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Gastritis is a medical term for inflammation of the lining of the stomach. It means that white blood cells move into the wall of the stomach as a response to some type of injury. G...
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Wednesday November 25, 2009
Poem/Artistic Stories
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I am becoming all sentimental... bare with men....
I Will Not Die an Unlived Life, Dawna Markova
I will not die an unlived life
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I cho...
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The Maskby Lana
A mask of plastic happiness often covers her sadness
Her beliefs hidden from most
Afraid of, but willing to face the unknown
Wondering where her place is in this life
She has come close to sharing herself
Never completely revealing anything to anyone
Feelings of invisible chains corner her
When she dreams, reality shatters before her very eyes
Accomplishments she strives for just at ...2 Recommendations3 Comments -
Balance
When you find yourself teetering too far in one direction, bring some balance back into your life. Balance your work time with playtime. Balance your butterflying with quiet, uninterrupted periods of solitude. If you've been giving too much, let everyone know you're ready to recieve. Balance your diet. Too much of any one thing-no matter how good-can never be good. If you've be...1 Recommendation4 Comments -
Bargain
Don't ever consider paying retail. Offer five to start, and expect to pay three by the time you're done. All right, settle fo four. Prowl through consignment shops and thrift shops and upscale second-hand shops. Ask for a 25 percent discount because the button is falling off. Alright, settle for 15 percent. Offer ninety-nine cents for that last piece of pie, the one with the broken...1 Recommendation3 Comments -
Be
Remeber that life is in the being, not the doing. Be every bit of everything that you are. Be tough, be soft, be dramatic, be subdued. Be a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Be the one who always shows up on time or be the one who lives according to her own inner clock. Be the one who never forgets a detail or be the one who never remembers. Be happy when you feel like it and be sad ...1 Recommendation2 Comments -
Unseen Friendby LanaAlthough you are a friend of mine
and letters we exchange,
I wouldn't know you on the street,
and doesn't that seem strange?
You hold a place within my life,
unusual and unique;
We share ideals and special dreams,
and still, we do not speak.
I picture what I think you are,
perhaps you picture me.
An intriguing game for both of us
for someone we can't see.
So for this fri...2 Recommendations1 Comment -
Belong
Find something you can belong to. A pack of wolves just like you. A coven. A circle of women who get together to quilt & talk. A professional net working group. A softball team. A choir that sings Bulgarian chants. Belong to a group of people who are sharing something-a love of Beethoven, a keen fascinations with bats. A deep connection to Renalssance Europe. Find a group you can call y...2 Recommendations2 Comments -
There comes a point in your life when you realize
who matters,
who never did,
who won't anymore...
and who always will.
So, don't worry about people from your past,
there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future1 Recommendation2 Comments -
I wrote three poems last night and thought I'd share them.
Defected
I am defected,
Different,
Incapable
Of ordinary tasks.
I can't cry.
I attended the viewing,
Funeral,
And burial
Of someone I'd grown up with.
I was completely
Devoid
Of tears.
I have flashbacks,
Horrible ones,
With tremendous pain.
My eyes are dry as a desert.
Nightmares
That I wake from,
Screaming,
Don't call up a...1 Recommendation4 Comments -
All three of these I wrote three years ago.
The Lone Tree
a tree
stands alone
on almost barren ground.
the tree
tries
to be strong
but won't last
forever.
hail and stinging sleet
assault it,
rains pound it,
the sun constantly
looking down
on it.
when lightning strikes,
it bursts into flames,
each time leaving it
a little
worse off.
under this abuse,
its branches get broken,
its being burnt.
it's been burned time...1 Recommendation3 Comments
