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A Mothers Day
Never forget why and how you're here.
Say A Little Prayer For You
Its funny how you think you have everyone. But when the time comes, no one is with you but yourself. Sometimes, no...always, its up to you to be the main character for yourself and be strong. And carry the whole world on your shoulders without letting them see your tired and that you struggle. Because everyone else is a "supporting" character. Backround. Some stand idly by and watch hoping you fall under all that weight, but all watch you in envy wishing they could handle life and what it throws at you the way you do. You know I will always love you and continue to watch over you. I can't be there for you but know I will walk behind you to fight off those who wish to harm you. Every day in heaven, I kneel down to say a littler prayer. Just. For you.
Trouble On My Mind
Im not disrespectful or disrespecting. Maybe I don't feel the fear of falling because the world doesn't stop. Death is the concept and the world is the word. I don't have the same fear of dying because death is a concept. And I hold the word dearly and embrace it. And push death away like an estranged family member. When the reaper stands at the foot of my bed, I won't fight or ask why. Because in my mind, I'll be back where I was before.
She's not sure what it feels
To want something you can't have.
Some forbidden fruit,
These feelings wrap around her
Like strong firm hands
And clasp tightly around her being.
She catches gerself looking his way
She cannot help
But notice his presence,
Who he is,
And his effect on her.
She's been looking for this
All her life.
A partner to laugh
That's her other half.
There hands meet,
Soft and even.
Her breath is caught
Until her eyes become heavy to hold up
And she drift into a deep sleep.
She takes a bite of him,
Of her forbidden fruit.
Now she lies
Gracefaully down in this glass case.
Waiting for eternity's kiss of life and death
And everything good and evil,
And sweet and spolied
To wake her up.
Maybe to find that someday,
After life has past gently by
Like a slight breeze in the summer time;
That maybe her forbiddent fruit
Wont be so foridden anymore.
Because she knows,
Like splashed water on her face,
What it's like to want
Slow Path of Life
As they lay in bed. He lays on bed. Her bed. A hammer hits, metal on metal to the tick of the clock. Tic-BEAT-tock-Beat-tic-BEAT-tock-BEAT. Their heartbeats vibrate a point on the soft mattress and echoe life to warm ears.
But to live doesn't mean your alive. And I swear I'm going crazy. That's all I said. And I swear I'm going crazy.
Saturday Morning the Finer Things In Life
The birds chirped outside with their faces up to the sun. A fresh new weekend to rejuvanate and become clean from the sinful week of seven days. To think clearly and thoughtfully and write precisely and peacfully about all the decisions I've made and not regret, but learn from my mistakes and keep moving forward, never back. Chamges have fallen upon me unexpectedly and I have gladly taken them. My physical and mental have felt the weight of it all and have kept the positives and changed the negatives into something better. Better than what it was. Days like this are the finer things in life. Never take them for granted or ignore them. Always treause and take them with you. Why ? Because soon they will be all you have. One distant meaningful memory of one of the finer things in life.
They try to tell me it's my fault. That I'm changing. Welp, oh well. We all gotta change, no one stays the same forever. Especially with all these changing factors around us. Changing is the painfulest part in life. No one likes change but it's good. So they all need suck it up like the rest of us, keep calm, and ginger on....
Four foot nine.
Cucka and slippers.
Ridiculous, Drink, Drink,Drink.
Deana, A blast.
Two peas in a pod.
Black hair& famous boobs.
The girls clique, Roger.
The heart of the clique.
Loves a good time, Ronnie.
Just cant get enough.
Pauly, Pauly D., I wanna go to the gym.
Gel, a comb, and a blow dryer.
Big blowouts, Fresh, Fresh, Fresh!
Stalker Danielle, Awww Yeaa, Fist pump.
Wake yo asses up!
"Sea buiscut, hook up."
Whats in a real boob?
Yo everybody, it's T-shirt time!
Loves the G'NO.
Guys night out.
Gym, Weights, Lift.
Mike, The situation.
Sitch and Mike.
Pullin the robbery.
6-pack, The gym.
Mike, Mike, Mike !
Hookup, Hook Up. DTF.
-Never fall in love at the 'Shore.
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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