These tears you see

are because you hurt me

you should know by now

it doesn’t matter how

The walls I build

protect a heart that’s chilled

to keep out the songs

where broken promises don’t belong

The tears you won’t see

are making a stronger me

your actions spoke

while your words tried to choke

a frozen heart is protected

because it becomes disconnected

In the end it is all you

that will determine if it is two

or if the frozen heart

breaks apart






Hello again anger… I’ve missed.. Not

Straßenschild Anger

Straßenschild Anger (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well hello again…

I’ve wondered where you’ve been..

your never very far away

and showed yourself again today

out of the corners you come a creeping

into my very soul your steady seeping

filling every inch of my mind

always putting my moods in a bind

wondering why you love me so

but always making me feel so low

wishing you would leave on my own

instead of making me feel all alone.

how long this time will you stay

in my heart you love to play..

Calling all bloggers…

Okay, okay.. I’ll jump on the bandwagon.. what can I say, I cave into peer pressure.  So I guess since everyone else is doing this “guest” blogger thing I will too.  So who would like the opportunity to be my official first guest blogger (I know I know, my husband’s already done that but he doesn’t count.. I mean we live together)… I’m talking about one of you lucky bloggers in blogger land that I’m not married too, living with, related too or having sex with…Hit me up with a yes you would like too.. my email is shanson3871@gmail.com.  It can be about anything you’d like (EXCEPT.. you knew this was coming…except religion, politics, or anything that’s boring, not fun, lacking of interest ect ect.)  I love poetry.. I love cooking.. I love sarcasm and sex.. I love daily stupid people stories… show me what ya got!


I know why the caged bird sings by Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

English: Caged bird, Ward Park As well as the ...

English: Caged bird, Ward Park As well as the many free to roam around the grounds, Ward Park in Bangor also has many exotic caged birds. This is a budgerigar. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dreams.. by Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) by Félix Valloton ...

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) by Félix Valloton (1865-1925) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
‘Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
But should it be- that dream eternally
Continuing- as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood- should it thus be given,
‘Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
For I have revell’d, when the sun was bright
I’ the summer sky, in dreams of living light
And loveliness,- have left my very heart
In climes of my imagining, apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought- what more could I have seen?
‘Twas once- and only once- and the wild hour
From my remembrance shall not pass- some power
Or spell had bound me- ’twas the chilly wind
Came o’er me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spirit- or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly- or the stars- howe’er it was
That dream was as that night-wind- let it pass.

I have been happy, tho’ in a dream.
I have been happy- and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality, which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love- and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.

The Compliant Spell


Hell (Photo credit: KomodorO // Paco LopeH)


Awakened to  the suns first light

fighting to escape this bed

angry at life and all that entails

negativity filling the spaces in my head

Asking the same question

over and over once more

why is it always the same answer

shaking me to the very core

It truly is never ending

the pain and agony of daily life

spinning the wheels that never turn

as if struck from a knife

let me out of your clutches

free from this earthly hell

to know peace and serenity

such as a compliant spell




Where's Waldo?

Where’s Waldo? (Photo credit: DecoByDesign)


Where were you

when I called your name

nowhere to be found

Where was your hand

when I reached out for it

nowhere to be felt

Where was your smile

when I need to see it

nowhere to be seen

Where was your arms

when I need to be held

nowhere near me

Where was I when

you called my name

standing right here

Where was my hand

when you reached for it

reaching back for yours

Where was my smile

when you needed to see it

it was across my face while looking at you

Where were my arms

when you needed to be held

wrapped tightly around you


I’ve always been here for you

just open your eye’s and see