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Saturday, March 28, 2015

Sister's Keeper

Too many questions, Too many irritations. You are always on my back. I can't keep track. I can't relax with tea. Please leave me be. Am I my sister's keeper? Never! Don't ask me ever. -Therese Anne Schmidt- 28 March 2015 Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Ladybug

Ladybug, Ladybug, Please don't fly away. My heart is happy, when I give you a great big hug. Your kind heart and sweet soul makes my life a colorful, exciting, loving bouquet. My Ladybug. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Voice

Now I walk this life's path alone, Gentle and quiet, without a care. All of a sudden, a voice speaks my name. The voice of love long past on. Soft and low yet like a hand grabbing at my heart. We visit in my dreams, But myself I cannot stop, And to my knees I sink and sob. I still miss him. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Roses are red.

Roses be red And violets be blue. I do be dead, Because of you. No more life in lil ol' me. About them, You did nothing. I no longer breathe, Over this mayhem. Remember that my funeral is not open to you. You can be happy that I am gone, But it's not your right to bid me adieu. You thought of me as a pion. This was to be a safe place. I haven't known safety or peace. But you didn't provide what you promised, a safe, warm space. So what? You called the police. Now dirt covers my face. Gee, you... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Untitled Sister Poem

Untitled Sister Poem So you decided to act Like Aunt Mikki. Does it make YOU feel good? Like treating me Like Icky Mikki? Does not surprise me. You are exactly Like her. Unfortunately, It is not good Nor complimentary. You love screaming My shortcomings. I know those Are many. Start taking Your own Inventory. The list of Your ugly Shortcomings are Huge and diabolical. So, dear Michelle, Like Mikki, maybe I should Have nothing to do with you…. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

the untitled aunt mikki poem

What did I do to you? You seem to hate me so much too. You thought this place was So much better than the other. You repeated their lies. “They bent over backwards for you.” “Tom will call the sheriff if you Step foot on the property.” “The money was to go to them Right off the top But you changed that!” I told you, my sister, and My mother what was happening. At this assisted living facility. Mom has dementia. What is your excuse? You even had proof From my mental health professional. You knew... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

The Reaper

I have counted to three. Made my peace. The Reaper comes for me. No, I am not suicidal but I had suicidal thoughts a long time ago... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, December 21, 2012

My Avon website

Here's the link to my Avon Rep website, in case any of you wish ever to order anything at all. Avon always seems to have cool things. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Untitled Sonnet

For beauty’s pattern to succeeding men. How many lambs might the stern wolf betray, How careful was I when I took my way, Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide, these rebel powers that thee array Or you survive when I in earth am rotten, At my abuses reckon up their own: Her love, for whose dear love I rise and fall. How like Eves apple doth thy beauty grow, The vacant leaves thy minds imprint... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

To Theresa and Roy...

To Theresa and Roy, Thank you for your usual nasty, stinky, crabby selves. I wrote fabulous poetry because you two are evil elves. Too bad we can't keep both of you up on the shelves. Other people are to know what you are like. You proven that you are knuckle dragging and apelike. You aren't at all Christlike. You are out at the third strike. Roy, do you really think you are manlike? You can't be a man because you act like a tyke. Theresa, your disposition, behavior, and personality are... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

My friend, Rose, posted this on Facebook.

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Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Teach The Preach...

“Where is Joseph Smith in the Bible?” Joseph Smith wasn't born until December 23, 1805 “Do you know Satan and Jesus Christ are not brothers? Maybe you should be more factual. This Mormon woman has got to Teach the Preach. I am a Mormon, not a moron. You are a bigot, maybe you should try being A Christian. Then you can better lead your flock This Mormon woman has got to Teach the Preach. There is only One who judges. It is not you. ~Therese Anne Schmidt~ Tuesday, July 24, 2012 Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, November 23, 2012

"Untitled"

What have you done to me? A black cloud of darkness as thoughts darken. Once we enjoyed bliss, untainted and innocent, but your desire died. A dark morass of bitterness - emotions follow darkness, follow hate, love bled dry. In a torrent of vengeance, I still love you. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Phantom Pain

Around, all about, the mourners gather. My dread grows as the angry hand of Heaven falls against my heart. It wounds me, and darkly my blood drips to the wicked earth that is my prison. In unholy terror, I beg forgiveness while Death's shadow takes my hand. Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon uncaring eyes. This is my Hell. ~Therese Anne Schmidt~ © Therese Anne Schmidt Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

To be as she.

It is a night of dark desire, a song of death. Wolves vent their loneliness. The eternal stirs. Evil shrouds her brooding form, an everlasting life. Her midnight hair cascades pale and delicate shoulders, and her full blood red lips part slightly, to taste blood streaming from the flesh beneath her. Now a night of ecstasy, I remember her. ~Therese Anne Schmidt~ Wednesday, Sept.12, 2012 ©Therese Anne Schmidt Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

My Heart Lives On.

Pink elephants up on the roof, Purple raccoons play around my feet so bare. Baby blue caterpillars run rings about wrists and fingers so small. Kittens playfully goof across my lap. The stars and sky of midnight blue wrap around me Like a warm cozy blanket of dreamy security As I lay sleeping in my little bed. Upon a shelf sits a childhood of long gone dreams. Sugar and spice with everything nice. The snakes and snails wrapped up in puppy dog's tails, Sit a play chest of years gone by. From the... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Morning Breezes

Early summer morning, An open window With gentle sunlight shining. Birds singing Their beautiful lilting songs. Sweet breezes flowing through To play with my hair And softly caress my cheek Like a forbidden lover That would leave As I awoke On the morning breezes That brought him to me. Leaving me to only want more. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Night Walk

In my sleep, I walk the night. My arm stretched far to the right. Just beneath it, walks a child so bright. And like the Red Sea before Moses, It parts the night's darkness before me. Maybe the child leads my way To a place where I may find peace For myself and those who go with us. Before and after, above and below, Then in and out of this labyrinth That we call life and death, To walk with God in the grassy knolls Of the Universal Peace of Heaven. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Long Suffering Death.

Darkness falls all about me, Like blood from a gaping wound. Like a wretched galley slave, Here I am bound. There is no escape from This dark, damp dungeon, That is my eternal home. Happiness is not be had here. This is a prison of dank, foul smells That tears at my lungs, And tortures my weary heart, Mind, and soul. For this, it seems, it is all Too real. This is Maplewood Gardens. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

I am a bad girl in a Barbie World.

A scrawl on the wall. A nasty word. I doing it, it is absurd. Their story will be unfurled I am a bad girl in a Barbie World. A nasty, mean man who lives in Spokane With his ugly, filthy girlfriend, who he can't and won't defend. They always say that I always give them the Finger. Each of them is a brooder. I am innocent, No witnesses to prove me guilty. Their claim will have to be rebuilt. Their story will be unfurled. I am a bad girl in a Barbie World. Keys disappear. I am nowhere near. Who... Sign in to see full entry.

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