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Wednesday November 25, 2009
Poetry
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this should be commented on and rated because it IS soooo apropo and beautifully written. i copied it into my Friday, March 7, 2008 journal for everyone to read. i CRIED when i read it. it gave me a sense of peace. i hope it does the same for you. kitty777 found it and posted it, but her journal is locked:
Weep not for me though I am gone
Into that gentle night.
G...
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I'm sinking ever further into this cold abyss
So deeply I can't see the light
I try to climb but the walls are smooth
Escape isn't in my sight
How has my life come to this
When so recently I was content?
Why do I deserve this hell?
My dues have already been spent.
I feel more alone than ever before
My future plans stripped away.
Tired of words with no real meaning
There are always agen...1 Recommendation5 Comments -
A young girl lies in her bed. She is writes in her diary with her favorite pen. She cries this night silently wishing for everything to end. She stops writing. She is hurt to the point that she can not write another single word. She cries even more feeling sad, weak, lonely, scared, and hopeless. She is feeling as though she is unable to be mended to her childhood. She wishes for the carefree tim...1 Recommendation5 Comments
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well feeling shitty isn't going away. i really need a good night's sleep its that kind of weather. and until i get the rest of the stuff done before going to court i will continue to feel agitated like this. i think if i get some work done i will feel better.
i just took off my nail polish and will do a manicure. then eat veggies. then look for the kids...1 Recommendation5 Comments -
Being old is true freedom (i love this poem)
As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying something silly that I didn't need. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be silly or eccentric.
I have seen too many dear friends lea...2 Recommendations3 Comments -
Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions.
All life is an experiment.
The more experiments you make the better.
What if they are a little coarse, and you may get your coat soiled or torn? What if you do fail, and get fairly rolled in the dirt once or twice? Up again; you shall never be so afraid of a tumble."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sometimes things have to fall apart,
so that we can ch...1 Recommendation4 Comments -
animal creed: until there are none...rescue one. AND A PICTURE of bulgaria
Friday, November 14, 2008 |
by: 79pounds
xx The Balkan Peninsula derives its name from the Balkan or Stara Planina mountain-range, which runs through the centre of Bulgaria and extends into eastern Serbia.
The Seven Rila Lakes in Bulgaria
Bulgaria comprises portions of the regions known in classical times as Moesia, Thrace, and Macedonia. The mountainous southwest of the country has two alpine ranges — Rila and Pirin &mdas...1 Recommendation4 Comments -
The old antique mansion, aged but beautiful in its stance, remained as a haven for our chaotic relief. We waited in the loft; nestled and confined amongst each other. Skin to skin, we rested. Our racial and cultural backgrounds illuminated out of the close proximity that we shared; my fear resting on your shoulders and your anxieties pushing back on my train of thought that was ...1 Recommendation4 Comments
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Well...it's prose. It's graphic, so if you're not up for detail, or being able to understand my trauma. Don't read it. I had it published, and this is the last place I will be sharing it as part of my healing process. Once I post, I won't be reading it again.
Keep in mind, December 29th is the day my father was gone forever.
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Don't know why exactly i wrote this, but it seems interesting i guess (though sad and morbid too, be warned):
The world seems strange,
Almost paper thin.
Nothing seems real,
Everything seems transparent and fake.
It's like a bitter taste in my mouth.
My heart can't quite connect.
I've held sadness before,
But somehow, some way,
This feels different.
I can't quite name it though.
Lonlines...1 Recommendation3 Comments
