not runny like traditional waffle batters.
Scoop three ice cream scoops of batter per waffle. Let cook for 2-3 minutes depending on how hot your waffle iron gets and whether it is a shallow waffle or a Belgium waffle. The waffle should have a light-medium browning.
Serve with pure maple syrup and a refreshing SUNRISE SMOOTHIE!
Enjoy!
No one should wake up and say to their self, “You are worthless”
Yet often times there is someone who feels helpless.
Something is broken, not right
Someone tossed and turned all night.
People are fragile when it comes to emotions
They have so much inside it can cause a commotion.
Desperate they search for the easiest way
To hide all their emotions and tuck them away.
Regardless of effort their effort is often not enough
This world can be domineering and rough.
People get beat down, often times their heart starts to bleed
They take scraps instead of what they need
Settle for something instead of what they deserve
Rejected and torn, they use up their reserve
Without much warning they dissolve away
The parts that were created to last and stay
The heart is usually the first
They can’t replace what makes their soul thirst.
This vicious cycle repeats and depletes
One’s basic worth and self needs
Over time we grow accustom to being nothing
Having no heart left for something
It all starts with feeling worthless
Regardless of ones conscious
In spite of all effort given
Don’t stop believing
In yourself
Above all else.
MwsR ❤
There is just something about the things we recall from a young age and the different one we have when we recall as adults.
Blue always had things that held special significance to her and thru her childhood. The one she remembers fondly is the Ford Torino. The family owned a royal blue Torino. This car was so huge it felt like a house on wheels to Blue. The color was one she favored, 
because she felt a fondness towards blue things in comparison to her blue eyes. It was something she had heard time and time again, how her eyes were the loveliest color of blue. She identified with blue a lot, thus her name was Blue, too.
This Torino was not the first family car she remembered. The family had owned a VW bug when she was smaller and it was just her and her big sister. When her brother came along the family got this Torino to accommodate the family dynamics. Back in this time and era, no one was required to wear a seatbelt. It was not made into law when she was small, so she could ride anywhere she wanted.
Sometimes Blue rode in the floorboard. She loved how every bump in the road was felt. She enjoyed the bouncing when they rode over a pothole or bump. She often would lay on her back in the floorboard and look out the windows of that Torino and follow along with her eyes everything that flew past. It was so cool for her to lay there and just enjoy. Fairly often she would climb onto the back dash and lay there. Imagine the people who saw that! A kid riding in the back window of the big blue car. She did not care to think about things of that nature, she just enjoyed her time, whenever she could.
This car, she often thought would be a great boat. She often imagined that the car could float. This car resembled a boat to her. It had a very large hood and front. She could just see herself riding a top the hood as the car floated on the river. She often thought it would be cool to put some flowery curtains in the windows of that car, and make a little cabin inside. This car had great potential, she thought.
Blue thought this car was special. There was just something about it. It could have been the room it had in it, or maybe the wide windows , or perhaps the large leather seats were the most appealing part. It really was hard to pinpoint why she loved it, she just did. She liked the idea that she never had to sit right on top of her big sister when they went out and about. That was a definite plus. Nothing worse than being cramped while riding to and from some place. She most definitely hated that.
Sometimes when her dad was driving to the store, he would turn the wheels left and right in a fashion that slid her from one side to the other. This was due in part to the large bench back seat. It was slicker than glass. Her little self slid back and forth so easy when her dad turned curves. If her dad was in a bad mood and angry, she knew that he would sling her around. His driving was rough when he was in a bad mood, Often she was asked to tag along to the store and back, He always liked her company it seemed.
She never questioned that kind of attention. Perhaps she should had, but she was just naïve little girl who assumed the world was a good place. In her home she assumed the same.
To be continued….
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