I am sick and tired of people who have so much sorrow for their own struggles and a total lack of empathy for other peoples struggles. I am tired of attempting to be there for other people, only to discover over and over again, that the carelessness of mind that led to their problems will affect me in the end as they exercise their carelessness with me

ONLY YOU  

I just think of you 

all of the time, 

thoughts of you, 

completetly consume 

my mind... 

Feelings of you 

flood my heart, 

feels like I'm being 

ripped apart... 

I have never fit 

so much like a 

glove, and you 

are the only man, 

that I will ever 

Love...  

Certainly not easy

Grief for a mother will have its days-

sometimes long after the rituals are over and

condolence cards have stopped coming in the mail.

Whenever I am convinced that grief is “done”

Bang! It’s back! As if there is an

invisible bungee cord that pulls me back to my grief.

There is—memory.

It’s Mother’s Day in heaven, and I miss my mother. I wonder if she knows?

How do we face a day set aside for mothers when the woman who brought us into this world has been taken from this world? If you ask those who have already been down this road, they will tell you that it is a very lonely time. For each of you that will be glowing with smiles, shopping for your mother, and taking her out to your favorite restaurant, there will be those of us whose heart is aching as we remember the last moments spent with our mothers. 

Mother's Day certainly isn't easy. It stirs up the "emptiness" we feel inside. We can't change death, but we can certainly cherish the memories.

Innocence

Innocence I saw.

Saw in you.

You are most beautiful.

Your beauty being innocent.

Innocent for the simple things.

Things you do to look pretty.

Pretty than you already are.

Pretty for being you.

You are the prettiest.

Prettiest for me.

All your innocence fills my heart and melts for you.

Innocence never seen before.Never by me.

Such is innocence.

Innocence of your beauty.

Identity of a person

Identity signifies complexity

Identity identifies with reality

Identity is the bearer of all vanity

How does a person identify with identity?

You define yourself based on what?

They say, they say

You’re kind or moral based on what?

Or

You’re a genius and shrewd based on what?

Or

You make the perfect lover, look for no other
They say, they say

You’re strong without a thought it may not last long

Or

You’ve skills since with a record you run up high bills

Or

You are shy but no one ever talks to you or says hi

Or

You never give up because right now you are on top
They say, they say

You are generous or gregarious when all you are is conscious

Or

You’re innovative yet not the originator of the idea conceived
What are the facts?

That makes your identity intact

When change on identity has the last impact?

Memory

You are always with me
But you cannot interact

I can always see you
Always hear your voice

Always sense your smile
And always feel your touch

You always seem to be here
Showing me what’s right

You’re always right next to me
A guide within my life

All you say is all you’ve said
And stays here to this day

The lessons you have taught to me
Stay throughout time

I want to hug you
I want to know

To know you’re here right now
But I can’t

And you’re not
You’re just a memory