What is Sexually-Transmitted-Diseases---Female
Sexually transmitted diseases (STDs) - also known as sexually transmissible diseases, sexually transmitted infections (STIs) or (infrequently) venereal diseases (VD) - are diseases...
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Wednesday November 25, 2009
Poem/Artistic Stories
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Dark Days Bright Days
Which ones are next
I have to remember to take all I can get
I'm living in the past
I hate all of you
I just want to move on, far away from you
I see light sometimes
Mostly when I'm alone
If someone's here with me, they'll just let me down
What does it mean to be happy?
What does it mean to be sad?
Why are we so hung up on what's right and wrong, good and bad?
W...
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These are my footprints, so perfect and so small. These tiny footprints, never touched the ground at all.
Not one tiny footprint, for now I have my wings. These tiny footprints were meant for other things.
You will hear my tiny footprints, in the patter of the rain. Gentle drops like angels’ tears, of joy and not from pain.
You will see my tiny footprints, in each butterflies' lazy danc...1 Recommendation1 Comment -
Here is something that I wrote today cause I really didn't know what to say to a Facebook friend's birth of her baby. I'm not sure how this will go over but we shall see. For some reason I got into my deep writing mode.....so here is what I punched out
Your exciting adventure begins to a wonderfully awestruck new world
That one could never have imagined.
The first time holding your bab...1 Recommendation1 Comment -
As they see her wander past their presence footsteps they notice visible remnants of makeup. Streaked where fingertips had once brazed vigorously. Creating a mental painting of girl gone a rye. A missed step a forgotten gesture a haunting melody repeating itself in your mind.
Her actions unknown her hands imprinted by the ghostly missing being. Lips still holding unsaid words and that last interac...1 Recommendation -
the red rose whispers of spring,
and the white rose breathes of love;
ah, the red rose is a falcon
and the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream white rose bud,
with a flush on it's petal tips'
for the love that is purest and sweetest
has a kiss of desire on the lips.1 Recommendation1 Comment -
I am just a numb body
walking no where
feeling nothing
and i don't care
feeling numb from u and me
my dreams fading away
and i'm numb
my pain is not real
my feeling are not real
it's sad i'd rather
have the pain then feel the pain
it's just not me
i guess i'm not real1 Recommendation -
We are over at last.
We are no more.
I am free from verbal conflit
and I am free of shame.
No more regrets.
Nothing left to ingest.
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All Gone, My focus remains static.
A loud shill of dicontent.
Give me Peace, Give me Silence!
Not this silence...Not this static
(the silence of true meaning)
Loud and soothing silence
in my life, in my mind, in my control
Not this illusion!
No feeling, No control
WHY?
Chemicles Leak into my soul,
charging this self destructive decay
When will this change?
when will this end?
when will I change?
When will I e...1 Recommendation -
Alice go into the late night pondering, follow the rabbit down the hole
See what hidden secrets are kept in tiny chests filled with your grandmother’s pearls
What wondrous surprises await you there?
Where will you land if ever?
A new dawn and the song of the flowers just keep smiling away
No care or worries but she’s in a hurry, and where is that rabbit anyway?
Strange it all now...1 Recommendation
