It's Strange Pt. 2

So it seems that even when you are finished with the constant drama of high-school and friends who steal your boyfriends, there it still the constant bickering of a family you may or may not have ever really known. You can spend your entire life trying to impress a family that isn't really there. You can do anything in your power to make life easier for them, and go out of your way as much as you can. Spend thousands of dollars on your family and never get so much as a thank you.

Take into consideration here, that although you knew who these "family members" are, they may have never been there when you needed them before you go into an all out cry-fest. It is true that family is supposed to be the only thing you really have in the end, however, if they were never there to begin with, how can you put faith in them? Don't get angry. Don't bother yourself with the petty instigation's they throw your way, it isn't worth your struggle. The only thing they are doing is taking advantage of the fact that you are easy to either intimidate, or use to the fullest.

The other side here is that maybe you were the wayward one, and haven't been there for them. Everyone deserves a second chance, but how many chances have you had? And how many times have you let them down. So before you get upset in this case, make sure you remember all of this.

Family is supposed to stick together through thick and thin... but sometimes you have to make your own family, and sometimes, that is better than what you started with in the first place.

She Can

She can speak to him like no other, he knows all of her fears, hopes, and dreams. He holds her strong when she is weak and keeps her steady when she shakes. They spend their days apart, though the time they have is cherished. She sees an angel while he sleeps but sees a knight when he wakes. Moments they share are sparse, yet every time she looks at him, she falls in love all over again.

A Work Of My Mother

LAST NIGHT I DREAMED ABOUT YOU

Last night I dreamed about you;
Why, I do not know.

I know neither your name,
Nor where you came from.

A place from the darkest regions
Of my mind?

A part of a fantasy,
High upon the misty mountains?

Within the shadows,
I hear the faint and distant
Cries of a banshee.


I can never see you,
Nor can I see your eyes.


You ask me, How then, Do I
Dream if I cannot see who I dream about.

I feel you. I feel the sting
f your fiery stare, The icy fingers that reach for my hand.

I can hear your blood-curdling screams
For the fear that rises somewhere within your soul.

Come out of hiding, Take my hand.
Learn to love, and live.

Last night I dreamed about you.

Written by: Donna Mosher
January 9th, 1985

It's Strange Pt. 1

Remember when we were all kids, and the only things we had to worry about were skinned knees, and getting inside before dark so our mothers didn't yell? When getting grounded was the absolute worst punishment because it meant we couldn't go outside and play? How quickly it all changed amazes me.

All of the sudden we all woke up, and some of us were graduating, some were in jail, and others were home with their kids. I had never expected it to be this way. The ones that were supposed to go to college after high school ended up working dead-end jobs, or not at all while trying to support their young family. However, the ones that were trying their hardest to be "The Rebel"... actually went somewhere and made something of themselves and their lives. The ones that never cared about anything, suddenly have everything that everyone else deserved.

Life twists and turns in so many different directions, mostly demented. Some people walk all over each other to get what they while, while the ones they are walking on lose everything.