Traveling Gypsy Thoughts

A place where a traveling gypsy and her pup share their thoughts and adventures to spread good throughout the word. One Smile at a time! #bytm

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Friendship.

We meet, and it felt like all the worlds said yes this was meant to be.

A few years go on and it still feels like the best thing ever. All day, every day, all the minutes in the day were with you and it was the missing puzzle I needed.

Years go on, you mature, I loved and matured. The minutes were less.

Reconnected, and the days and weeks without nothing felt like nothing the moment we speak.

Another move, and it starts to change, more minutes, but that’s not what I need or want.

However, I feel compelled to appease.

Months later

It’s more, more, more, and even more... appeasing.

I need time, space to BREATHE!

Still appeasing

Why didn’t I stop it? Oh that’s right I felt responsible.

BUT, it’s not on me to make you happy. No it has always been on you.

You aren’t happy with yourself and make others suffer for it when they can’t meet you needs.

I stood my ground and you don’t like. Not my damn fault!

It will forever hurt me more than it hurts you.

Bye babe 😘

-TM

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Happiness

Happiness is something hard to put into words when asked to explain what is causing it.

It’s the gleeful glisten in your eyes that brings a smile that brightens my world.

The warmth of your eyes giving me a hug; knowing full well I’m coming in for one.

No it’s the way you look at me and chuckle all to say that I’m cute or precious.

Oh the way you tell me no baby you sit there and relax I got this, even when you have worked harder than me that day.

The world I have entered is one that I never knew existed. It was one I had read in books or saw in the movies. A world I would never be part of until you gave me the key to that door.

No, none of this can express the true happiness I feel and what causes it, because there isn’t enough lifetimes to voice the reasons for this happiness.

So instead until the day I die I will try to tell you how happy you make me.

-TM

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Stuck.

Right there in between

Stuck

Between the dog and the cat and you

Can’t move hardly can’t change my breathing

It doesn’t matter how my body feels

All that matters is when I wake next to you

I just want to be stuck

In between you

The dog

The cat

And our love.

-TM

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Demons.

My demons are smarter than most

They know when to rear their heads

When to stay low and not be seen

They even know when they are being caged up to no longer cause harm or chaos

But

They always find their ways out it just is a matter of time

Then it’s a wave of dark that comes crashing down

Breathing becomes harder

Swimming isn’t an option

Gasping and reaching out to the dark

Only to be picked up by a demon with no light in sight

But

This time there is light and it is stronger than these demons.

-TM

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Vickie

You taught me of kindness.

You taught me of love.

You taught me of humor.

You taught me of peace.

I will never forget our moments of laughter, from side bar comments and true poking of fun at the family.

The both of you taught me of what love will endure, and the beauty of simplicity of life.

There isn’t a memory I recall that doesn’t have you both laced in it.

The strength I have is woven from my family and you are key part of that.

I will forever feel your warmth from the lessons I have leaned.

If I were to have a daughter one day I hope she would be the strong-willed, smart, independent women, that I was raised to be from the women of our family who raised me.

I love you forever and like you always!

-TM

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Ocean.

Take me to the ocean. I want to know the feeling, of being in the presence of great power, that is capable of taking life away.

Where it’s waves pull you in, such as a lullaby your mother would sing,

At the spot, that you first knew that you were insignificant, and you’re problems, fears, and anxieties disappeared for the moment, and you felt true inner nirvana.

Give me the details; every breath and step of when you experienced the magnitude of the ocean and its waves on how it made you realize how short life truly is.

I ask these of you because I want you to learn about these important life moments years and ages before I had as I won’t be able to aid you in them when you reach these milestones.

This is why I take you to the ocean.

-TM

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“If you’re tired of kissing me I’d better go.”

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Write a Letter.

Write a letter to me

and tell me what you did today; who you saw, what you ate, the weather, that bird that startled you.

Write a letter to me

Sharing the dark thoughts that cross your mind; the ones that you fear if someone knew about they’d think of you differently.

Write a letter to me

Telling me your favorite parts of your wedding day; the part we’re you almost ran, when you took your first kiss, when uncle bill made his speech (you hoped he wouldn’t).

Write a letter to me

Even if it just one line or one word.

Write a letter to me

Describing in detail every part of your sweet baby boy; his height, weight, his first cry, when he opens his eyes, and when he first smiled at you.

Write a letter to me

So when we meet again it will be as though time hadn’t passed and I will be able to tell you how proud I am of all you have overcome and achieved. Our time may have been cut short, but I will forever be your number one supporter - even far away.

-TM

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Teeter-Totter

These voices and demons inside my head are screaming at me. They play with my emotions like a teeter-totter; up and down, up and down, I’m up, I’m down. Will they ever give me the peace I seek? The peace I have for moments only to ruin it all with one text, one call, one second of weakness. All to end up back on this marry-go-round of life. Take them away, rid me of this game.

-TM

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Mask.

If only I could share with you what it is I see inside of you.

Then you could see the beauty that shines through the mask you put on every morning.

-TM

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Golden Rule.

Treat others as you want to be treated. The golden rule we have been told for ages, and as we get older it always seems to get harder and harder to stick to.

You get hurt.

Become jaded.

Your scars become harder to hide. You start to withdraw from others. Holding your thoughts in, not to speak of the truth within.

Treating others how you want to be treated turns into questions on how you treat others. Working harder to be a better you; treating them with compassion and love. The two things you never give yourself. All to question why you hurt, you get hurt, and your worth.

Baby girl, pull your heart off your sleeve put it into witness protection and never let anyone find it. You will rise above without a heart for them to break.

-TM

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Here is to.

Here is to the want.

Here is to the lust.

Here is to the “I know she will support me”

Here is to the she will understand

Here is to the why did she leave me?

Here is to the it was on her for leaving me.

Here is to the she will be heart broken over wanting you to be the best you could be.

Here is to her wanting nothing but the world for you.

Here to her learning that you were nothing.

Here is to her crying over you.

Here is to her knowing That you where only worth half those tears.

Here is her not being able to shed a tear for your sorry ass.

-TM

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Book Recommendation: No One Ever Asked by Katie Ganshert

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[bytm11]

Chill.

The chill bit into her cheeks ever so softly to not leave a harsh mark as she walked down the path again.

She had made this walk many times before, she could no has done this walk with her eyes closed with tears streaming down her face.

She knew better than to do this, she knew better to not open these doors again, she knew what the outcome would be, nothing ever changes, but her heart doesn’t know how to stop.

No matter how many times it break and shatters.

The wind swooshed up and kissed her forehead; as if knowing the pain that would come again for a safe travel back.

Stopped in front of the door, red with so many scars and disfigurement, shaking, hardly able to stand, she turned the knob and pulled the door slightly before falling through the hole again - thinking; maybe love won’t hurt as badly this time.

-TM

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Crimson.

Looking all around no light.

Running in all directions only to find the dense dark misty fog hardly lit by the crescent moon;

Turning to find black in the water that used to wake;

Crimson In the glass that once washed away;

Had it all seeped out, finally able to taunt in the day.

Day the only time where safety felt real.

Where did the light and safety go?

- TM