February 17, 2007
Tiffany has been my best friend for over two years now. One of the few people I trust absolutely, and a great partner in crime. She's a Gypsy in every sense of the word.
Words to live by
Embracing what is, I come to grips with what may be. Forgiving what was. I swear to never forget what has been. Seducing the unknown I tempt my path, my fate and wonder what will be.
It's not about it being the best, it's not about if the words work, it's just simply about the fact it's done, and complete. Critic it if you will, it won't change it being there.
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I think about fear far too much, but I also believe that acknowledging fear is inevitably better than desperately pretending what frightens us doesn't exist.
Mon, September 14, 2009 - 11:33 PM
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Emily Dickinson wrote a powerful poem about the sudden unexpected appearance of a snake; it obliterated her sense of calm when she was out on for an afternoon's walk. She describes her sense of terror as feeling like "zero at the bone." That's sort of how I feel right now. For many years, I felt this way more often than no... read more 
Give me the courage
Fri, August 21, 2009 - 11:20 PM
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To do what i cannot Give me the strength To fight my wars My mind reels with the possiblilities Of my own imagination Of possiblities that with a little push can answer my questions to live my dreams to believe in my hopes Give me the stregnth to love again no, for the first time In reality not fantasy Nor fantasies Nor fantasize To truly love without walls or gates To feel without Baracading walls To cry without Fear of conviction Eviction o... read more
Carolina liar
Tue, August 11, 2009 - 3:47 PM
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Show me what I'm looking for Wait, I’m wrong Should have done better than this Please, I’ll be strong I’m finding it hard to resist So show me what I’m looking for Save me, I’m lost Oh lord, I’ve been waiting for you I’ll pay any cost Save me from being confused Show me what I’m looking for Show me what I’m looking for…oh lord Don’t let go I’ve wanted this far too long Mistakes become regrets I’ve learned to love abuse Please show me what I’m l... read more The other day a friend asked if I would trade my ability to recall instantly the words to any popular song I have heard on the radio--a small talent, but one that makes me inordinantly proud-- for the chance to be thin and blonde. She thought it would take me time to decide. She was wrong. "You bet I would. In a heartbeat," was my answer. We kept going. And that's how I realized, for example, that were I asked to choose between the extinction of a certain breed of biting ant and th... read more
This month I took yet another nosedive into the jagged canyons of depression and agitation. I am able to describe the descent quite well.
Fri, July 10, 2009 - 2:02 AM
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But I never, ever see it coming. There is usually a 24 hour period - when I have a vague sense of unease. The winds shift ominously and the clouds steal the light. And. then, BAM, I am knocked down again. In the midst of it, I am deprived of the most basic comforts and pleasures. I can't converse. I can't read. I can't even watch TV. The agitati... read more
Tonight I wish could go to a Drive-By Confessional and rattle off my sins to an anonymous priest, someone who isnt affected by the secrets I keep, and be awarded absolution, forgiveness, mercy, and/or a nice little indulgence, if possible. (I only thought of an indulgence because the Roman Catholic Church is making them available again, according to a recent piece in the New York Times, and they sounded nice).
Fri, July 10, 2009 - 1:35 AM
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I heard somewhere that they changed the name from "Confession" to "Reconciliati... read more  You know the one I'm describing here, right? She the princess of 'The world is against me'; she's the queen of whine and roses, except the roses always have too many thorns. (Yes, I know: some men do it, too. But this culture congratulates women on helplessness while it punishes men--at least publicly.) What characterizes the Delicate Flower? She can't wear anything except the finest jewelry without getting a rash; she can only have silk next to the skin (or pima cotton if she's reall... read more 
What was possible is now impending reality
Sat, May 9, 2009 - 4:26 AM
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A trip to the unknown beckons Yet a beacon of light awaits providing hope in the darkness of uncertainty of the strange of the different and will illuminate the way the means to survive the directions to go the places to see Those near and dear will be far away yet never forgotten nor taken for granted New faces, new places: a scary difference one must... read more 
Hand reaches out for another
Tue, May 5, 2009 - 11:39 PM
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hugs from your sisters and brothers A child runs into your arms sends electricity that warms to your very soul Prickly thorn of a beautiful rose drips wet from soaked trees Deep belly laughter from jokes the nasty itch of poison oak Sharp sting of buzzing bee the "Ouch" of a skinned knee Throbbing pain of toe stub Cooling sensation of a deep meaningful rub A mild breeze in any and all directions The feel of soft leather A swift stroke of the hai... read more
Tear out these imperfections,
Mon, February 16, 2009 - 2:20 PM
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give the hurt an outlet, find release- inner peace? Is it the same? You ask yourself just ask yourself what is worth this pain? Sensing the wave of sadness long before it comes, tears slide down your cheeks... Do you know why? You ask yourself- go ahead ask yourself is it better to lay down and die? Slicing through the skin with instant regret as you do staring transfixed at the gaping wound you ask yourself why do you do it? Ask you... read more
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