The pain of living in this world
Is more than I can really bare
I feel the weight of sorrow now
Just wondering if people care

I wish the ground would open up
Swallowing me, take me away
Do not want to be here no more
It`s getting harder, day by day

The pain of making the wrong choice!!
Of turning the good times to bad
Hurting people I truly love
For all of this makes me feel sad

The world is changing all around
And the pace of life is so fast
I beg you all to let me be
For I`m not sure that I can last


I find is easier to express my feelings through poetry, than to sit down and talk about them
I know that this happens to others too.  I just felt so low when I wrote this. I couldnt pin down exactly what had brought it on, but......well thats life

Remembering

I will always remember you when
I look up at the stairs

I will always remember you when
I am so far away

I can`t hug you or hold your hand now
But I will always rmember you

All the things that you gave me will
Remind me that you were there for me.





I found this poem in one of my notebooks while I was going through my book shelf.
Its dated 11-12-00

Memories, Memories


Memories, memories
All my treasures put together
Creating memories
Hold them in my heart for ever


There are good memories
All the wonderful things I have done
Those special memories
Good times, happy times, having fun!

But there`re sad memories
The ones I would rather forget
They are still memories
Placed in my soul with no regret


Time for new memories
To fill my heart with all that`s great
I love my memories
They`re special, so lets celebrate!!



It was the 2nd anniversary of my mothers death, and I was thinking of all the memories I have of her and the things we all did together. There were good ones and no so good ones. Each memory was special and should be remembered.  That is what makes me who I am.!

From small beginnings.......

This little striped oval seed
Lifeless, insignificant
So what good can come from it?
I`m curious, so lets plant!

The seed of knowledge is sown
What will develop from here?
Love, time and patience will tell
Waiting for shoots to appear

Slowly this creation grows
Each passing day, life is seen
Struggling to see the light
This striped seed is sprouting green

Pushing away the barriers
Growing up towards the sun light
This new young life develops well
Revealing itself. what a sight!

From such a humble beginning
It now stands tall for all to see
Growing stronger as time goes by
Just like life, its on it`s journey.


This poem reflects the growth of a single seed and its new life, as well as the devopement of a young  life thats moving along its journey, ever striving to do well.  they are similar yet very different too.

© Lissie Bull 2013

Passion!

Children come from desire
 Passion that brings people together
  Though it does not always last
   Never should it be blamed on the child
Some relationships will last a life time
 Some, just a passing in the night
  What ever happens, people should take care
   As the results will last for ever
Recriminations turn to hatred
 These dreadful things effect the child
  They don`t understand what they have done
   All they`ve done, was to be born!!


I was so upset by an article I read the other day, about all the unwanted or unloved children there were, their parents just didnt want them, though they hadn`t thought about the concequences of their passion.  It`s always the child that suffers through no fault of their own.

Missing you

How time flies........
Can`t believe that you have gone
Left us to continue
As you walk with the angels
Happily
Restfully

Taken so suddenly
And given your wings
Strolling through God`s garden
Among the sweet flowers
Reflecting
Meditating

We......who are left
To carry the memories
Carry the burden of sorrow
Shedding  a tear
Reluctantly
Respectfully

Holding on.......
Wanting answers
Why did you have to go?
Who will I turn to now?
Missing you
Loving you.




This is a tough time of the year for me, and as anniversaries are due, I reflect on my loved ones passing.
"When someone you love becomes a memory,  that memory becomes a treasure"

Chapters of words and pictures

Our lives are painted in words and pictures
Each part of it, a chapter
No matter what we say or do
Every event plays a major factor

For what you see in front of you
Will affect you in different ways
The good times and the bad ones
Depending on how you manage your days

We all see things so differently
And that is good and right
For if we were the same as others
Who would fight our fight?

As we grow older, so life changes
We learn from our mistakes
So when new challenges arise
We strike and claim our stakes

I`m here and need your strength
To write down the next chapter
Please help me to get through this
I look to you, my protector


There are many chapters through out our lives, and some are exciting, happy and good but also some are hard and sad.  I was going through a rough time when I wrote this and needed guidence to move on to my next chapter.  I did at least make it.