Biography of Melanie Weeks
I'm NOT the sort of person I'd always wanted to be (easygoing, ALWAYS caring) . Close, but not so much. I'm random. Caring, loving, wanting to help one minute, short tempered, wanting to hit anyone who bugs me the next. I rarely hit people, when I do I regret it.
I have a daughter who is my life.
I love writing poems, short stories, and I am actually working one a book. Wish me Luck.
I love to paint. My style is is as funky and as random as I am. Since I can't draw all that well, My paintings tend to lean twords abstract.
I've recently discovered woodburning. Naturally, again, since i suck at drawing, the result's not really to my liking.
I love to dance, listen to all kinds of music (and I'm open for new music) . Music and dancing bring joy and happyness into my life. I tend to think the world would be a better place if people would just get up and move to music. Even dark themed music ends up making you feel.....lighter.
When I'm emotionally and mentally able, I like to listen to people. I like to try to read people's emotions. To see when they are truely happy or sad. To see if they are lieing or if they tell the truth. Little things are important to me.
I love roses, wolves, eagles, green and blue, and love. LOVE LOVE LOVE. I'm starting to think it's overrated. Sorta funny, coming from an almost hopeless romantic.
I love all things God created, I believe that's why I was made. I can't truely hate anyone for that simple fact, though I've tried. I can't strongly dislike someone, sure, but I'd still love them. Still sacrifice my being for them. Simple curse/gift of mine that I live with.
Melanie Kay Weeks
Melanie Weeks Poems
I believe in love, Just not for me. I believe in peace, But not for me.
Miss My Brother Already
Why do I cry Before he's even gone? He's just signed up. He always wanted to
Free and willing, Wind in her peddles, Rising and falling. The rose is calling,
A Broken Heart
A broken heart is hard to mend, As a bar of hate is hard to bend. To hate, To Love.
Douts And Lies
Douts and lies Tears for years You lied to me You hurt me
Your Texting And Driving
Curse my caring soul. I just don't want you to die. It doesn't matter that You've treated me like crap.
The cross, The dove, The message from above. The Lord is not a boss,
Ah, Here we go again.. Sweet Rejection Followed by depression.
Part of letdown is disappointment. Your get your hopes up. You expect thing that otherwise will never happen. A kiss that you've waited for years for,
I Forgave Myself
Sitting at home, Alone in my depresssion. I think of what I've learned In Sunday school today.
I want to be held in your arms, Laying my head on your chest. I wanna listen.
Fighting Desperation Hiding inside myself Living with all my pain
I Don'T Want To Hurt Anymore
I don't want to hurt anymore For something I did not do. I just wanted to help But they just shot me down.
Lack Of Peace
O, lack of peace beith my death. If tears of plently beith my wealth, Would not I be happy then? No, I would not.
In My Time Of Need
Don't make me go away...
Don't make my heart go to waste.
Don't let this pain
Go through my veins.
Don't let these tears
Go down my face.
Don't leave me stranded
On this lonely island.
Don't sail away