Moods Of P

A walk through my words


November 2011

Sleepless Nights

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What can I do to make you love me?

What can I do to make you care?

If that’s how you can make me feel is it really worth it to hold on to what we have?

It’s okay, you don’t have to answer. It’s a rhetorical question. If a scale is not being made to balance is it the fault of those who weigh or the scale?

I will miss what we had for a while but it was and so shall it be remembered. I don’t really see how I should have sleepless nights over the right decision.


Sister without Blood

I never knew how much I could love until I loved you

I didn’t know I could be humbled until my heart bled for you

Peace evaded me before I knew you

Contentment passed me by fearing contamination alone in my presence

Love knew abuse through me and relearned faith from you.

A gift so precious a friend so rare

A sister without blood

Bestowed upon me only through God

What it do?!

Goodness! I have massive stage fright so I’ll get straight to it. I love writing. I also have a tendency to be an emotional writer, if something is on my mind, I have a tendency to write about it.

I have poems that go through my mind when I see things I don’t like and I like to write about things that I feel strongly about. Er, I said that already hey? I’m hoping my poetry, scenes, and whatever else I put up on this blog will make for interesting reading. I know that some may think that I am referring to things that are happening in my life …maybe  but not always.

Er, yeah, I don’t know if much of it will be happy, I’m not known for my joyful moments. Anyway, if anyone bothers to follow my emotional and writing development then, sit back, put on your seatbelt and allow me to drive you through my adolescence, youth and hopefully right up until my journey’s end.



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