Merry Christmas to you
Merry Christmas to me
The presents are under
The Christmas tree

The stockings are hung on the
Wall not the chimney
He goes Christmas shopping
The day before Christmas

No deal is that good
I'll just have to miss it.
It wasn't that great
Before the discount.

You say that you love me
Really you do,
But what sacrifices
Are made by you?

You have everything
You could ever want
If you don't you just
Buy it no matter the cost

Copyright From A Poet's Heart
12/24/14

For better or worse
Til death do us part
Broken my heart
That you caused to start.

You stole from everyone
Friends and our family.
You "borrowed" never loaned
You whined and you groaned.

Once upon a time
Before you, I had a life.
Then you came along,
Now all I have is strife.

No family, no friends
No one to get close to.
If I chance and do,
They run off, they do.

I try to make "mommy friends,"
They are "too good for me."
But I think what bothers them
Is that I'm in "slavery."

Not free to come,
Not free to go,
Not free to be
The "me" everyone knows.

In the nine years
That we've been together,
I've met other people
Who share my fears.

They say it is easy
To get up and leave
They say it just like
You put on a sleeve.

They don't tell you of shelters,
Don't tell you of papers,
Don't tell you of crying children
Don't tell you of skelter.

He b*tches because
We aren't the "perfect family"
While he plays on his phone
I watch the kids all alone.

Copyright From A Poet's Heart
12/23/14

Love will come and
Love will go
That's what they said
And it seems so.

At first you are inseparable
And as the years pass,
You grow distant
And then you are strangers.

It's funny how they say
That life is a circle.
You come into the world
Dependant and leave just the same.

You came in diapers
You leave in diapers
Came in ignorant
Leave out stupid.

They shield you from pain.
They put you in pain.
They love you to death.
They wish you would die.

Copyright From A Poet's Heart
12/26/14

12/20/14

Hatred and Anger
They build up inside,
They bubble and boil
Until they are hard to hide.

Merry Christmas they say
Happy New Year to you
But where is the merry and
Happy I once knew?

Now all the holidays
Are about bigger and better
Now they are crazy
And wilder and wetter.

Buy this gift new
Buy this gift for you
Buy this gift for him
Buy this one, too.

You bought this gift last year
Don't buy it again.
You regifted that one
Don't tell the Johnson's.

Gift cards can be cheezy and
Impersonal.
Handmade cards are much more
Appreciated.

Don't bother my spouse
He can be a louse
Don't bother anyone
In my house.

I'm a btch
It's a cinch
As I stitch
And I pinch.

So you won't get me Christmas
Because I'm a btch
But when you act like this
You say it's a cinch.

You treat us like dirt.
You harm and you hurt.
Don't care how you get it
Just get what you want.

You give out hatred
But expect love in return
Your world is upside down
No wonder you get burned.

Copyright From A Poet's Heart

11/24/14

Hate, anger,
Contempt and loathing.
They're all building up,
I feel like exploding.

I have no release.
I have no relief.
The water is rising,
The tide is coming in.

Losing space,
Losing ground,
Losing face,
All around.

I can't explain.
I can't deny.
I can't confirm.

Copyright From A Poet's Heart

I Hate, I Hate,
My son is 8.
The middle one's two
For this I knew

For two would
Not be long for he
In two short months
He would be three.

The oldest got
The best of me.
The little ones
The rest of me.

I hate I tried to
Close the gate
But stole the key
And made it free.

My anger has cost
Me everyone I know
My anger has lost
Me down below.

Who is this person
I've become?
Where is this woman
I no have become?

I do not like
Who I've become.
I do not like it
Not even some.

My mom married him
And divorced me
My dad now dates her
All his time spent with she.

This is the path
I thought I chose
That twist and turned
There caused me woes.

If life is a journey
With a lesson to learn,
Then why haven't I learned?
Why do I get burned?

12/26/14
Copyright From A Poet's Heart

I Hate, I Hate
My son is 8.
It hurts my mind.
My teeth I grind.

My stress is high,
My hopes are low,
My faith is less,
My life's a mess.

How did we go,
How did we grow,
From fiery love
To embers aglow?

One child is failing,
One child is climbing,
One child is tailing.

One wants nothing,
One wants everything.
One wants to be included,
The little one just wants love.

I knew, I knew
That Morgan was two.
I knew, I knew
The candles he blew.

His life has hate,
He knows not why.
His life's a mess,
He could care less.

He fails,
He steals,
We have to nail
The presents to the tree.

He steals the candy
He is demanding ...

Copyright From A Poet's Heart
12/17/14