She Sits (yeah I wrote a poem, stop laughing)

She sits, she watches
She listens, she learns
She learns what not to do.

She sits, she gets wounded
She listens, she begs
She learns he does not hear.

She sits, she obeys
She listens, she cries
She learns she does not matter.

She sits, she bruises
She listens, she stuffs it down inside
She learns he does not love her.

She sits, she bleeds
She listens, she hears her silence
She learns he feels no guilt.

She sits, she is not safe
She listens, she begs again
She learns he does not care.

She sits, she thinks
She listens, she hears her thoughts
She learns she has the power.

She sits, she speaks
She listens, she tells him to leave
She learns she has strength.

She sits, she is lonely
She listens, she remembers
She learns to be herself.

She sits, she smiles
She listens, she hears music
She learns she is happy.

She sits, she wonders
She listens, she chooses
She learns she makes her destiny.

She sits, she breathes
She listens, she is relaxed
She relizes she is now free.

TC 9/15/10

Aerosmith - Love Me Two Times - this is odd sounding to me

Just something to share with you - not to sure what I think, I love both but together ?????

So I am bored at the laundrymat..... This pic is from my last day off when I went to the farm to get groceries. So why is it the this new girl at Dunkins' insists on putting liquid sugar in my Iced Coffee? You think after the first few time I said yuck I didn't ask for that crap that she would stop but nope she did it again. Just my bitch for the night. I am off today and tomorrow and I have nothing to do! Its getting chilly here so jumping in the river is out since its dark & cold & thats not to safe alone in the dark otherwise I would probably go do that when I get done with this damn laundry. Maybe tomorrow I will journey to Southwicks Wild Animal Farm I have not been there in about 20 years Joe and I used to go there every week and take my little brother. It is strange enough living back in New England but going there without Joe will be very strange (if you did not read the
begining posts Joe was my husand of 15 years - he is commonly refered to as the good husband!)

Lessons from Jim

"The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first." 

— Jim Morrison

Poetry - Jim Morrison

Just something I found today.   That I thought I would share with you!