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Tuesday November 24, 2009
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Journal Entry for November 18, 2009
17 mo. on Friday!!! Happy as could ever be... Sorry I haven't written anything in a long time a lot of things have happened... A few deaths including my bunny sadly... A few lost jobs, but ...by: TwilightA...
an Inspirational Story
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I was ritaclued all day long for my bisexually. Hit, spit on and kicked. I came home and got yelled at for everything I didn't do.
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have rejoined ED group and i will get there life can be better than this but i can't do it in my strenght.
i can do all things throw christ who strenghens me (not in my own stubben strenght) He has given me life for a reason and it's not to be beaten up by ana1 Recommendation1 Comment
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Hey Everyone, Its been awhile since i've poste...
unlovedde... Apr 29, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008 |
Hey Everyone,
Its been awhile since i've posted a poem and i thought i'd come and post one for you all,
sorry it still isnt a happy poem. I also apologise if this poem hurts or upsets anyone that isnt the intention.
Luvya All,
Becka
xoxox
At Night!!!!
Midnight, Pitch black, lying in bed,
Listening to thoughts that crowd my head
Not knowing when they’ll stop,
Or if they’ll kill me or n...1 Recommendation7 Comments -
In Flanders Fields by John McCrae, May 1915...
unlovedde... May 15, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008 |
In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing han...1 Recommendation4 Comments -
I am from a family where tough love is abundant,an...
Dezmon May 26, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008 |
I am from a family where tough love is abundant,
and a functional family does not exist, nor ever will.
I am from a life where friends get left behind,
and new ones must be made.
I am from a place where frienship is plentiful,
but love is rare.
I am from a house that is full of happiness,
but no life.
I am from a school where friends are are bountiful,
but best ones are scarce.
I am from a past full of tra...1 Recommendation2 Comments -
I thought you would make me strong I thought you w...
giggles86 Mar 28, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008 |
I thought you would make me strong
I thought you would put in control
I thought you would give me perfection
I thought you told the truth
But wht i though was WRONG
NOW.............
I know you make me weak
I know you are in control
I know perfection isn't reality
I know this all
BUT how do i say goodbye1 Recommendation2 Comments -
I love the feeling of steel across my flesh,the pa...
Dezmon May 25, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008 |
I love the feeling of steel across my flesh,
the pain it eases,
makes you forget the emotional aspects,
and makes you concentrate on the physical feelings.
Why can't I just stop?
Is the blade like crack?
I can feel it calling me to come accompany it,
even now as I type these words.
My girlfriend has asked me to stop,
but I can't,
I'm addicted,
and I can't break away.
As much as I would love t...1 Recommendation1 Comment -
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VALIANTES... May 14, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009 |
“Let me be a free man. Free to travel. Free to stop. Free to work. Free to choose my own teachers. Free to follow the religion of my fathers. Free to think and talk and act for myself.”
Chief Joseph
Nez Perce Indian Tribe
...when I am happy, I go to Inspiration Peak... when I am sad, I go to Inspiration Peak...when I feel alone and betrayed, I go to Inspiration Peak...1 Recommendation -
What exactly is love,is it a feeling,a sense?Who c...
Dezmon May 26, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008 |
What exactly is love,
is it a feeling,
a sense?
Who causes it?
The fabled Cupid?
Our Holy God?
Or is it self induced,
like the eternal damnation that sends you to hell.
And to those you love,
what if they don't feel the same?
Can you change them?
Manipulate them?
Until they return the feeling?
NO
Some people take it for granted,
because they have found their one,
their only, their true love,
but those of us w...1 Recommendation -
Don't you think its ironic,that what i write a...
Dezmon May 26, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008 |
Don't you think its ironic,
that what i write about best,
is the one thing I long,
to escape,
to completly leave behind,
the ever present love.
Maybe its because its the
thing that causes me the most pain,
the emotion I feel the most,
the thing that i regret the most,
for falling into its never-ending,
pit of darkness,
despair,
and confusion.
I have tried and failed to
escape the subject,
to try something ne...1 Recommendation -
What is love?Is it a feeling,a sense?Love covers t...
Dezmon May 26, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008 |
What is love?
Is it a feeling,
a sense?
Love covers the heart,
like the Black Plague over Europe,
and when lost,
it breaks the heart into milliions of pieces.
What is love?
Should it be played with,
toyed with like the cat,
that crossed the path of a child,
to be annoyed.
Until it finally gets you back with
a flash of unexpected pain,
like the cats claws?
Can it be controlled,
by those you thought were your love...1 Recommendation -
Blindness: Her Story A girl,A boy,Best friend...
Dezmon May 25, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008 |
Blindness: Her Story A girl,A boy,Best friends,The girl has a crush on the boy,But he has not realized it,She sends him signals,But yet he remains naïve,To her constant hints,About her eternal,Unending,Infinitesimal,Love for him. After 1 year,She grew tired of his blindness,His turning a deaf ear in her direction,Whenever she drops,One of those hints.So she finally,Just told him,Af...1 Recommendation
Tuesday, April 29, 2008 |
Hey Everyone,
Its been awhile since i've posted a poem and i thought i'd come and post one for you all,
sorry it still isnt a happy poem. I also apologise if this poem hurts or upsets anyone that isnt the intention.
Luvya All,
Becka
xoxox
At Night!!!!
Midnight, Pitch black, lying in bed,
Listening to thoughts that crowd my head
Not knowing when they’ll stop,
Or if they’ll kill me or n...1 Recommendation7 Comments -
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