#weird writting

[sac-ro]

jealous

I'm so jealous of her. She's pretty, she has a small belly and her body is something I can only wish for. She has the face of an angel and you don't even notice her pimples.

She's kind and funny, she tries being understanding but even if she isn't you can't be mad at her for trying.

She's there for me; like a good friend and I hate her for that. I hate the fact I can't hate her. I hate that she's everything I aspire to be. I hate that she's so supportive.

I hate that I can't accept myself. I hate that she doesn't accept herself. I hate that she thinks she's not pretty, because she is stunning.

I hate that she likes me for who I am. I wish we weren't friends so I could be jealous of her in peace. No guilt, just jealousy.

I'm so jealous of my best friend that I just hate myself more for it. I'm nothing but a jealous, ugly, disgusting creature with the shell of a kind and understanding person with sass.

I'm jealous because she can openly talks about her problems. I'm jealous because the most talking about my problems is just the cup being overfilled while she takes it and pours them out.

I'm so jealous I can't be her.

[wordwrangling]

Difficult are words of god

Who doesnt understand their godhood

The being of bogs and marshes

That just cares what they get for food

Will pray to one wielding the rod

The witch cares for them

She is not seen

Her herbs grow everywhere where her love

cannot be see

The one with godhood

Wishes to see

Where her wisdom

Came from to be

They struggle and fight

God of hunt is showing their might

Witch begs and sobs

For her power is of love and caring

Not of witchcraft and curse

They do not see

Feel like she must be the one worse

Young god

Knows no bounds

Righteous and brave

Knows no what is right or wrong

Just that they are a god

Witches death

Drenched the land in blood

Then came the flood

All for a foolish choice

Of someone with power

Stepping on one who had none

She became a goddess

For she cared more then they knew

She was never seen and always blamed

But in her eyes there never was any hate

She became goddess of poor, hungry, fools

Those were her people who needed love More than those powerful tools

And of god of hunt?

They knew of their mistake

And they held on to his hate

Not for her

but for those who send them

on path most foul

They lived as a god of hunt

for they hunted all who betrayed

those who hurt others

they were watching and helping

so no other

would do as they did

[x23-gray]

January 4, 2016

Early morning has always been my favorite time of day. When the kids were babies, I was the one up with them, letting Juliette get some rest. Once Emme went from infant to toddler I spent most mornings alone. A few mornings were spent with one cranky toddler or preschooler every now and then. I am just finishing pouring the last green juice when I hear soft footsteps coming down the stairs. My favorite mornings had always been the alone time with one of the kids, even when they were fussy. As it turns out having my mornings invaded by my preteen and teenage kids is so much better. "Morning Mom." Avery greeted as he stepped into the kitchen. "Running sucks." Noah signed as he walked in behind Avery. "Good morning my loves." I signed and spoke. "Can I quit?" Kye asked as he sleepily stepped into the kitchen. "Tomorrow morning, you know the rules." I answered as I handed him his bottle of juice.