tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57991739435575325842024-02-21T20:20:16.164-08:00Hearts and SoulsReal life can sometimes bring out the best or worse in people. Writing/reading can help you understand the difference. Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.comBlogger1136125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-70947044950497204222022-09-08T17:59:00.002-07:002022-09-08T17:59:42.213-07:00Worth<p style="text-align: justify;"> Self worth… thats a hard one to talk about. Why? Why is hard to talk about? What is even harder is the fact that so many people are searching for their self worth. Wait a minute, why does anyone have to search for their self worth? When did we lose it? When did we become so unworthy in our own eyes that we have decided that others can look at us the same way? </p><p style="text-align: justify;">What makes it worse? The fact that our families see our worth, those closest to us see our worth but we don’t. We allow other people who will never really make a difference in our lives treat us like we are anything but worthy. We allow people to treat us like our lives mean nothing unless it benefits them in some sort of way. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">What makes people believe that their lives are more worthy, more important? Are we suppose to bow down because someone else fell into a life that most could dream of? Does this make you special? Not at all! I think the everyday normal people need to stand up and speak up! We wont, we will sit back and take it and take it until we lose it! I feel like I need a start over, not with my family.. but with myself! I need to do the things that I swore I would do! Be my own boss, use my degree that I busted my butt for working two jobs and raising three girls alone. How did I see my worth then but now? </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I write because it has always been my outlet, I write because I am scared that if I speak up it will all come flooding out and people would be shocked if they knew what I hold in every single day. I am so tired of pity trips that come from the mouths of those that have no clue what a hard life is really about. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Maybe I am just a bitch, maybe I am just fed up! Either way I am ready to take MY life and do with it as I please. Tonight I will go to bed and tell myself over and over that I am worthy… I hope that when I wake up and I still in this mindset. Sweet dreams world and find your worth.. you are worthy and you matter! </p>Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-29950547346389118502022-09-04T18:58:00.000-07:002022-09-04T18:58:02.531-07:00Rescue <p style="text-align: justify;"> What an evening, out to eat with my hunni and then watched the sunset. It was beautiful colors of pinks and reds, my favorite. Ten years this month with a man who is really a man. Someone who loves his family and has been a father to mine and my ex husbands girls. Sadly but thankfully he stepped up where my ex stepped down, well he had always been down.. so there’s that! Came home in time to hear my rescue squirrel screaming for milk. It seems so rewarding to nursemaid a creature back to health and watch them bloom into their own little beings. However the time has come that I will need to send him to a rescue, we both have grown attached to each other. That is such a no no when you take in wildlife but it can be hard to ignore them with all of their cuteness overload. My bad! </p><p style="text-align: justify;">So he will be taken to a rescue that has done this for years and knows how to let the wild stay wild. I would love to say that the next time I refuse to allow any attachment but I have said that time and time again. It’s a lie lol! Lies…. I cannot help myself! </p><p style="text-align: justify;">As for now I am going to enjoy him tonight and part of the day tomorrow and then have some family time before it is back to work Tuesday. I love these four day weekends because it means we go back to a three day work week. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Help a girl, do I want to see Reba for my birthday next month or go to the beach for the fifth time this year. Hard decision! I am so ready to say that I am taking a trip to West Virginia and not the other way around. I surly will not visit this state as much as I do the ocean though. Fishing and hunting is all that this state has going for it, beauty here and there if you do not get sunk into the many potholes along the way. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Well reflection and rant over! Have a wonderful day tomorrow and be safe! Nothing is worth walking your last day on earth over carelessness. Until next time….</p>Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-60112598292487117392022-09-04T09:02:00.002-07:002022-09-04T09:02:38.373-07:00Reality<p style="text-align: justify;"> Depression is something that most people deal with in life. Some can fake it away but it is always lingering its cruel head in the distance. Some of us deal with it on an everyday basis, sometimes for no reason other than that is just how you are. You can have a great life but forget that for a moment between the laughter and tears. Some of us try to be people pleasers and that is our worst enemy! We try to please everyone and forget that we exist and our feelings should not be put aside to protect the feelings of those around us. Why is that? Well for some it is linked back to childhood traumas that we will never age away from. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">What does that mean? Age away from? Well sometimes people try to convince us that our past has no baring on our lives now. As an adult you should be able to put that aside and move on. For the most part we do, we are the superhero’s that no one sees. If they do see us, they don’t acknowledge the severity of what we have lived through. They will tell you of all of their past and how hard it was, and they are just fine. However one persons trauma is never alike and a lot of people that say they are fine is dealing with it in other ways. They are either dealing with some sort of addiction or they cannot settle down into a stable relationship. They symptoms of trauma is across the board in so many ways. OCD, downward spirals, highs that have nothing to do with drugs, a feeling of worthlessness.. the list goes on. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Right now i myself am dealing with it, I have a knot in my stomach that tells me i am either ready to explode or implode. Neither of the two are ideal, sometimes it really is what it is. Sometimes there is no reason for it that others can see. They don’t see it because they are wearing selfie glasses, yes I completely made up selfie glasses out of thin air. Another-wards they see their side of their tale and not the other side of the story. And that is okay… for them! </p><p style="text-align: justify;">THE REALITY IS, we all process life events in our own way. Some of us can cover up our feelings better and some of us can fake it… until we can’t!</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-22067632536074757442022-08-28T13:17:00.002-07:002022-08-28T13:17:28.415-07:00A baby girl<p style="text-align: justify;"> The second grand baby is going to be a little girl. So I have my first grand baby coming in December that will be a bundle of joy little boy and then my other bundle of joy will be here in February and that one will be a little girl. Best of both worlds and we are all so excited. I will update names once the kids say that I can. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I would love to hear from some of my readers… what was your first grandchild? What are things that you done for the baby showers? I am excited to hear from you all with your ideas. I hope everyone has a wonderful and blessed Sunday and until next time… </p>Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-43848678085117076652022-08-27T05:02:00.001-07:002022-08-27T05:02:07.378-07:00Quote<p> Find your peace in comfort in knowing you have done your all for yourself and those around you </p>Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-9193630166916804182022-08-27T05:00:00.004-07:002022-08-27T05:02:32.471-07:00Gender reveal day<p style="text-align: justify;"> Today is the day everyone! The gender reveal party is at 2:00, well wishes that everything goes smoothly in our little chaotic family function. This is literally the first time that I have been able to keep a secret, so yay me. I will of course update the results to everyone when calm hits my house and mind. The excitement is unbearable for my daughter, she wanted this get together but she wants to know already. Tisk tisk my child, get what you ask for and hold on to that overactive bladder for five more hours. Have a wonderful day world and thank you for stopping by. </p>Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-76036402511427659722022-08-26T20:27:00.001-07:002022-08-27T04:44:14.174-07:00Growing pains <p style="text-align: justify;"> Let’s admit that motherhood is hard, throw in three girls and it is chaos. Girls love all the things, the dresses, makeup, stealing moms brushes even. Never ever did I think it could get more chaotic than a gender reveal that was suppose to be small but now is going to be a full out cookout/two family get together. I think it will be great but I am worn out and ready to escape back to my happy place. We have been four times so far this year but I am ready to go and stay, luckily so is my hunni. What does that mean as a mother though? With two grand babies on the way! I feel like I will lose out on seeing them like I want to but I also feel like as parents we are allowed to finally remember that we are human and life cannot stop at children and their children. What do we know about life? Well it does not last forever, we are like seeds of a flower in a lot of ways. We are planted into our mothers and grow, once we are born we then grow more until we blossom. A flower however does not last, it weakens and starts to become frail as it ages. One day it just dies! </p><p style="text-align: justify;">As parents we need to remember that our children are those young and vibrant flowers that have a full life in front of them and we are now growing weaker in a way. Before we become frail we need to learn how to remember who we were before we became parents. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">We can do all the things, be there when our children need us. We cannot always be there when they just want us there. We gave our children life and we can only hope that they treat it as it is, fragile! It is time for them to find their path, their dreams and to accomplish great things on their own feet. Easier said than done of course but we can hope and dream. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Should we however forget our dreams and hopes in all of the wonderful and hard times that we have shared with our children? I don’t think that we should and at the end of the day I believe that our children want to see us go forward with our lives. They may be scared to admit it because as parents we have always been there to help and fix the trials of youth that they are now following into as adults. Practice makes perfect we have always heard, that also falls in the lines of growing up. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">With all of this said, what as parents do we do? Do we try and hold on to a life that was rearing our children or do we act as if we are twenty again and hit the pavement moving into a world that we do not even know? We are no longer the people that we were before raising children! We are no longer parents of young children that need to be watched over, at least not to their knowledge! Now we are a set of lost adults with no idea what comes next. In a way we are a lot like our children, as they learn how to be thriving adults and parents, we need to learn how to cope with our empty nest. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-21290048120712207632022-08-22T16:54:00.005-07:002022-08-22T16:54:41.119-07:00Like, really<p style="text-align: justify;"> Let’s just take a minute to express how bad the school system is right now. If you live in a small town you might as well just prepare for it to even be worse. Our school system says one thing and then does another. Honestly my youngest daughter has always been on the struggle bus with math, the more classes she has in math the more she gives up. Last year we done what we needed to do so she would be done with math, then we were told she would have to take one at least. Okay, fine… now she is also in one that I see no way can be achieved and that breaks my heart. Let’s set our kids up for failure and then get mad because they dislike school and refuse to move further with their education. Sadly our school cannot even get all of the kids in drivers ed within a four years time. I am unhappy that after this year i will have an empty nest but boy oh boy I will be sooo happy to be done with the school system. Sadly I know in a few years my daughters will be going through the same nonsense, then they will see why good old mom ranted at the school so much. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I think this will just be my rant blog on everything that gets under my skin… nope this will just be a life blog! </p><p style="text-align: justify;">What has been the hardest thing that you have dealt with in the system? Has it been easy peasy? Or are you just as ready as I am to have it over? </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Through me a comment and have a wonderful evening……..</p>Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-45806843569228066192022-08-21T13:14:00.003-07:002022-08-22T16:38:07.294-07:00Point of View<p style="text-align: justify;"> So I have been wondering what would interest my readers other than poetry. You see, poetry is so much more than depression and being lost. I have never really wrote uplifting poetry in that way though. I wrote poetry to escape the demons that were always following me. I also had some demons that I allowed in my life that I had to let go of. I would write in order to deal with them and myself! I have always heard that poets are depressed by nature, but they could still write in either direction. I am not sure how much I believe that. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">A doctor named Dr. Ludwig compared the suicide rate between different professions to each other and he found that 20% of eminent poets had committed suicide whereas only a 4% of other professions had committed suicide. You can read more about this in an article called “Going early into the good night” by Felishia R. Lee, written in April 24,2004. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I find this strangely true without all of the comparisons! We have always heard about the older days when poets would commit suicide but it never dawned on me why. Now in todays world we can see it more because of the internet. We see artist in all different walks of life that deal with a depression, oddly enough we do not see that as bystanders. There is something that lingers in an artists mind that gives them the ability to do what they do, more so artist that write in some form. Is it negativity or depression? Is it both which give them the mindset to write poetry or music that we listen to or read that leave us with shivers? </p><p style="text-align: justify;">This is something that most people do not think about or even see, but I do. I cannot count how many times that suicide was on my mind or that I took a handful of pills with liquor in hopes that I would not wake up. I always did, I am thankful for that now because I am more clear minded and see what that would have done to my children. So I guess it was just me allowing demons to control my life in the flesh and memory. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">So now you see my dilemma; as much as I have always liked to write, I am lost as to what of. One thing that I do know, whatever I write will reflect the feelings that I have at that time. I have never been one to cover up my words, even though I have always been a blank when my depression is at the highest. Maybe that is the manic in me, that is a whole different story though. </p>Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-17215552154116698742022-08-20T19:30:00.002-07:002022-08-20T19:36:09.098-07:00Empty nester <div style="text-align: justify;">Lets not live in a life of unsures, we have so much to live for. We make all of
these plans knowing that we do not even know where we will be tomorrow. We may
not even be here on earth,who knows.I have always used this blog for my
poetry,don't get me wrong I still write but not as often.I found a life that
sometimes leads me down a path of writing,but in private.I found a life that is
so full of the everyday hustle that the time that I had to write was put aside
to love and enjoy everyone around me. Is life perfect?yea right! Is it better
than it has ever been? oh yea! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am coming to a crossroad though that seems to have come at a pace that I was not prepared for. The road of becoming an empty nester. One more year and my last baby will be out of school. A few months and she will be 18! How is that possible? I joke around and say that her room will be my craft room, in reality it will just feel empty. When we become parents we are not prepared for them to leave, I have had two daughters leave already and become women. Nothing though prepares you for the last child to move on and become a fixture in their own home. Nothing prepares you! Now I need to learn how to live for me, live for my hunni, live in a world of not raising children. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With this though I will be on a new journey that I may carelessly stumble on for awhile. I can say that I am going to be a first time grandma in December and then a second time grandma in February. Both of my eldest daughters have decided that they are ready to start their own journeys of parenthood at the same time. Maybe this will be enough to keep me occupied within a mind that is doubtful and unprepared for tomorrow. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you have read this far leave a comment on how you dealt with preparing for your empty nest. What kept you going? How did you look at your child without wanting to cry? We went school clothes shopping today and all that i could think about was the fact that this was the last year that i would take my child to get clothes for school. That was depressing and may have ruined her trip to the mall. I hope one day I can sit back and enjoy the fact that my girls are grown and was raised with hearts that finds love for everyone.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I guess this means that this blog will have a facelift, writing down my feelings of growing and finding myself once again. Finding the woman that disappeared as a girl, to raise three girls that are now women.</div>Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-31510531655990758382019-03-29T19:21:00.000-07:002019-03-29T19:21:15.068-07:00Final Goodbyes I have to wonder<br />
what is on your mind,<br />
you never believed I would walk away did you?<br />
What are you doing now?<br />
Are you solemnly laying<br />
around regretting the things that I begged for?<br />
You never were much for the strength<br />
that it takes to be a man with integrity.<br />
You had a lack of self esteem,<br />
what more would make you stomp<br />
the person that you just hit to the ground.<br />
<br />
I have to wonder<br />
what is your deepest regret?<br />
Was it the day that you had a chance<br />
to keep the only woman who for so long took your crap?<br />
The day that the bargaining was laid to rest<br />
as I walked out the door that could no longer keep me in.<br />
I cannot help but wonder<br />
what you are thinking right now<br />
<br />
I have to wonder<br />
did you ever believe that you would see a smile upon my face<br />
that was not painted on with dollar store bought make-up.<br />
I cannot help but feel cocky now,<br />
a degree that you never thought that I could earn.<br />
How silly your degrading comments seem now<br />
that you are there living the same ol same ol<br />
while I am enjoying the progress that you swore<br />
I would never be smart enough to acheive.<br />
<br />
I have to wonder<br />
when did you realize that your late night text<br />
would not lead you back into my home of security.<br />
Your calls were ignored while I fished the banks<br />
of freedom and love for the life that I lost so long ago.<br />
I cannot help but feel smug,<br />
I made it out while you cried your thousandth apology<br />
and finally<br />
for the first time ever<br />
I heard the voice of deceit<br />
I saw the face of lies<br />
I made it out<br />
while you were for the first time ever<br />
left battered<br />
left alone on a Saturday night<br />
left mentally abused<br />
by nothing more than my final goodbye!Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-47034737365416940902018-12-25T20:57:00.001-08:002022-08-27T04:34:41.928-07:00Merry Christmas <div style="text-align: justify;">
I have been absent recently but I want everyone to know that all is great and I am working on a new project that may be unusaul for me.. I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday and see you after the new year comes in....</div>
Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-76476678763202598182018-08-21T17:33:00.000-07:002018-08-21T17:33:55.248-07:00Perfect RealityI'm to old to play games<br />
I am in it for the long haul<br />
I found what satisfies my heart<br />
even if it isn't felt within the soul.<br />
<br />
I am leveled<br />
even if not to the ground.<br />
I am stronger<br />
even if weak at any given moment.<br />
<br />
I have struggled<br />
I have been found<br />
atop a hilltop<br />
where nothing is as it seems.<br />
<br />
Nothing is perfect<br />
within the hell we reek upon ourselves.<br />
The man in the sky can only try so much,<br />
giving hints that all is not everything.<br />
<br />
A pearl in my hand<br />
a token of love in my ear<br />
a heart that asks for more<br />
that can never be<br />
<br />
Taking timeout to imagine<br />
to risk what is not so easily gained.<br />
Fretting about what is,<br />
and can never be!<br />
<br />
The reality of where we stand,<br />
is just a fraction of where we belong!<br />
The man upstairs tell all truths,<br />
the soul though he cannot control!Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-23952110287689976442018-08-21T17:32:00.000-07:002018-08-21T17:32:20.360-07:00A step away from perfect I remember the first time that I rode across that bridge<br />
the whole world became so secluded,<br />
it was just me and him.<br />
The trees were ready to turn<br />
into a colorful rainbow of beauty.<br />
The excitement in his eyes<br />
with that glitter of gold<br />
was the first moment<br />
that I felt a crack in my mold.<br />
<br />
My insides were in knots<br />
the touch of his hand sent chills<br />
straight through to my heart.<br />
I was not ready<br />
to let myself go again.<br />
To many bad memories of the way<br />
that it felt to give my heart away.<br />
But it was a lost cause<br />
and after the first night in his arms so was I.<br />
<br />
There was nothing like the beginning<br />
sneaking off into the silence<br />
where no one else could reach us.<br />
A kiss to the ear lobe<br />
with a whisper of endearment.<br />
I almost thought it was a game<br />
to feel so much for someone<br />
who acted like they felt the same.<br />
<br />
The pictures speak volumes<br />
into two hearts who found peace<br />
nothing left unsaid and<br />
nothing left un-felt.<br />
A pat to the cheek with a kiss to the lips<br />
a gentle spank in a teasing manner<br />
that would lead a school girl to blush.<br />
<br />
A deal that was among two<br />
that the world could only guess upon.<br />
It was the little things that meant the most<br />
for things you can never take away.<br />
A cuddle in arms that was the strongest ever felt,<br />
a hand out of nowhere that proved<br />
emotionally he was still there.<br />
<br />
The little things were forgotten over time,<br />
the world became to busy to remember<br />
a love that is to be left in time.<br />
Leaving nothing in its wake but a memory.<br />
<br />
The memories keep her awake<br />
she watches him sleep<br />
wishing she didn't miss him so.<br />
She beckons her heart to stop the beat<br />
that he so easy accomplished<br />
while she laid unaware.<br />
<br />
The bridge that at one time gave her such excitement<br />
was just another day that she knew<br />
she would be forgotten.<br />
<br />Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-45989825806142317202018-06-15T06:07:00.002-07:002018-06-15T06:07:42.634-07:00Promised LandShe stands tall for all to see<br />
she shines in the night<br />
with a torch stretched high<br />
<br />
She gives people hope<br />
with words that use to ring true<br />
now she falters in a fog of lies<br />
none of which she bestows on her own<br />
<br />
If she were human she would silently walk away<br />
If she were human you would find a tear gone stray<br />
<br />
If she had a voice she would reprehend those at fault<br />
If she had a voice she would remind us of how far we had come<br />
<br />
She use to be more than concrete and steel<br />
She use to be more than the copper and granite she is made from<br />
<br />
She was once a beacon that all flocked to adore<br />
now she has become a broken promise that so many mourn<br />
<br />
A gateway from hell she no longer stands<br />
nothing but a memory now in what was once<br />
the promised land!Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-40882589992514375492018-05-06T05:58:00.004-07:002022-08-22T17:31:53.233-07:00Weeping Willow Wisdom Rebuttal Weeping willow tree<br />
I know what you told me!<br />
I cannot help but to reflect<br />
on the story you had given so freely.<br />
<br />
As it may be you are stronger than me!<br />
You may have weathered many storms<br />
and broken many limbs<br />
however after your trials<br />
you still have something to hold on to.<br />
<br />
You have marked your territory<br />
in which you stand,<br />
that is something that can never change.<br />
A humans life is ever changing<br />
we move on when we have figured the pain is to much to bear.<br />
<br />
You have a root that cannot feel,<br />
I have a heart that feels every pang.<br />
You can tell your story as it may be,<br />
but you have never had to shuffle your feet.<br />
<br />
How I wish that I could be you,<br />
never have to worry about being in an others shoe.<br />
I would never have to worry about tomorrow,<br />
I would be steadfast day after day in the same place.<br />
<br />
Now do not take for granted what you have,<br />
as you watch the sun come up<br />
and the moon to take its place.<br />
I may be a human who will leave this place<br />
as you still stand proud.<br />
Giving me more reason to want more than I have!<br />
<br />
I will come back and visit you again,<br />
maybe then you will see that your presence<br />
is all that I was in search of from the beginning. <br />
<br />Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-61903038326892349192018-01-15T09:24:00.001-08:002018-01-15T09:31:38.498-08:00Full CircleI sit here riddled with guilt,<br />
not for anything that I have done wrong<br />
but for wandering into a room<br />
that I all to well know<br />
every nook and cranny of.<br />
<br />
I know every line of uncaught paint,<br />
every beam that holds it together.<br />
I know every hole in which a picture has graced,<br />
every outline that was left when taken down.<br />
<br />
Steps taken forward<br />
falters backwards<br />
steps taken away<br />
always finds themselves in full circle.<br />
<br />
An empty room full of old memories<br />
come back to life with the reminder<br />
of something long ago passed.<br />
Something that had never really gone away,<br />
stuck in a crevice at best.<br />
<br />
The center of my mind has gone astray<br />
there are memories that never really go away.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-8361994789663483632018-01-11T13:41:00.002-08:002018-01-15T09:03:17.383-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Never expect a positive reaction </span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"> from a negative action! </span></b></div>
Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-31403777246415044322018-01-10T18:37:00.000-08:002018-01-10T18:37:53.125-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">It is not like I want to be hated,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">I just don't have to be loved! </span></div>
Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-67599425405835630242018-01-10T18:26:00.000-08:002018-01-10T18:26:35.790-08:00Who is politically correct? <div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">What is considered
politically correct? What is not politically correct? The question is not so
easily answered because it depends on the side that you are fighting for. You
can be politically correct but the other side will still call you a snowflake
or tell you that you want a handout. The problem is there is such a division
between everyone that no one wants to understand the opposing side of politics.
The spectrum has grown so far apart that no one wants to work together for the
greater good. You are either completely wrong or completely right depending on
who you talk to. In reality most of us would rather not be labeled one or the
other because we do not wholeheartedly agree to the fullest with either
side. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">With that said let’s
talk about something that affects us all even though we will still fight over
it because let’s face it, we just have to argue or we may look like we are
agreeing with the opposing side. We have come to believe that we are not good
enough to fight for what is right and what is not right in the work place. We
work hard and strive to do well but we seem to have forgotten that we are just
as important as the people who sit behind a desk. We hear the same things over
and over, work hard, and make those quotas so the boss will be happy and proud
of their workers. We have this notion that they really care about us and that
our hard work for them will mean a brighter future for us. This is not true in
most cases and it will never be true as long as we kill ourselves so they can
make THEIR dreams come true. The notion that we will ever mean anything is just
that, a notion! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">We now want to believe
that big corporations will spread the wealth with more tax breaks; once again
this is just another notion that will not play out the way that we may hope.
Trickle down has been done before and guess what? It does not work! These
corporations are already counting their pay raises as their workers are still
working for low wages and only enough hours to barely get by. The normal worker
has to work more than one job just to stay afloat. Less hours and more workers
for businesses, this way it looks like the unemployment is down and these very
same people will once again get another tax break for working more people. It
is a win win for everyone but the biggest part of the American people! You have
people begging for hours but the big dogs are hiring more people while taking
more of those hours away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Meanwhile somewhere in
between we have homeless people which includes a vast amount of vets freezing
to death in our streets. Where is all of this wealth being spread exactly? We
have so many talks going on about helping the rich but we cannot set laws for
single parents that are struggling while the absent parents are living it up.
We cannot set laws on the books prevents nothing less than fraud, taking money
for working workers but leaving out that they are lucky to make twenty five
hours a week. We do not have the funds to have community centers all over the
United States for at risk teens that do not have a safe home or even food
waiting for them once they get out of school. We would rather take what very
little these children have away from them because a bike or skates may bother
an uptight citizen while they watch their televisions; well we all know what
becomes of idle hands. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">We have a drug epidemic
that is killing thousands and thousands of human’s everyday but we are worried
about saving the grace of the rich and mighty. We would rather be politically
correct than to step up to the plate and take a swing against the blatant
corruption that is unfolding right in front of us every day. We would like to
blame the last guy for the issues we have now, once the new guy is the old guy
we will go through this cycle once again. I am going to sit back and see just
how far this trickle will spread, how many valleys it will help and how far up
into the hills will it climb. I however will not hold my breath as I wait for
the results to come in. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-30805212769307802982017-11-16T07:32:00.000-08:002017-11-16T07:32:08.649-08:00Wishful Wishes I wish the clouds would clear<br />
and the sky would part<br />
I want to scream in anguish<br />
before the last of me falls apart<br />
<br />
I wish the clouds would clear<br />
and the sky would part<br />
I want to tell you that it was no bother<br />
speak from the bottom of your heart for eternity<br />
<br />
I wish the clouds would clear<br />
and the sky would part<br />
I want you to open your eyes<br />
and see all of us that wanted you to stay<br />
<br />
I wish the clouds would clear<br />
and the sky would part<br />
I want to know what the breaking point was<br />
and comfort you through your tears<br />
<br />
I wish the clouds would clear<br />
and the sky would part<br />
I want to know that you are okay<br />
even if we are not<br />
<br />
I wish for these things<br />
that can never be<br />
I hope when my time comes<br />
your face is one of the first that I see!Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-50090647739586417982017-11-15T06:23:00.000-08:002017-11-15T06:23:34.450-08:00Unsettled Reality can sometimes be so unsettling,<br />
the best of us can walk away.<br />
Lost in a world that they can no longer stay,<br />
grief-stricken so deeply that those closest can not even see.<br />
<br />
Left here to grieve,<br />
not understanding how such a smile<br />
can forever be erased.<br />
Left to ask yourself,<br />
was there anything that could have been done<br />
knowing down deep that this was game over.<br />
<br />
Looking out the window<br />
the sun is not in site<br />
there is a battle between good and bad<br />
that we are not a part of<br />
<br />
Recalling memories<br />
laughs and hey, how is your day<br />
keep playing circles in your mind<br />
thoughts are so deep that you can hear them<br />
in the voice that they portray<br />
<br />
Wishing that time could go back<br />
but knowing for one it was at a standstill.<br />
Wishing the grief was not so raw<br />
knowing it will be around for the long haul.<br />
<br />
Begging for this nightmare to come to an end<br />
knowing that is just a dream that can be hoped for<br />
nothing can bring back what has been lost<br />
nothing can ease the pain of losing such a man.<br />
<br />
Dropping to your knees<br />
praying that God is really a forgiving God<br />
Hoping that he knows<br />
that the man who left,<br />
was not the man who for so long stayed!<br />
<br />
<br />
Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-26335086921074496482017-10-24T14:29:00.003-07:002017-10-24T14:29:47.779-07:00Ghost Chasing ghosts among the lost!<br />
granting sanction,<br />
that only I bear upon my shoulders!<br />
<br />
Retrieving an image,<br />
that once was only an ambition!<br />
Picking myself up,<br />
only to fall again!<br />
<br />
Looking at a silhouette<br />
dimmed by a fogged mirror.<br />
Touching a face with the trickle of a hand,<br />
that was lost to the beholder.<br />
<br />
Gracefully walking backwards,<br />
fearing the patches will come unbound.<br />
Keeping the mind busy,<br />
in fear it will find insanity once again.<br />
<br />
Running away from the quicksand,<br />
that takes all as its own.<br />
Holding on to a limb,<br />
that the storm has shredded in its fiery.<br />
<br />
Determined to stay strong,<br />
where all is lost among the weak!<br />
Reality sparks a glimmer of thought,<br />
upon the ghost, all is not lost!Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-87702856108031299892017-10-23T14:29:00.001-07:002017-10-23T14:29:48.246-07:00His possession He possesses my heart<br />
easily taken from me<br />
with two fist clenched tightly.<br />
<br />
He has the ability to feel every beat!<br />
Every skip that it may take restlessly<br />
in the embrace of his arms.<br />
<br />
He has the strength to fade away<br />
as all past memories are best forgotten.<br />
His eyes are like looking into a mirror<br />
of the person that I have always dreamt.<br />
<br />
He has the power to change life<br />
as it once was, unknowingly giving<br />
up treasures just to lay in his embrace.<br />
<br />
He has the ability to crush it,<br />
like it had never existed.<br />
He has the strength<br />
to walk away<br />
as if he never possessed it at all.Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5799173943557532584.post-91206364904858165422017-10-18T15:10:00.001-07:002017-10-18T15:10:36.783-07:00Steps backLet me take a step back<br />
maybe I will figure this out<br />
maybe this battered soul will find redemption<br />
or at least see things more clearer.<br />
<br />
No one is perfect<br />
no one is at fault for all of their downfalls<br />
some though use life as<br />
an excuse to not live at all.<br />
<br />
What have we come to?<br />
When will we stand up and defend ourselves<br />
without fearing the invisible images<br />
that are only in our minds and point of views.<br />
<br />
My mind is blank<br />
there is nothing left to dream of<br />
nothing seems to fall into place<br />
so why dream about useless things?<br />
<br />
Let me take a step back<br />
maybe I will figure this out<br />
or maybe I will just walk away<br />
giving up all that I am or could ever have.Bathshebahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16934666249944779494noreply@blogger.com0