Caring too much

Life is hard when you care too much.

Life is hard when you feel too much.

Others know how kind your heart is and they take advantage of that kindness.

Then sees that Kindness as weakness.

Giving youself to others who only want to take what they can get from you is heartbreaking.

The trick in life is to stop.. Stop feeing guilty for the blessings that you have.  Stop feeling sorry for others that do not have.

Because in reality, they have. They would just rather  just spend your money than spend their own.

It seems that in with world.  People do not care if they are taking advantage of others as long as they get what they want.

Ask yourself, who is there for you?  If you needed something from someone else, would they be there for you?  More liklely than not, they have other things to do.  You have concern for others, yet the others have no concern for you.

It’s a trip.

It is OK to say NO.  It is OK to enjoy your blessings.  It is OK to not care.

You are not a bad person if you put yourself first.

You deserve to be kind to yourself.  You do not have to take others problems on as your own.

Believe me, they don’t care that much about you.


I’m sitting here thinking about inspiration

I’m sitting here wondering what’s next

I’m looking to you, expecting you to bring out my best.

You inspire my dedication, you inspire my motativation

without you I’m lacking direction.

Letting go of old hurts

Sometimes when you love yourself, you realize that holding on to old pain is pointless. The best thing to do is to let it all go once and for all. I’ve come to the fork in the road that  demands that I let go of all the shit that I’ve been through in the past.  It means that I have to take an honest look at the people in my life that has not been there for my best interest and to finally let them go.  And I have. It might have taken years for me to get to the point that I realize that some people hang around not because they have any concern for me, but because they want to keep tabs on me.  It makes them feel better about themselves to think that they may still have some small hold on me.  Guess what?  You have no hold on me.  You didn’t then and you don’t now.  The only difference it that I am aware of that fact now.  It is okay that some people do not like me.  I don’t like them.  There is nothing to feel guilty about. What I should have said years ago was… Fuck you!! You had no right to treat me the way that you did. I always had the right to say Fuck you!! But because I was so sweet and so nice, I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.  Even when you were tearing me down. Even when you participated in harassment. I was too nice to call you out.  Well guess what……. Fuck you.

Letting go of old hurts is so refreshing. Saying Fuck you is better than years of therapy.


The storm is over

the sky is clear

Throughout the darkness

you’re still here.

My Knight.

My Light.

When things were bad

and I was sad,

you grabbed my hand and pulled me through.

I would not have made it without you.

Your strength,

Your courage,

Your love, and commitment

reached out to me when I was distant.

You are my dream come true.

I’m still here, because of You.

My Music Man



Adulting is a funny thing really.  Some think that it begins at a certain age…. you know, I’m 18 years old— therefore, I’m an adult.  Some have really been “adulting” far from the “adulting” age.  Say that older child who finds him/herself  parenting a younger sibling while the real parent is out doing whatever.

The real sadness, is realizing at aged 50, that you haven’t been adulting at all.  You have been surviving and that surviving looked a lot like adulting.  But when you pull the skin back from the onion, you realized you were living on auto mode.

Stepping outside of yourself, outside of you issues, outside of your fears leaves a raw picture. It leads to open wounds, raw emotions, and fears you buried instead of facing. Once you are strong enough to face those hidden fears you have a true chance at really stating to “adult”.  It’s were you are living according to your own values.  Where you see the real you. Not the you that others tried to push off onto you. Not the fears that you developed from your past experiences. It is the You that you truly are.  And you are OK with that You.  You see your scars, your pains, your mistakes—– and you still love You.

Adulting begins when you see the real You and you love that You, and you start to take care of that You. Because, really, can anyone ever love You like you can?

Are you “Adulting” or are you on automatic?

Looking back

Looking back I can see clearly

looking back I felt the love.

Looking forward, I dream of us seeking

that  love we had before the storm.

You and I are not the norm.

Your touch upon my skin, so dearly

as if from angels up above.

Look at us!!

Even the angels are peaking

at our love.

We made it.



Drowning Shadows

We all have shadows.  How do you handle yours?

Me… I drown shadows by facing them. Feeling the emotion, then moving on.

But some shadows I hold on to…. There is a thin line between pain and pleasure. Although we tend to avoid the pain, think about this– what if we never get another chance to feel as deeply as we did when we were getting hurt?  Is feeling better than not feeling?

Embrace your shadows…. I know that I do.

My life— a Poem, written by me

My life,

I sit across from you and wonder..

what are your thoughts..

if I told you what was on my mind

would you be lost

lost in a fantasy, destined to never be

lost in a reality that may not include me

or would you take a chance…..

and breathe

and finally let it go…

reach out…for once…into an unknown

and discover a place where water flows,

where music fills the soul

where hanging on…brings more sensation….

Than letting go…

Where breathing in….. then breathing out..

Brings a place that turns your world inside out.

Where inside out feels right.

those  waves lasts all night.

And the music turns into light.

You’ve been there…..right?


i hear the things you refuse to say

you hide behind your silence

but that does not hide it…

don’t hide the beautiful words might as well try it….

Say what you have to say..

The words destined to fade away

But the feelings remains


Regrets…..such a sad word. To look back, and feel pain for some action, some thought, some missed opportunity. regret.

How sad it is to live life in a state of regret. How could you possibly achieve a state of happiness if you constantly have a gray cloud above your head— named regret? There are so many things that I regret in life. And letting go of those regrets will be the only way out of true darkness.

Regret #1 —- Long ago, I hurt a friend. In the most hurtful way — to love what was not mine to love.  I don’t regret the love (is there regret in love?)—I regret the carelessness of not thinking about the outcome.

Regret #2—- Long ago, I could have walked away; I could have let it go; I could have said no more.  I didn’t– and years later, I based my self worth on the opinions of those who bear no thought, no love, no understanding of who I really am.  By not letting go, and holding on to others views of their projections of me, I took on those projections and became who they believed me to be. I believed them. They were, and are still, wrong.  I define who I am.

Regret #3— more recently, I lost what was most precious. I was careless with my words, with my time, with my life. I lived as if I would live forever. but was I really living? was I really loving? This lost destroyed me. i realize that nothing, nothing is more important that living authentically. Being true to you and respecting time. Using the time not for myself, but to express the love i have towards others.

I have been blessed. But with blessings come accountably. There are no do-overs. How could I be so careless? I was careless with his heart.