this mother will not forgeta matron am i of sorts the matron whore who never will forget i am the champion of adolescents and beyond who loves them more? even though death and decay be knocking at my door i still wish so to rescue them from the ignorance of their age a champion, yes sometimes but, at least a bastion in their time of sorrow, i hope they know how much i love them and i care the anger i feel at the useless tears the wish, oh please don't waste these years i want so, before i close my eyes for the last time to see your golden tomorrowthis mother will not forget
lamenttoday there are forty crows outside my window i can see them all velvet black animation against the backdrop of pure untouched snow it all looks so black and white their caws echo the crying in my heart which somehow won't freeze like the mountainside sad bleak and stark the day stares back at me maybe alex is right? maybe there really is no gray for us? maybe people just muck it up mash it to graylament
for their own particular convenience no matter... i see the crows fly away leaving the virgin snow sad and trampled with nothing further to
one stone at a timetry to fill up the ocean one stone at a time water has to go somewhere sit and watch it climbone stone at a time
no one said life was easy nobody said it was fair all i ever wanted was someone whose dreams i could share
when you invent a solution and a conclusion you reach i'll probably be where you left me sitting alone on the beach
trying to fill up the ocean one stone at a time watching the tide as it rises and wishing for peace of mind.
Always All WaysAlways all ways I hope this will be. You are in my head changing all my actions, And I hope you will never set me free, I have no regrets of what happened, "Close your eyes" I said, and you came so close to me, And whenever I close my eyes, its your lips I feel and its your face I see. I guess I am trying to say I love you, But when I say so it always comes out wrong, Just that all the time I spend alone now won't comfort me, And when we speak I feel love-dazed, finally I won't be alone below the Christmas tree, Now I am waiting for you, You will give me answers, get me tAlways All Ways
sugarlilly| i am 51 years on the earth so far as i know. i was a floral designer for 31 of those years. i am now a handicrapper due to a lengthy craniotomy in 2005 to remove most of a rare brain tumor.i have a bunch of cranial nerve damage. all i do now is create unusual art which soon i will be buried alive in. i have a whole bunch of cranial nerve damage issues but am still hanging in. infact since i moved here from long island n.y. all the kids from the old neighborhood ,even though they're all grown up now still come to spend their vacations with me.i have 4 children, billy -21, laraine marie-17 She's the only one that lives w/ me now) nicky- 18 and stefanie-15.i love them all dearly.i got nicky and stef courtesy of my husband as well as the nice last name of angel. i have a bunch of "down time" but am always looking to improve my condition and love life again the way i used to. i live on the side of a mountain and it is beautiful here.i have 2 dogs, 2 cats and four ducks. the fact is that if i didn't have the terrible operation i would have been dead for over a year now so, despite the badness which there is plenty of, i'm alive which beats the alternative.i am very technologically ignorant so this computer stuff doesn't come easily. my art is strange and wonderful, very eclectic in media and usually inspired by my feelings or someone else's, but almost always involves a natural element such as roots,stems,stones,etc. used in combination with synthetics and other man made materials as well as reclamation material. i can make something out of anything. Most of my poetry is older and ofcourse it was made from words.it is my desire to make art all day long if i could.i try always to be non judgemental, non jealous person and i believe in peace and respect and feel all would be fine with the wold if everyone would just "play nice" |
crying
Sadness
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"Every day, humans come one step closer to self destruction! I'm not destroying the world, I'm saving it!"
Albert Wesker
sorry. I got a total happy mode
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When something is not worth dying for, it does not automatically mean its worth living for.
her name is Marion
Ever heard a more beautiful name?
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When something is not worth dying for, it does not automatically mean its worth living for.
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"Every day, humans come one step closer to self destruction! I'm not destroying the world, I'm saving it!"
Albert Wesker
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"Every day, humans come one step closer to self destruction! I'm not destroying the world, I'm saving it!"
Albert Wesker
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When something is not worth dying for, it does not automatically mean its worth living for.
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