Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Best Friends
If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
are impossible for me.
I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Best Freind
Please define for me,
o; pretty please,
a best friend to me.
Someones who's there till the end?
Someones who's a good friend?
Does everyone have one?
Does anyone really even need one?
Its hard to tell who has my back,
just from who has it long enough to stab it.
If i let someone in,
I have to tear down the walls and reveal all my sins.
They have to swear to secrecy,
If they tell, I just might go crazy.
Who's my best friend?
I'll be by myself in the end.
I don't have one,
Am I ok without one?
o; pretty please,
a best friend to me.
Someones who's there till the end?
Someones who's a good friend?
Does everyone have one?
Does anyone really even need one?
Its hard to tell who has my back,
just from who has it long enough to stab it.
If i let someone in,
I have to tear down the walls and reveal all my sins.
They have to swear to secrecy,
If they tell, I just might go crazy.
Who's my best friend?
I'll be by myself in the end.
I don't have one,
Am I ok without one?
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Precious Love
Friday, March 27, 2009
A BETTER TOMORROW
Author: Yvonne Warren
I never knew there would be a better tomorrow
But you've come into my life and taken away all my sorrow
My days of sadness are a thing of the past
Because I have found true love at last
My days of emptiness are gone for good
Because you fill a void in my heart that you should
You've opened a window
You've shown me the light
And my love for you will continue to burn bright.
I never knew there would be a better tomorrow
But you've come into my life and taken away all my sorrow
My days of sadness are a thing of the past
Because I have found true love at last
My days of emptiness are gone for good
Because you fill a void in my heart that you should
You've opened a window
You've shown me the light
And my love for you will continue to burn bright.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
?Poetry by Pablo Neruda
And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the firts faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
for myself a pure part of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the firts faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
for myself a pure part of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Love
Dream Deferred
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
Monday, March 23, 2009
music
Music is what makes you move
Music is what makes you groove
Music can be good or bad depending on how its used
Music can make you choose different clothes to wear
Music can make you change your hair
Music can make you choose new friends
Music can make you want to dance
Music can make you fight
Music can make everything alright
Music can take care of you when your alone
Music can make everything feel like home
Music can harm and take away
Music can make you want to stay
Music is the only friend I have
Music is my mom and dad
Music is what keeps me alive
When I feel like I can't survive
jackrabbit krjs
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Before I was a Mom
Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether or not
my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on.
Chewed on.
Peed on.
I had complete control of my mind
and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming child
so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night
watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because
I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces
when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small
could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of
having my heart outside my body.
I didn't know how special it could feel
to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond
between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small
could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night
every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth,
the joy,
the love,
t he heartache,
the wonderment
or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much,
before I was a Mom.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
GIRL IN BLACK
Sex Without Love*
A pleasure we do out of love for the other person
We our sharing the sexual experiment with
When the innocent become the sexual
It’s when that passion of love turns into a hobby
Then into an obsession and then that turns into a have to have
You can’t stop thinking about your next fix
You look for it everywhere in everyone
You start having withdraws from it
You wonder how you got this way
So dependent on it to get you through the day
You think it’s the only thing that your good at
The guys keep coming and going like fire
At times when it hurts so bad you cant do anything
You tell yourself no more not another time
But as soon as soon as your better
Your right back at it
You ask yourself
Why you do this every time
You just don’t understand
It’s as if your being sexualy
Taken advantage by your own body
You wanna tear your hair our if your not doing it
The people just keep getting older while your still the same age
Started 2-3 years now it doesn’t really matter how old as long as you get the fix
You have to do it
It is your drug
Your Acid
People have been telling you for months that you need help
The people that know you the real you
This isn’t the real you and you know it
You can feel it
The lying
The addiction
The lack of pride you have for your body and self
It’s not you
It’s like he said right before he left
How does it feel to be trash now that you are trash,
And now you are truly trash.
You are not trash this is not you
You know how this started a young women lost within her broken hearted emotions
You just know you don’t know how to stop it
You now need help
Lots of help
Cause sitting here
Your itching to do it again
And pleading someone help
HELP! ! ! PLEASE! ! ! HELP! ! !
You don’t wanna be like this forever
Crystal Midnight
Friday, March 20, 2009
Beautiful Fate
We were so young
all we had was time
the moments flew by
we didn't even notice
we didn't care where we were
as long as we were together
so naive and careless
sweet abandon saved us
hearts were wild and in love
others thought us crazy
we didn't listen
had are whole lives in front of us
stuck in a moment of time
faith is all we had
to hold on too
now we have grown up a little
since then and still haven't let go
maybe it was fate, or chance
love found us broken here
saved us both
Heather Biscoe
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Gods Holy Light
I am God's creation.
God loves me.
I am important and belong in this life.
No matter how hard and how painful things appear, my life is precious and sweet.
Because I am with God, I am never alone.
God is here right now, there is hope, and all things are possible.
I am not giving up because I am living my whole life with God.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Aging Gracefully
As you get older, it is easier to be positive.
You care less about what other people think.
You try to live the rest of your years gracefully.
Life is to short to mope around.
too short to critize all.
Too short to be negative all the time.
Live your life to be helpful to all.
Too Short to look back and wonder why. The reasons are always there.
Be Graceful
alf2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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