tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57539537094575025262012-02-16T18:48:57.108-08:00popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753953709457502526.post-30350601444883837932008-08-01T00:31:00.000-07:002008-08-01T00:37:50.377-07:00It's amazing what pictures<br />what sounds<br />what motions and actions<br />run through my mind...<br /><br />No one can see<br />No one can tell<br />Not even I.<br /><br />I'm busy making cookie dough<br />I'm cleaning up the mess<br />I'm busy washing dishes<br />And what's running through my head...<br /><br />Last images<br />Last cries<br />My sister's shouts for Daddy<br />are echoing through my mind...<br /><br />But who can tell<br />And should they?...<br />Should I just let me be...<br />Who can tell that I'm still there<br />in my grief and misery...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753953709457502526-3035060144488383793?l=icanfeelyoubreathe-popi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753953709457502526.post-1779961788300532072008-06-12T12:29:00.000-07:002008-06-12T12:32:33.706-07:00Drained<br />Shatterred<br />I'm weak<br /><br />Cried-out<br />Cried-in<br />I have no energy to speak<br /><br />Closed-off<br />Tired<br />Shocked-still<br />Frightened<br />Confused<br />Dreamy<br />Awake<br />Sleepy...<br /><br />Numb.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753953709457502526-177996178830053207?l=icanfeelyoubreathe-popi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753953709457502526.post-33720617668407494482008-06-01T14:50:00.001-07:002008-06-01T14:50:16.065-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/oqcY-ht9Ypo' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/oqcY-ht9Ypo'/></object></p><p>Return again<br />Return again<br />Return to the land of your soul<br />Return to who you are<br />Return to what you are<br />Return to where you were born and reborn again<br />Relive the joy of your fathers before you<br />Who lived with the song of their lord,<br />on their lip stays...<br /><br /><br /></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753953709457502526-3372061766840749448?l=icanfeelyoubreathe-popi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753953709457502526.post-37534767512941241162008-06-01T13:51:00.000-07:002008-06-01T13:57:22.432-07:00I long to dream of him<br />I long to sense his being<br />I crave for words<br />I crave for love<br />I crave for him<br /><br />One night I sensed him<br />One night I felt him<br />I wasn't dreaming<br />I wasn't sleeping<br />I was between two worlds...<br /><br />I felt a hand on my shoulder and...<br />As I opened my startled eyes<br />I watched the memorial candle before me dance and shine...<br /><br />Wonder if you will...<br /><br />I believe you mom<br />Daddy must miss you<br />I believe you mom<br />Even if you don't<br />Daddy cares for you<br />He protects<br />Daddy aches for you<br />He longs for your embrace.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753953709457502526-3753476751294124116?l=icanfeelyoubreathe-popi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753953709457502526.post-11656483594882321282008-05-15T08:01:00.000-07:002008-05-15T08:16:19.645-07:00Today<br />a woman<br />who I have no contact with<br />who I haven't seen in years<br />recalled her dream to me...<br /><br />She dreamt that she was in a party<br />In honor of my dad<br />He was playing on a guitar<br />and singing,<br />he was pleased and calm<br />The party took place for a reason-she said<br />in broken words she uttered<br />"one of you were supposed to die...<br />Your dad saved one of you..."<br /><br />I then began the questioning,<br />"How was my mom?"- she looked worried<br />"How did you know the reason for the party?"- I felt it<br /><br />She had no idea about my own dream<br />She had no idea of what I had seen<br /><br />She told my mom- who is as bewildered as me<br />She told my mom the dream- it didn't set her free...<br /><br />Today<br />I spoke to a woman<br />Who I have no contact with<br />Who I haven't seen in years...<br />a woman<br />thousands of miles away<br />a woman<br />who had a dream<br />so close to my thoughts<br />It makes me wonder...<br />It makes me smile...<br />It makes me sad...<br />It makes me cry...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753953709457502526-1165648359488232128?l=icanfeelyoubreathe-popi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753953709457502526.post-49706115431522245312008-05-14T07:25:00.000-07:002008-05-14T07:34:28.793-07:00Today I pondered on last thoughts...<br />last images and memories<br />never to be experienced again.<br /><br />Today I pondered on my Dad's last moments,<br />In sixty seconds how many pictures can you conjure up,<br />and did the fear of the unknown get in the way?<br /><br />Today I tried to ponder his thoughts...<br /><br />And I'm still trying<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753953709457502526-4970611543152224531?l=icanfeelyoubreathe-popi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753953709457502526.post-41147646992220788002008-05-06T20:50:00.000-07:002008-05-07T04:30:10.173-07:00I was driving with my husband,<br />I remember it clearly...<br />We were talking, all was the same...<br /><br />I turned the corner<br />It was above the sea<br />I remember the feeling as I missed the road<br />"This can't really be- you and your husband are about to die,<br />Crash down and fall... "<br /><br />I remember the feeling<br />It sends chills down my spine<br />Slowly falling<br />Feeling the rush<br />Holding onto the steering wheel<br /><br />I call my husband<br />My voice hardly gets through<br />I call him by his name<br />Panick-stricken...<br />I hear him tell me something<br />"Op..."<br />He tells me to open the windows<br />I reach for the button- It won't help<br />We are about to die<br />That's it<br />Goodbye World<br />Goodbye Son<br />I can't believe this is happenning<br />All because I mistook the turn...<br />And then I wake<br /><br />And straight away I feel my dad<br />I'm ridiculous I know...<br />But he saved me<br />He gave his own life instead<br />Somehow he knew<br />And he sacrificed...<br /><br />I must sound egotistical for sure<br />but I need an answer for the statement<br />"All things happen for a reason"<br />So, last night when I woke from my dream<br />I found my reason.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753953709457502526-4114764699222078800?l=icanfeelyoubreathe-popi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753953709457502526.post-90856806507294838802008-05-05T14:33:00.000-07:002008-05-07T08:40:41.486-07:00We don't talk about it-<br />Why bother<br />We dont cry about it-<br />At least not to each other<br />We don't talk about it-<br />We're afraid...<br />We don't cry about it-<br />We defend and protect...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753953709457502526-9085680650729483880?l=icanfeelyoubreathe-popi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753953709457502526.post-36868369223060043772008-05-01T11:11:00.000-07:002008-05-01T11:18:19.376-07:00When my tears finally crawl through they come strong....<br />they come boundless<br />they come with passion<br />they come from within<br />they hold nothing back<br />they are free<br /><br />When my tears finally creep their way into my mourning eyes<br />I am glad<br />I feel relieved<br />I feel at peace with my sorrow<br />and I sob...<br /><br />I sob for the little girl who feels scared<br />I sob for the young woman who longs for the protection of her dad<br />I sob from within<br />I sob for just me...<br /><br />I am glad for my tears<br />They comfort me in knowing that I still feel<br />So Please...<br />Don't interupt me<br />Just let me be<br />I'm comfortable to be in my grief<br />I need these tears for me...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753953709457502526-3686836922306004377?l=icanfeelyoubreathe-popi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753953709457502526.post-11441174458034761902008-04-17T21:28:00.000-07:002008-04-17T21:37:33.585-07:00How my mornings have changed,<br />How my thoughts have changed ways,<br /><br />A new day has come<br />A new venture to conquer<br />but how can I face the world when my mornings have shut their glory at me?<br /><br />How my mornings have changed,<br />How this death has changed its ways<br /><br />A new day has come<br />And again I feel numb<br /><br />The first thought<br />The first realization<br />The first idea that crosses my mind<br />before I even have a chance to open my tightly shut eyes...<br />is of loss<br /><br />And then you wonder why I'm moody<br />And why I tumble and fall<br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">You</span></strong> try to wake each morning with the understanding of it all...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753953709457502526-1144117445803476190?l=icanfeelyoubreathe-popi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753953709457502526.post-44994110535140733432008-04-16T22:07:00.000-07:002008-04-16T22:17:44.035-07:00Who will tell me he's proud of me for the way I raise my son?<br />Who will sense that all is not right in my challenging,at times, life?<br />Who will tell me not to worry and that all is under control?<br />Who will hug me and whisper in my ear that I am worthy and strong?<br />Who will take joy in the cakes that I bake?<br />Who will call me on Fridays just the way you had?<br />Who will call me sweetie and make me feel forever young?<br />Who will laugh and wink at me at the jokes that are now left behind?<br />Who will make all the efforts to make sure I live well?<br />Who will teach me through his actions how to be humane?<br />Who will I call Daddy and who will hold my hand?<br />Who?<br />Who?<br />Who?<br />A thousand times adieu...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753953709457502526-4499411053514073343?l=icanfeelyoubreathe-popi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753953709457502526.post-82440782279058439052008-04-16T10:08:00.000-07:002008-04-16T10:18:35.065-07:00She sinks and she drowns<br />She lets the pain consume her<br />She drowns in her sorrow<br />And releases the bitter tears<br /><br />She sinks and she falls<br />How the hell is she supposed to manage it all?<br />She is together<br />She is alone<br />She is slowly seperating from the other half of her soul<br /><br />She was strong<br />She was power<br />She was soft<br />She was the mother<br /><br />She is weak<br />She is broken<br />She is shattered<br />I feel her hollow...<br /><br />She is mother<br />She always will be<br />But now the roles have turned<br />There is a new duty<br /><br />She sinks in her sorrow<br />Gives in to the sadness<br />Gives in to the shock<br />and drowns...<br /><br />She is mother<br />I am daughter<br />She is power<br />I must grow stronger<br />She is mother<br />I am weak<br />She is mother<br />I must seek...<br />The roles have turned<br />The tide has come<br />Wipe your tears away<br />My time has come...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753953709457502526-8244078227905843905?l=icanfeelyoubreathe-popi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753953709457502526.post-37570345493493860472008-04-14T07:16:00.000-07:002008-04-14T07:26:56.336-07:00Sometimes I forget<br />and I laugh<br />amd I chit chat with my friends<br /><br />Sometimes I forget<br />and I wait for my dad to call<br />and see his face<br /><br />Sometimes I forget<br />for minutes and minutes<br />and then I feel so bad<br /><br />How can you just be?<br />I ask myself at times<br />How can you continue?<br />When you tend to be so blind<br /><br />Sometimes I forget<br />and then I call my mom<br />Always when I hear her<br />I breakdown and cry<br /><br />Sometimes I forget<br />But Most of the time I don't<br />Sometimes my mind just simply will not<br />let me take it all in and cope<br /><br />Sometimes I wipe my tears and look at them...<br />so clear<br />so small<br />so don't belong to me at all<br /><br />Sometimes I want to say Daddy once more<br />without it being part of a conversation I shouldn't have to endure<br />Sometimes I want to say Daddy once again<br />And you will answer and take this horrid pain away.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753953709457502526-3757034549349386047?l=icanfeelyoubreathe-popi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753953709457502526.post-27819483692173161312008-04-13T02:04:00.000-07:002008-04-13T02:06:39.273-07:00I'm running,<br />I'm crying,<br />but no one can tell;<br /><br />I'm hittng and screaming<br />at the pain that I feel.<br /><br />My dry eyes, my posture<br />hide it all well,<br />but watch me,<br />I'm falling<br />Wake me up from this spell.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753953709457502526-2781948369217316131?l=icanfeelyoubreathe-popi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753953709457502526.post-29649629684265871992008-04-13T02:02:00.000-07:002008-04-13T02:04:32.112-07:00This thread that I hang on is slipping away,<br />This face that I live by will one day fade,<br />Your smell and your being is all that I crave,<br />But, G-d knows, that now is my time to be brave...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753953709457502526-2964962968426587199?l=icanfeelyoubreathe-popi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753953709457502526.post-33277269141112553112008-03-28T07:07:00.000-07:002008-03-28T07:13:26.244-07:00There are different cries<br />They possess no lies<br />I can feel them come<br />I can see them hide.<br /><br />There are different cries<br />Some are loud<br />They tend to fright<br />Some are silenced by the ones who hide.<br /><br />There are different cries<br />They have no definite times<br />They hit you at night<br />They crawl through the light.<br /><br />There are different cries<br />They are spread throughout<br />They belong to all<br />They unite and divide.<br /><br />There are different cries<br />Some I handle<br />Some I bite<br />They are rare and far between<br />They are mine<br />They have a shield.<br /><br />There are different cries<br />I can no longer lie<br />To my soul<br />To my heart<br />To the one who left me behind...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753953709457502526-3327726914111255311?l=icanfeelyoubreathe-popi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753953709457502526.post-39154214447724739832008-03-27T12:28:00.000-07:002008-03-27T12:32:39.546-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">I refuse to say goodbye to a rock</span><br /> to a stone<br /> to a man-made structure<br /><br />I refuse to kiss a rock, a stone, a cold heartless block<br /><br />I refuse and I won't<br />I refuse and I long...<br />I long to hug<br />I long to hear<br />I long to smell<br />without a fear<br />I long to be-<br />just me...<br />daddy's girl.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753953709457502526-3915421444772473983?l=icanfeelyoubreathe-popi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753953709457502526.post-12605688626890073282008-03-27T06:06:00.000-07:002008-03-27T06:14:17.228-07:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">If you'll fall now, it's okay</span><br />Daddy will catch you<br />He's not so far away<br /><br />If you'll fall now, don't have fear<br />We will survive<br />But we'll miss you my dear<br /><br />But; if you choose to stay, Stay...<br />Stay strong<br />Stay true<br />Stay me<br />Stay you<br /><br />If you choose to stay<br />I promise I'll be<br />Your shoulder<br />Your daughter<br />...You'll see<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753953709457502526-1260568862689007328?l=icanfeelyoubreathe-popi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>popihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09010456787645233158noreply@blogger.com0