Monday Post!

My husband is gone
For the 4th year in a row
Sure he gets time off
But that's for maybe a month
Then hes back overseas
See he is a Marine
And he's over there fighting
For America the land of the free
Just to make money
To send home to me

We have a son
Jameson
Because his name is James
And that is his son
He looks just like him
Wants to be like daddy
When he grows up
He already is fascinated by guns
But I don't want him to follow
In his fathers footsteps
And leave his wife alone
With his kid
To go fight in a war
That no one will know
Why it started
And when it may end
Just to pay the bills
Leaving behind his wife and kids

Sure we get phone calls
Every week
Daddy's emails helped
Him learn to read
He loves to talk to daddy
About what goes on in war
I try to tell Jameson
That war is a sensitive subject
That shouldn't be talked about
But he tries to convince me
That he is just preparing himself
To be just like his daddy
Getting ready now..
To go to war
But not before
He goes to basic training
To become an official Marine

My stomach hurts
When he brings becoming
A Marine up
Because I don't want my baby
To be out there
Getting shot at
And dodging bombs
I already have to worry
About my husband
Every night..
Not only do I pray for him
But I pray for Jameson
To forget his future dream
Maybe my husband
Can talk him out of it
When he comes home..
From this war
That took him away from us
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i am not easily guided
when i do not
ask to be led
i am stubborn
i like things my way

but heaven forbid
that i haven't a clue
i will call
the people i "talk" to most
and ask them
what shall i do?
i find it somewhat hard
to make a decision
without others input

if i plan on
being known
for what i do best
that means exposing
my flo..
further than here
and further than my notebooks
i will have to be edited
line breaks broke
someone else will HAVE
to give their input
altering my "babies"
and changing my works

i will have to come out
share my most important parts
expose the world
to my beating heart
my memoirs..
and my most intimate thoughts
breaking down the stigma
further than here
"Poetry Noir"
may be ready
but I don't know about me...

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So..I am going to school!!

I'm taking 18 credit hours..don't ask me why..but I am..I go to school everyday which I'm not too happy about..Gas is high, and the mileage is killing my truck...But nonetheless I am happy that I am getting closer to graduating. I have 12 more classes left..and however long it takes. I will finish!! I don't have any math this semester so I should be good.

Aesthetics
Writing for Digital Media
Research Methods
Writing for Mass media
Media and Culture
Media Studies....

A whole lot of writing..

I don't have any books so here is my plan. I hope it works until I get them or what not. I need to find a buddy. I'm guessing probably a boy. Girls hate too much.."Bitch please..fail".. I will convince him that I will do all of the reading and fill him in with great detail. But I need to be able to pick out the lazy boy who doesn't care. So wish me luck!! I don't have a plan B..this is all I got.