Tag: writing
member name: Nina A
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August 16, 2007 02:44 AM EDT --
Stand up I say.
Stop crouching about your feet watching your tears puddle between your toes.
I will show you the sunrise. I will show you the spirits of the trees.
I will make the grass grow. . . .
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August 02, 2007 02:57 PM EDT --
I am the earth that pulls everything towards me
I am the waves that wash it all away
I am the wind that blows through the leaves
I am the tree without branches
I am the fruit . . .
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August 10, 2007 07:52 AM EDT --
1. What is the silliest prank you ever played on someone?
close to halloween i stuck a blonde wig on the top of a shvel that was dug into my friend's yard . . .
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August 10, 2007 08:14 AM EDT --
http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976930268
What are you looking for from the Gather community? . . .
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August 10, 2007 09:03 AM EDT --
1. Were you named after anyone? a nurse in the hospital i was born in
2. When was the last time you cried? last night
3. Do you like your handwriting? . . .
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August 16, 2007 04:19 PM EDT --
Today is my destiny. Am I not of sound mind and able body to be here?
To your innocent hate, I forgive you. Do you consider and still hate? I still forgive you.
Shall you lend me your . . .
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August 03, 2007 04:36 PM EDT --
You were with me for so long, now you are in the home of another.
My love will reach across these lines and grow until I die.
Here soon i shall give up my will, but never my hope.
One day you shall . . .
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August 10, 2007 12:17 PM EDT --
i have not slept
the rocks are building up in my stomach
the darkness is coming out
there is nothing left of my cure
soon the evils will be all there is to me.
hate, pain, the brick wall in . . .
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August 15, 2007 04:34 PM EDT --
I'd climb down the ladder but the rungs are broken.
So instead I fall.
I am blinded by the darkness around me.
I have no idea where I am.
I have no idea where I am going.
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September 06, 2007 08:19 AM EDT --
How many times must I cry over you?
How many times I've died for you.
I can't lead but I can't follow.
All that's left is something hollow.
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September 09, 2007 02:12 AM EDT --
I let you go my little dragonfly. You float off but continuously come back to circle around me.
The tips of your wings are black with cynicism, but I still find you wonderfully beautiful.
You'll . . .
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September 10, 2007 04:40 PM EDT --
WORD OF THE DAY: cozen- -1. To cheat; to defraud; to deceive, usually by petty tricks.
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September 18, 2007 02:01 AM EDT --
I'm bi-polar and have a lot of things I need to let out. I know that I need to work with a therapist or counselor on this but I don't have insurance. There are a lot of things I hold . . .
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July 26, 2007 02:19 PM EDT --
The sun shines brightly upon your eyes as you watch me sleep. I wake to your lips upon my face. Might this morning be sweeter than the ripest strawberry. You kneel by my side as I . . .
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July 18, 2007 01:17 AM EDT --
your spirit flows like a golden river bursting through the dam.
encase me, protect me, enrapture me.
how you've seen the light brighter than the sun inside of me,
as it is you who keeps . . .
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July 26, 2007 12:05 AM EDT --
Reaching towards the sky to feel the sun,
the warmth invades my every pore.
Cast your light upon me as the water shall be my calm.
Small eyes gaze upon my foreign entrence;
careful to nibble at my . . .
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July 26, 2007 12:10 AM EDT --
To the beautiful curves of your skin.
Luminescent gold and amber bathe your body and spirit.
The kalidescope of your mind enraptures me.
Your scent, your taste, and your soft skin beneath my fingertips. . . .
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August 01, 2007 01:24 AM EDT --
You are my eyes that see things for more than just shape and color. I see deeper than what's in front of me
You are my ears that hear more than just words. I hear deeper than what is told . . .
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July 27, 2007 03:32 PM EDT --
Here i sit with my mind disordered. My head in the mud, my eyes full of sand.
How the constrictor squeezes me. Every organ in my body aches.
To the needles stabbing my flesh: I will be free . . .
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September 08, 2007 03:43 AM EDT --
I hold a fistful of sand that the wind blows away.
A few grains sit in the crevices of my fingers, but I have no use for them.
I want to keep the beach and the waves.
I want to keep the sky, the . . .
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