Inspiration

Jun 28, 2010

Letters to a younger Lizzy

I've been reading a couple versions of "letters to myself" on the various blogs i stalk..er.. read.. and I really like them! Thought I'd give it a shot!

Letters to a younger Lizzy

Dear 6 yr old me,
I know you're scared, but it'll get better. I promise. Not for a while, but it will. So for now take care of your sisters, they'll need you to distract them. Stay strong missy

Dear 13 yr old me,
I know you feel uncomfortable at home. You only have a couple years left. She will leave him. I know you're angry with her for broken promises, but one day you will understand how scary of a situation it is for her too. Don't be too hard on her. She will leave him. It's going to get real bad for the next couple years, so when your aunt moves back home in the next couple months, hang out with her as much as you can. And your grandparents will take you in whenever you need a safe zone. Your gramma will forever have your back. Remember this, you will need this info repeatedly over the next decade.

Dear 15 yr old me,
It's time to breathe. You're going to be angry for a long while, and that's ok. You're allowed to have emotions about everything now. Be as angry as you need to be, but remember your gramma has your back. You can say anything to her, and she understands you. Same with your aunt. Talk it out, because if you don't you will lose your shit. in the worst way possible. And dude, lay off the boys. They are all bad news, and only want one thing from you. You will get hurt if you keep acting the way you are around them.

Dear 16 yr old me,
You are not alone. I know you feel you are, but you are not. Try to not be so angry with her. I realize she broke her promise to you girls of "no men, just us girls for a while" but he is a good man. A very good man. Give him a chance. He will change your life for the better and you will be grateful. And once again, lay off the dudes. and do you have to party so much? You will regret some of these choices you're making when you're older. So tone it down.

Dear 17yr old me,
He is going to hurt you. I realize there is a bigger purpose for this one to be in your life. but he is going to hurt you. So prepare yourself. You are going to learn a lot about yourself and about life, and about love (or what isn't) during your relationship with him. And you are going to end up a single mom. I know you promised yourself this would never happen to you, but it will. In the hardest way possible. So be prepared.

Dear 20yr old me,
Breathe. You feel scared, and angry, and weak, and you want to give up, except you have this beautiful baby to take care of. and even tho he cries, and eats constantly, and sucks all your energy, you know you have to do this for him. Breathe woman. You can do this. Even tho you don't feel like it right now, you are one strong bitch, and you are not going to let some lying selfish douchebag win. You are a fighter. But on the morning of your 21st bday, when you are exhausted and need some sleep, do not call him to come over, you will regret that fight for the rest of your life. Call your mother for help instead. She does care even if she acts like she doesn't. For real.

Dear 23 yr old me,
This horrible pregnancy is almost over. You are amazing. Being pregnant single mom was a bitch, and as much as you want this damn baby out of you, try to enjoy being pregnant. Because it's not going to happen again, and it will make you sad that you never enjoyed it. Once that daughter of yours is born, you are going to have her father around a bunch and life is going to get interesting. Did I not tell you a decade ago to lay off the boys? Geez woman. It will be hard, but the two of you will figure it out, and it will transform itself into a very good thing. I promise. He will understand you and let you be your crazy self, and love you for it. He will make you laugh when you feel like the world is ending. So just breathe. You will not be single mommy of two for long. It will be ok. Life gets happy soon. You deserve it. So calm the eff down and enjoy being pregnant. I'm very proud of you.

Dear 25 yr old me,
You deserve this happiness so quit being worried it's going to go away. You've fought enough and deserve some good, so calm down and enjoy this. Stop worrying. You'll get wrinkles.

xoxo,
Lizzy

Jun 27, 2010

i have to commit

suggested by @runaway_tweets

dress is tight
boots are zipped
drink in hand
lets find trouble
he's right there
looking your way
visions of nudity
and champagne bubbles

hot wax
and handcuffs
ripped fishnet
and more
are encouraging
your move
to him
then to the dance floor

bodies entwined
grind to the beat
'i want you
all over me'
he whispers
in your ear
hearts pounding
yet you feel free

nights over
time to go
the excitement
is overwhelming
as he pulls you
into his cab
i have to commit
to him this evening

Jun 23, 2010

wrapped in a midnight blue blanket

suggested by my twitter girly @canyonwalker.

nothing on tv tonight
mindless chatter
haunted by the ticking
of the clock
you want to look, but don't
he's out somewhere
and you're not with him
instead
you're wrapped in a midnight blue blanket
crying on the couch
wishing this wasn't your life
wishing you had a way out
wishing there was more liquor
wishing for anything
but this

it hurts to think

Suggested by @CAMHOAPAMM.

this situation makes me twitch
anger makes the world spin
fists are ready to go
it hurts to think
so i wont
react on impulse
act with rage
Animosity runs through my veins
and you're my victim
so run for your life
fury is my fuel
i will get you

Jun 21, 2010

Until you looked me in the eyes

Wrote this bad boy in high school too. It's fun going through my old stuff. Enjoy! I remember being really proud of this one when it was finished. It's very high school.

Until you looked me in the eyes

I was crying on the grass
The morning I met you
I remember the moment perfectly
Sitting the in the morning dew

I felt like I was so alone
Until you looked me in the eyes
I felt the sparks go through me
I knew you were only mine

No one else could have you
'Cuz I fell in love right then
I know you think that's impossible
Because we were only seven

The next years went quickly
You became my very best friend
Through the bad time and the good
We saw each other to the end

Something unexpected happens
When you look me in the eyes
This time you kissed me
And caught me by surprise

We pretended it didn't happen
I didn't know what to say
You thought I was mad
So you went your own way

I missed you like crazy
Cried every single night
It was then I realized
I fell in love at first sight

I didn't want to believe
You loved someone else
I couldn't handle life without you
I was so depressed

Everyday added to the pain
Finally I lost all control
You heard about it from a friend
And told me we're still one soul

I was crying on the grass
Once again, saved by you
I remember the moment perfectly
There, in the early morning dew

I feel like I'm so alone
Until you look me in the eyes
I feel the sparks go through me
I know you're only mine

No one else can have you
We fell in love right then
You know now, thats possible
That's why we kissed again


Poems are like cars

Found my book of writing from high school! Holy bananas! Here's one of em!

Poems
are like
cars,
always speeding,
leaving you behind
in the dust,
dashing ahead
of you
letting you be
free
taking you
to wonderful new
destinations

Jun 20, 2010

Happy Fathers Day!

Happy Fathers Day to those that deserve it!! I wanna take a minute and thank all that read my Fathers Day series on here. Those poems were hard. and liberating. and thank you! I love and appreciate my readers more than you know! xoxo!

Now onto the good stuff!

I know a man
who's existence is honorable
He mirrors patience
and love
and understanding
He is kind
and supportive
and easy to be with
He accepts you
for who you are you
your faults
your achievements
your everything
He doesn't judge
and he loves unconditionally
He has taught me how a man
should love a woman
and what real love is
He has taught me
what being a parent is
He is a great man
One of the best
His patience
and love
and understanding
transformed me
from the angry teenage girl
I was
to the woman
I now am
Gratitude is by far,
an understatement
for this man
who's existence is honorable

(you know who you are, I love you!, Liz)