Category: Women Who Think to Much
The Milk Carton
Have you seen this child?
She was lost thirty-five years ago
She simply disappeared.
Her present status, I don’t know.
Should we put her on a milk carton
Or leave her to find herself?
Perhaps she is dead and buried or
Baking cookies with the Keebler elves.
Perhaps she dances with wild gypsies
Wild swirling dances that cover her defeat.
Are they bewitched by her radiance
Delighted by her naked madness,
Struck speechless by her insane
Howling beneath a winter’s moon?
The years have surely taken her
I don’t know where she went.
She used to live in my closet
Curled under the heater vent.
She was such a frightened girl
She seldom ventured out.
Could it be that she still exists
Although hidden from clear view?
You might catch a glimpse of her
When I smile at you.
Call her softly, do not shout.
She might dare to laugh…
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Butterflies kissed my face today…
Butterflies kissed my face today
They flittered and they fluttered
all through my hair.
They whispered do not give up
you are loved, you are loved
we are here
to tell you, you are loved.
So many butterflies
surrounded my shoulders
I laughed and I smiled
as I danced
through the grass
with butterflies around my feet.
I felt like a child
no longer older
my spirit so light.
I stayed outside and played
watching my sweet
butterflies in flight.
Butterflies kissed my face today.
Love is a garden~if you let it go it fades away before you know
I Don’t Believe You
Letting go of your hand
although you tell me
I cannot stand
unless you are by my side.
You mixed your lies…
truth, shaken and blended
to create a sweet disguise
under your mask I did not peek.
No, I will not behave.
No, I will not be quiet.
No, I will not be a slave
to lies I once believed.
Tell me this…
where is the woman
I used to know?
Where is she now
where did she go?
Trying to leave
you beg me to stay
weak in the head,
I must be, because
suitcases are unpacked
clothes are put away.
Breathing ain’t easy
when you’ve been
crushed by the muck.
Leaving is hard
but it’s the staying,
oh ya, it’s the staying
that sincerely sucks.
Say Something…
The past looms ever present, but this moment is God’s present to me. I won’t ignore my present by holding yesterday’s regrets in front of my eyes. I cannot change the past, but today, the present is mine. I will create good memories. I will hold this moment. I will laugh and I will play. I will live today, love me today, appreciate the people who love me today. I will share my present today. Tomorrow, I might take it back. Jeanne Marie
Tasting Free…
Like a caterpillar,
I shed my skin.
Peek out at freedom
flutter my wings
then try to crawl
back inside again.
The light’s too bright.
It’s gonna rain.
Will it hurt?
Where will I sleep?
I am afraid.
Will there be pain?
My wings I test.
Oh yes, they work!
I crash into myself
flying away from
a life that hurts.
My sister has flown solo
touching stars all night.
She helps me up
she dries my tears.
“You ARE a butterfly.
You have strong wings
and just like me,
you’ll be alright.”
Still, I bury the torn larva
under a weeping willow tree
just in case…I hate free.
My sister is glowing
as she whispers to me,
“You can’t climb back
inside your cocoon
once you have tasted free.
Spread your silly wings
my precious sister
and come touch
the stars with me.”
Jeanne Marie, 2014
Learn more about butterflies! http://www.enchantedlearning.com/subjects/butterfly/allabout/
Two…
Every evening two broken women
Stumbled down a lonesome road
Passing each other on their way home
Silent, not a single word was spoken
Strangers they might have stayed
But one night the wind was howling
The lightening was crackling white
The black thunder roared
The icy rain drops pelted the ground
Beneath an old bridge they huddled
Two broken women hunkered down
Waiting for the storm to pass their town.
Ten years later, under the Pink Trees…
Just one of my many miracles…
Several weeks ago my baby sister, Susanne, got in touch with me after ten years of silence. She said she needed me and I swallowed my pride, got on a plane and walked back into her life. It was the best choice that I have made in a long time, and thinking Pink helped me to make that choice. I spent two weeks with her, playing and laughing. She is now a firm believer in the power of thinking Pink.
Blue
Blue you seduced me with your
False promise of love and peace
Buried my face in your blossoms
Wiped my tears dry on your leaves
Saw past your dark corners
Focused on petals hinting of white
While you painted my soul bruised
Poisoned me with your blue seeds
Blue secrets you are so cruel.
Let’s make Pink Memories together
photo by Jeanne Marie/art by MichelleMarie
Let’s make Pink Memories together
I was talking to PINK Brenda when I said some about making memories with her kids and then I thought of this so she deserves the credit!
Even Purple is Pinking
I LOVE THIS!
Happy PINK Sunday to Pink Brenda @friendlyfairytales.com
photo by Jeanne Marie/art by MichelleMarie
Happy PINK Sunday to Pink Brenda friendlyfairytales.com
PINK BLING~Who loves BLING? WE dooooooooooooo)
photo by Jeanne Marie/art by MichelleMarie
PINK BLING~Who loves BLING? WE dooooooooooooo) I ❤ you BLING
Keep on Pinkin’
To know you~is to Love You & i doloveyou
I love you
I’m on a PINK binge!
sometimes I rest in Pink
I see your Pink heart
Pink hearts…
Art by MichelleMarie
I see your Pink heart
it’s not about the color
it’s about that fleshy Pink heart
I love it and I love you
come see us @michellemarie & jeanne marie
I had this dream~sweet dreams friends
Art by MichelleMarie
I had this dream~I think that’s just what I’ll do
good night sweet dreams
Angles surround you and keep you safe
till morning light, then wake up with smile
and your world is all so right
xo MM
Surround me with PINK
Get surrounded with PINK!
Splash Me Pink
PINK SPLASH? Don’t mind if I do!
Art by MichelleMarie
Splash Me Pink
This is where I go
I retreat and
Splash Me Pink
I need Courage UP my backbone~set me apart and free
Tremendous art and spectacular words from Michelle Marie…
Art by MichelleMarie
I need Courage UP my backbone~set me apart and Free
Another interpretation of JM’s song You set me Free! Wow!
I Won’t Give Up…
UPDATE! Jodie Lynne has been transferred from prison to a Transition House.
Free Smiles
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
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