Mixed up feelings
Scribbled out words,
Still trying to figure out which
way this world turns
Stuck in life,
The river flowing
By now we all know,
The fake smiles are showing
Worthless grins,
Plastered in between
Heartless sins
Just a bruised up girl
trying to find out who wins
The sun setting as
Darkness falls
If you stay quiet now,
you'll hear her as her suttle voice calls
Lost and confused,
Stuck in a helpless daze,
A broken girl trying to figure out the worlds ways,
Crying herself to sleep at night
hoping there all gone,
hoping theres no more fights
She wants to end her life,
But trying to be strong
She doesn't know how she's made it this far,
She doesn't know how she's lived this long,
The sun rises,
Fake smiles appear again,
A new day,
A new fight,
But who will win...Source. http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/sad/poems.php?id=919065
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Thursday, May 5, 2011
Trying to stay strong by Xrazorbladexprincessx
Kelly Clarkson
A moment like this
Some people wait a lifetime
For a moment like this
Some people search forever
For that one special kiss
- Kelly Clarkson
Eva Cassidy ~ Fever ~
Fever~
Never know how much I love you, you never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me, I get a feeling that I just can't bear
You give me fever, when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning, fever all through the night.
Bless my soul I love you, take this heart away
Take these arms I never use them
And just believe what my lips have to say
You give me fever, when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning, fever all through the night
Listen to me baby, hear every word I say
No one can love you the way I do
Because they don't know how to love you my way
You give me fever, when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning, fever all through the night
The sun lights up the daytime, the moon lights up at night
My eyes light up when you call my name,
Because I know you're gonna treat me right
You give me fever, when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever in the morning, fever all through the night.
You give me fever, you give me fever, oh yeah,
Fever all through the night
Source: http://www.lyrics007.com/Eva%20Cassidy%20Lyrics/Fever%20Lyrics.html
Dealing With Women
Every woman knows that there are days in the month when all a man has to do is open his mouth and he takes his life in his hands! This is a handy guide that should be as common as a driver's license in the wallet of every husband, boyfriend, co-worker or significant other! Women will understand this! Men should memorize it!
| DANGEROUS | SAFER | SAFEST | ULTRA SAFE |
| What's for dinner? | Can I help you with dinner? | Where would you like to go for dinner? | Here, have some wine. |
| Are you wearing that? | Wow, you sure look good in brown! | WOW! Look at you! | Here, have some wine. |
| What are you so worked up about? | Could we be overreacting? | Here's my paycheck. | Here, have some wine. |
| Should you be eating that? | You know, there are a lot of apples left. | Can I get you a piece of chocolate with that? | Here, have some wine. |
| What did you DO all day? | I hope you didn't over-do it today. | I've always loved you in that robe! | Here, have some wine. |
source: http://www.lotsofjokes.com/dealing_with_women.asp
leave an impression in others heart~
Nature has given you a face.
But, you have to provide the expression.Be careful!
Awoke in Love
My friend once told meLove is like a dreamStrewn rose petal pathwaysAnd sand soft as cream
Blue green meadowsSprinkled with dew
Whispering windsThat whisper How d'ya do's?
Tall oaks with plain shadeBut enchanted lullaby's
Fruit full of flavorCornstalks and fireflies
I said plainly,Tis truly a lie!
Till he picked me up gentlyAnd we flew to the sky
I flew with him tilMy cheeks were bright as day
When the moon came up slowlyThe stars shooed the sun away
And soft as a breezeMy heart did flutter
When I stepped in the oceanAnd slipped like as butter
For I fell in a reverieFull of pixies and such
When Love did talk to meAnd whispered, I love you this much.
I love you like cherriesThat burst in your mouth,
I love you like wisteriaThat blossom down South,
I love you like dolphinsLove to jump free,
I love you like tall pineSo high beyond that you can see,
I love you like a mountainLoves to drink from the sky,
I love you as sweet gentle truthThat betrays the worst lie.
But as I crossedThe green hills so favored
It is that moment in choiceI will forever savor,
For as I awokeIn the morning divine
I saw all the beautiesIn the bright sunshine
I awoke in loveAnd as I turned around
It was to see a smileI have yet not found
For as love is as mysticalAs mystical can be
It is my dream pleasantThat forever belongs to me.
by MaryLynn Hingano
the Story of a Storyteller Chapter 1
I never told you, did I? That I dream in dreams? Come here dear fellows and listen to this story. It was told a long time ago but my great great great grandpa about how he lived his life and who he met on the road. Though it spins onto different directions so make sure to listen will all your ears you will need it because we are gonna go on a long.... long journey the storyteller said. Every child got closer and every parent turned their head.
Where do I begin, ha ha. Where do I even start a story whose ending will crush your heart? But ah well. A journey of a 1000 miles begins with a single step he hymned and began.
Just let her scream under the moon, in the night. Just let her look upon a wishing star. Just let her be the one fairy she is. Just let go of the one you thought you knew because you are
mistaken, she is so much more. Let go of her because
she is no more since she left us that while ago
Her eyes did not shed any tears they said
nor did she look back when she left
those people without an
answer or even a smile.
A child came up
running, crying and trying
to drag her back but as she turned around
and gasped
it was you... it was you all along
she disappeared
the villages did not know how to respond, yet they didn't mourn because they knew
within their heart that she would one day, perhaps return.
As for the child, he was left there... alone. He stayed.... for years and as he grew older
you could see that both he and the fairy had the same birthmark of a sword beneath their belly for once
she left him she had handed him her heart.
The villages did not know whose son the man was nor where he came from. Why and what business did he have of hers. The daughter of the baker and his wife with their son?
She had been the loveliest for as long as anyone can remember, her heart was as fragile as butterfly yet her courage as strong as a lion. She never failed in making everyone happy for it was in their happiness hers was.
*sigh* the storyteller shook his head. No no I might be throwing y'all in the story a little too fast, though you know nothing. But let me take you back a 10 years or so, so you get to know this lady and boy.
Where do I begin, ha ha. Where do I even start a story whose ending will crush your heart? But ah well. A journey of a 1000 miles begins with a single step he hymned and began.
mistaken, she is so much more. Let go of her because
she is no more since she left us that while ago
Her eyes did not shed any tears they said
nor did she look back when she left
those people without an
answer or even a smile.
A child came up
running, crying and trying
to drag her back but as she turned around
and gasped
it was you... it was you all along
she disappeared
the villages did not know how to respond, yet they didn't mourn because they knew
within their heart that she would one day, perhaps return.
As for the child, he was left there... alone. He stayed.... for years and as he grew older
you could see that both he and the fairy had the same birthmark of a sword beneath their belly for once
she left him she had handed him her heart.
The villages did not know whose son the man was nor where he came from. Why and what business did he have of hers. The daughter of the baker and his wife with their son?
She had been the loveliest for as long as anyone can remember, her heart was as fragile as butterfly yet her courage as strong as a lion. She never failed in making everyone happy for it was in their happiness hers was.
*sigh* the storyteller shook his head. No no I might be throwing y'all in the story a little too fast, though you know nothing. But let me take you back a 10 years or so, so you get to know this lady and boy.
10 years before ...
Daddy daddy look I can see it, its over there - daddy hurry! she screamed. Her voice was like the nightingale itself dancing on the leaves of the trees until her father responded.
Wait my child be careful, though it might be beautiful don't go too close - remember what mother said.
Yes daddy, i remember. But hurry you have to see this.
As father approached he saw what the daughter was looking at. Mussel shells in hundreds enough to feed them for a year and the king would most certainly enjoy it if they could get it. Yet nothing is as easy at it seems for it was a long way down and none of them had ever taken a swim into such deep water.
My child, we have to return with our tools there is no way we can swim that deep at this hour.
She looked at him, because she knew that this opportunity would not come as the tide was approaching and would wash away the pearls at the bottom of the sea.
Daddy can't you hold that rope? and I can give it a try?
No child that would be far to dangerous for both of us, let us go home.
As she was jumping from rock to rock she failed to see that one rock was not stuck.
it moved and she fell.
The current was strong and she heard her fathers voice calling for her
She saw his shadow running along the side but there was nothing he would do.
The waves pulled her down as she tried to reach the surface.
Gasping
Fighting
Giving everything
until at last she gripped a tree or a hand and breathed...
She opened her eyes, no she was not dead..
she was breathing...and she was in a cave
What happened? What cave? What did she see? How could she breath? Who is she? Many many questions I assume you have dear, but remember that every great story has a little pain.
We will continue more tomorrow or maybe the other time we'll meet. Have a great night dear fellow and friends and the story will continues until the end but for now I bid you good night and farewell the storyteller said and vanished into thin air
chuckling the little girl in the front said, I wonder when the storyteller will tell us his story.
to be continued...
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