Poetry by Pam

In order to be victorious one must be receptive to everything good, hard, easy, and bad accepting the beauty of the challenging Stepping up the ante listening to your heart pursuing inventive goals inspired by more than art In order to be victorious failure is pleasing to the eye because most of all accomplishments come from training yourself to at least try

I imagine if I were to know the specific date of my death that i'd enter a race not caring about the outcome but giving it my best anyway i'd not care who heard me sing or who liked me or who didn't i'd protest and be heard i'd relax and enjoy i'd Exist and redefine the meaning of existence But most importantly i'd want to remember the smell of fresh roses so i'd plant an entire rose garden and dedicate it to life itself

2000 years from now I want you to understand the meaning of life and find a cure for terminal illness don't let me find you in the same spot by the door or i'll wag my index finger and shake my head and talk about you mercilessly because you didn't accomplish what i'd set out to do 2000 years ago.

It wasn't me; it was the dress that punished men giving them just enough to look at but not enough to enjoy. The character flaws in the lace weren't enough to prevent the intent of dissatisfaction. They still pursued. Still attracted to the dress that showed just enough to entice but not enough to invite. It wasn't me; I insist it was the dress because had it been me, they would have known that I couldn't tolerate their suggestiveness. But I refuse to limit my outer appearance to tame them. They'll just have to accept no for an answer.

The day sought to compromise her perfectionist tendencies. Little piles would build serving as constant reminders of her flaws. Comprehension refused to support such acts of disregard. Once again, her entropic desires prevailed compelling her to deny the signs of a never-ending cycle which should have registered failure; instead, it issued a challenge that she could not refuse. She began to walk through the existing barriers with a single rake revealing the beauty of accomplishment.

Posthumously, I enjoyed you more than when you were living because you left behind a different side that I never saw I actually loved that side Your memory gave me a deeper satisfaction than when you were here. I'm less lonely now. I didn't know you at all yet I know you now.

I'll write as long as I have to to get my point across You need to understand that this place will cease to exist and decisions will need to be made time, times, and half a time will come soon be ready the next 9/11 could include you

When the devil offers you something it's not a gift it's bait and the very thing you thought you loved will turn into something you hate be careful what you wish for you just might get it, and fate will suggest it won't take long for you to admit it was a mistake