"Life is like a book you have to keep going till the end..": August 2012

Friday, August 31, 2012

Change

I see things repeat.
People make the same mistakes.
Things forgotten over and over again.
I've always been told we change with age, but I truly wonder if that true?

A mother's Love

Never ending.
Loving.
Kind.
Comforting.
Accepting.
She's always there for you no matter what.
It not just her job, it a mother's love.

She looks in the mirror and only sees her flaws. Her messy hair, her unsatisfying complex, her small height and her small belly. She calls herself many different names ugly, fat, unpleasing, stupid. Why can't she see the goodness in her heart? Why can't she see the kindness she shows to others? Why does she just let the mirror fool her?

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Annedom

Love is a mystery for the heart to wonder and for the mind to solve...

©2012-stephanie"Anne"meehan"Life is like a book.."http://jerseygirlstuckintennessee.blogspot.com

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Annedom

Dream big, for if you don't dream at all you will never succeed in life....

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Beautiful

What does it mean to be beautiful?
Are you good looking?
Smart?
Skinny?
True?
Forgiving?
Kind?
In a word with many different beauties, how do you know what is beautiful..

Monday, August 27, 2012

Annedom

(I going to start calling all my ramdom quotes, like this one and "Life is Like a book" Annedoms)

My mind is a mystery to me, for not even I know how the gears in my mind work...

©2012-stephanie"Anne"meehan"Life is like a book.."http://jerseygirlstuckintennessee.blogspot.com

Do they..

They look straight threw me.
They dont care what I say.
What I think.
All they see are my flaws.
They point out eveything I do wrong.
Do they know me at all.

Here we go again...

There the noise of the alarm clock.
Hit the snooze and try to sleep, remembering that it's that time of year again.
Shower, make up, hair, dress.
Grab your book's and out the door.
I pray for this to be over soon.
But here we go again, another year of school.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Circles

Around and around.
This way or That way.
No, Yes, No.
Love, Hate.
Back and Forth.
These cicles just make me dizzy.

Note From Anne

WOW! I have 610 views...well that is so cool. I am so happy to see people reading my poems. Please, PLEASE give me your opinions. and suggestions. I love challenges and want to make my writing wonderful! Thank you for visiting my blog!

Anne Meehan

"IT'S OVER 600" ((too corny lol))

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Smile

Hold you head high and just smile.

Even if it fake.

Stuid.

Or True.

Just smile.

Move on

Sometimes you feel stuck.

That there are too mnay choices to make.

One could hurt you.

But one could help you.

Sometime you just have to move on in life and see what happens...

Rainbow

The storm is comming.

They say to take shealter.

But I reather sit and let the rain fall.

Listen to the lightning and thunder.

Though it may hurt my ears i want to see how it ends.

For there always a rainbow after the storm.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Home

In life you will have many homes.

Some you grew up in and only visit when your older.

Some you live by yourself and unsure about life.

Some you life happily with others you call your love.

But what matters is how you embrace it all.

For home is were you always be happy.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

To live

Life a mystery worth solving.

A tale worth telling,

A song worth singing.

A poem worth writing.

Life is so beautiful....

Sunday, August 19, 2012

The path

((this a status i did for a rp character i am on a writing group. I loved it so much I wanted to share))
Life has many paths that you must choose from. Some are easy, they seem made for you; the path people expect from you. The rules that they want you to follow. But there are some path you have to make; with your own rules. Some you need to just go down or you'll never be happy; just filled with misery for you are being pushed in many directions that you don't want to go. Some people always choose the easy path. Do as they are told, follow what expected of them. But me no i prefer to make my own way and live life with him...

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Fly

Let's go away.

Let's see the world.

Let's have an adventure.

Let's just Fly.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

I miss you

When I wake, I think I see you.

When I need advice, I think I see you.

When I need a hug, I think I see you.

I miss you, your advice and hugs.

I miss the only true father i ever had.

I miss you grandpa....

(dedicated to Robert David Scales 1943-2006)

Love

Love is the enemey.
It's evil,
Mean.
Cruel.
But I love it.

Yellow Rose (short story)

There once was a little orphan girl who no one showed a lot of attention too. Expect for one farm boy; who always gave her roses from his garden. She would smile, which always made the boy happy. He continued to give her roses til one day a couple came and adopted the little girl. She was happy, but the boy was sad to see her go. Before she left he handed her one last rose. A yellow one, which was meant to say remember me. She accepted the gift and kept it till the rose wilted. She thought her new life would be filled with roses and happiness. But her new parents only adopted her to service them in there house. She continued to live a life of sadness and despair. When she was eighteen she had decide to run away. Alone again was were she wanted to be. She stayed alone till a sunny day when she pasted by a farm. A man was out tending to his yellow roses. When he saw her he felt compelled to give her one. She smile at the moment she knew it was her farm boy and that she would never be alone again.

Note from Anne

Hi, I am so surprised that I've had actually gotten views in the last few days since i decide to use this as a writing blog. Now just a little fact I am not a depressing person. I actually really easy going and happy most of the time. But I have been told I write some dark poems. That cause I just write how i feel about certain subjects. I love suggestions about things to write about. I also love challenges! So please don't be afraid to comment on anything. Thank you for looking at my blog!

Anne Meehan

My first attempt at a monologue

*A women laying in a dark room. She is dressed in ripped up clothing. Her face is pale and her body has bruises were the clothes show open skin.The room has a small bed, with a small blanket that barely covers her. The room is full of trash. There's a window above the bed with bars on it. She is crying and looking toward the door(audience)* Women-You know my life use to be filled with pretty dress, songs of happiness and joy. Now *she halfheartedly giggles to herself* nothing fills the air. But his pain..His screaming...his torture.*hold her head; as tears come down her checks, she stand on the bed and looks away. Go to the window tries with her might to pull the bars away, falls back because of little strength. lays down on the floor* I wish he'd let me go. To see the sun shine again. It feel like year since I've breath fresh air. *places her hands on her face and turns to kneel on her knees screaming at the audience* YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE.*stands* the fear of hes fist; the fear of his screams.I want freedom! But if I got it, would I know what to do?*sighs* No for this is the way I have lived my life with him. It may have started out pretty but now it seem this is all I know.*returns to her bed and pass out. Fades to dark*

Take a picture

They stare.

They laugh.

They point.

They don't know what im thinking. How there looks hurt me.
I wish they just take a picture and leave.

Him

When Im down.

I go to Him.

When Im scared.

I go to Him.

When I need help.

I go to Him.

For he will always love me.
No matter my faults.No matter what I've done wrong.
He will always be my rock.

For,When Im down.

I go to Him.

When Im scared.

I go to Him.

When I need help.

I go to Him.

I have faith in Him. I have trust in Him.
For though Him i can do all things.
For he give me strength, hope and love.

For,When Im down.

I go to Him.

When Im scared.

I go to Him.

When I need help.

I go to Him.

Stronger

The pains I go through.

Makes me stronger.

The fights I have.

Makes me stronger.

The strugggle to live right.

Makes me stronger.

For what are we without strength.

"Life is like a book..you have to keep going til the end."

For you don't finish the book. You will never know the end..."

Love is like a rose

Love is like rose.

Beuitful and glistening in the sun.
It lures you to come and touch.
To pick it and hold it tight.

But if handle wrong, the rose will break into many pieces.
Just like my heart.

Stress

It hits me like a blade.
It hurts my mind and soul.
It causes me to weep and moan in pain.
It makes me fear the morning.
It makes me fear the night.
I Wish it go away; leave me alone to think no more of it.
I want to be clam and away from it.
For it, hits me like a blade.
It hurts my mind and soul.
It causes me to weep and moan in pain.
It makes me fear the morning.
It makes me fear the night.
The night and days are harder.
I pray for it. I try my hardest to trust it will be taken care of.
For it, hits me like a blade.
It hurts my mind and soul.
It causes me to weep and moan in pain.
It makes me fear the morning.
It makes me fear the night.

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