Unlocked Thoughts

This is a poem called Connections. I normally like to have prints of my poems but until I unpack my printer I will store it here. Enjoy :) Are you there? Can you see standing here? I appear to be near.  How can you not see the shadows and feel my body heat. I crowd your heart  and lay at your feet. God declared us one and here we are. I pulled on your wrist  and you push against my soul. The emotion connection has stalled and I'm appalled. We aren't fully engaged because as a child your emotions outlets have been blocked with rage. I fight you to untangle your emotional web, and I give myself up emotionally to be dread.  It's like a cherry blossom that has yet to bloom and I'm impatient as ever. I want the emotional channel that every married couple endeavors. Each soul is different, and some flowers even in the same bouquet take time to bloom. Just because you connect the two bride and groom. It still takes time for love to become don't

The moment you think that you have a shoulder to cry on... but you don't. I don't blame myself and at the same time I do. I married someone who resists their emotions. I don't feel complete emotionally because I have no one to share those delicate things with. Most people, at least, have a mother, father, grandparents or a super close person who they can bond with emotionally. It becomes utterly personal and you just connect like the stars in the sky. Whelp, I don't have that or at least I thought I would. So hence, I thought I share what really matter to a girl more than guys know.  1. We want to be fondle and cuddled when things are emotionally overwhelming.  I can speak forever on this subject because I often have to shed tears to get the clue to my husband. Just for him to get the drift. Girls are emotional, duh, however scientifically proven boys are more than men. The outlet is more obvious for a girl than it is for a guy. If you're like me who h

Reflections that I have seen in my life... Today I feel like the most unfortunate Christian wife, or maybe I’m just misunderstood often. I suffer from ADD/ADHD and I have often heard that I have a hard time focusing. However, today is just out of my reach for me. My husband and I argue frequently (and, I mean, what couple doesn’t). I struggle with having a mate that is disfellowshipped and I try my best to help him but, there are days when I think I do too much. It pains me and my day-to-day strides. Today we had list emergency info and I was listed as the “head of my household” I felt so stupid because I’m a wife and not a head of my household. I feel like so much disposition is on me because of the disorder in my current family arrangement. Today was hard because I had filled yet another shoe my mother was wearing. She was the head and the mother of my household. I had no father in my life. He was out setting a bad example for us, by not leading a godly father figure foll

The Lives of Others I’m writing a new blog entry but this one goes out to everyone who has problems that they believe are enormous. It’s not really. I could cry a river the size of the Atlantic ocean for the 4 or 5 problems I could tell you on hand but as the saying goes: “There is always someone who goes through a lot more than you." No, I’m not talking about the people on The Dr. Phil show or Oprah. I mean, humanity all around us. They suffer too, who doesn't suffer in the world we live in now? No matter what age, religion, gender, race or language we speak we all are suffering at this very moment. I use this blog as an outlet and to touch hearts across the globe. I confide here to my anonymous avid readers because I don’t have to hear the scary noise of judgment and rejection for my problems and mistakes. I invite those here to this webpage so they can feel like this is a sanctuary. Consider the following phrase next. A person who has the brightest smile i