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RAINING INSIDE
The rain from the sky is beating down on the sidewalks. All of the heartache from inside is streaming down my cheeks. It's raining inside again. Get out the umbrella and kleenex. The wind is blowing outside and a storm brewing inside. The dark clouds are going away. Foolish heart let the sun in and look at the rainbow and thank God you're alive.
By Bonnie Gail Carter
By Bonnie Gail Carter
THIS CAN'T BE LOVE
My self confidence was gone with piercing words and rain. My dreams were destroyed when her phone calls came.You was a wife batterer and you tried to kill your unborn child. Three years of hell and a lifetime of torture remains. There's no need for revenge. You'll eat your guts out with sour whiskey and warm beer, smell of stink cause you won't take a shower for a week; you'll spend every dime on booze and won't buy any food. You'll wreck your car instead of mine and pass out where you lay and your bills won't be on time. What you did was a crime.
By Bonnie Gail Carter
By Bonnie Gail Carter
Sunday, November 28, 2010
AFTER THE SHOCK
After the shock they've blocked my emotions. There's no more love, no more caring and no more compassion. My heart goes on beating. My eyes can no longer read. They left me with cold, hard facts.
Say tears and they shrug. What is a hug. My grave was dug. I didn't even know my name. They
put me to shame and left me with all of the blame.
By Bonnie Gail Carter
Say tears and they shrug. What is a hug. My grave was dug. I didn't even know my name. They
put me to shame and left me with all of the blame.
By Bonnie Gail Carter
THE PRISONER IN GRADE SCHOOL
She feels rejected, unloved, and unwanted. She feels like she's being punished for something. She has parents that are divorced and she loves them very much. She wants to be with them more than living. The fantasy of her family being together again is her only happiness. She cries a lot and prays to her God a lot. For three long years she clung to the fence while serving her time. Her only crime was having no one who cared enough to parole her into loving arms and out of the orphanage. She's no longer a child but she still feels the presence of the fence. Her hands are clinging, clinging to the fear within. But like then no one hears her because the fear inside her is tearing at her, destroying her. Like then there is no key to the gate.
By Bonnie Gail Carter
By Bonnie Gail Carter
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
MUSIC and more MUSIC and POETRY by BONNIE GAIL CARTER
TURNING POINT
Softly, warmly hurting me by teaching unknown feelings; Bringing out the person I used to be before fear
imprisoned me. Freeing me for only a short time, then dissolving trust in love with the mention of another.
I found myself running back to something familiar for security to erase what our time together had taught
me.Only what was once familiar seemed strange because I had changed.
By Bonnie Gail Carter
Softly, warmly hurting me by teaching unknown feelings; Bringing out the person I used to be before fear
imprisoned me. Freeing me for only a short time, then dissolving trust in love with the mention of another.
I found myself running back to something familiar for security to erase what our time together had taught
me.Only what was once familiar seemed strange because I had changed.
By Bonnie Gail Carter
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Bonnie Gail Carter: MY PRAYERS ARE HEARD
Bonnie Gail Carter: MY PRAYERS ARE HEARD: "When I couldn't see beyond this world, when I was falling down the black hole, I called out your name and you came. You are greater than any..."
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
MY PRAYERS ARE HEARD
When I couldn't see beyond this world, when I was falling down the black hole, I called out your name and you came. You are greater than any black crater. The depth of your love fills my soul and shot me out of that black hole. Your grace fills my soul, your mercy abounds, your armor surrounds me and my prayers are heard. Thank God for the Word.
By Bonnie Gail Carter
THE CHILL TURNED WARM
Place your hate in the pantry on the shelf. Label it memories of years gone by and store it. Remove the wine saved by time. Dust the bottle until it looks new. The color is more vibrant and the taste, it was worth the wait. The bitter was replaced with a taste to savor. On the shelf you will find the love stored all this time. Label the empty space, filled with happiness and close the door. The chill turned warm
By Bonnie Gail Carter
By Bonnie Gail Carter
THE CHILL TURNED WARM
Place your hate in the pantry on the shelf. Label it memories of years gone by and store it. Remove the wine saved by time. Dust the bottle until it looks new. The color is more vibrant and the taste, it was worth the wait. The bitter was replaced with a taste to savor. On the shelf you will find the love stored all this time. Label the empty space, filled with happiness and close the door. The chill turned warm
By Bonnie Gail Carter
Monday, November 22, 2010
Bonnie Gail Carter: THE FLAME by Bonnie Gail Carter
Bonnie Gail Carter: THE FLAME by Bonnie Gail Carter: "I lit a candle tonight then I lit another bright. The flame is strong like my love for you. The wick is like the foundation of my heart. The..."
THE FLAME by Bonnie Gail Carter
I lit a candle tonight then I lit another bright. The flame is strong like my love for you. The wick is like the foundation of my heart. The melted wax surrounds it like feeling your arms around me. As the flame burns you take my breath away. The well of wax sinks deeper like my feelings for you. As the candle changes shape so does our relationship. Over the years we developed a lasting friendship. The flame never goes out.
SOUL SEARCHING
Emotionally exhausted, drained of all my strength; my weakness of thought pouring out on paper. There's nothing else left but trying to feel alive by forcing my hand wanting to feel but losing it to a surging defeat through out. How deep this depression is to have such dreadful thoughts. Can life be so damnable to take a soul and cast it adrift, to float endlessly, indefinetly never to be calm or tranquil? Where is this soul that once had a home trying to escape to----------or is it soul searching?
By Bonnie Gail Carter at carterbonnie440@yahoo.com
SOUL SEARCHING
Emotionally exhausted, drained of all my strength; my weakness of thought pouring out on paper. There's nothing else left but trying to feel alive by forcing my hand wanting to feel but losing it to a surging defeat through out. How deep this depression is to have such dreadful thoughts. Can life be so damnable to take a soul and cast it adrift, to float endlessly, indefinetly never to be calm or tranquil? Where is this soul that once had a home trying to escape to----------or is it soul searching?
By Bonnie Gail Carter at carterbonnie440@yahoo.com
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