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The poetic journal of this woman's life
I have begun a new life in Gulfport Florida. Before I moved here I met a wonderful photographer whose own work, writing and photography inspired this creative streak in me. To him I will be forever grateful.
These poems are all my own original work. They speak of my transformation from depressed soul to fullmoongoddess and from my life in Columbus, Ohio to Gulfport, Florida.
All of my work has to do with my spiritual, emotional and mental growth. I am finding me at last and through the ... more »
These poems are all my own original work. They speak of my transformation from depressed soul to fullmoongoddess and from my life in Columbus, Ohio to Gulfport, Florida.
All of my work has to do with my spiritual, emotional and mental growth. I am finding me at last and through the ... more »
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4/25/2009 2:36 PM PDT
The picture is amazing.
4/11/2009 1:58 PM PDT
You are a beautiful lovely write you shine in love of life blessed are you in all you write great love I would vote this project for publish be happy always mike
3/30/2009 11:43 AM PDT
I like your stuff. Very imaginative.
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10/24/2008 4:37 AM PDT
great poertry, it's amazing what a transformed life can do and achieved. keep up doing well.
abe
abe
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10/24/2008 4:34 AM PDT
great poetry, it's amazing what a transformed life can do, and achieved.
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10/15/2008 11:32 PM PDT
Being British.
Being British is driving a German car, going to an Irish pub, drinking Belgian Beer.
Being British, is being 'pissed as a handcart' and grabbing an Indian Curry, or a Turkish Kebab on the way home.
Being British, is eating that take away, sitting on a Swedish Sofa, watching American sitcoms on a Japanese TV.
Being British, is being suspicious of anything foregin,
Britain, the only country in the world where you can get a pizza delivered faster then an fucking ambulance.
Being British, is having banks where they leave the doors wide open all day, yet they chain the bloody pens down to the counters.
Being British, where the Supermarkets make sick people walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescription, whilst healthy people can get cigarettes at the front of the store.
Being British. What a funny bunch of 'Fuckers' we are.
Being British is driving a German car, going to an Irish pub, drinking Belgian Beer.
Being British, is being 'pissed as a handcart' and grabbing an Indian Curry, or a Turkish Kebab on the way home.
Being British, is eating that take away, sitting on a Swedish Sofa, watching American sitcoms on a Japanese TV.
Being British, is being suspicious of anything foregin,
Britain, the only country in the world where you can get a pizza delivered faster then an fucking ambulance.
Being British, is having banks where they leave the doors wide open all day, yet they chain the bloody pens down to the counters.
Being British, where the Supermarkets make sick people walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescription, whilst healthy people can get cigarettes at the front of the store.
Being British. What a funny bunch of 'Fuckers' we are.
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10/15/2008 6:46 PM PDT
There comes a time, when questions are no longer desired.
For the answers are never obvious.
There comes a time, when lies are not needed.
For the truth will expose it.
There comes a time, when pain will lose its intensity.
For the layers have accumulated.
There comes a time, when the significant is no longer.
For it is revealed as trivial.
There comes a time, when you simply accept what is.
For this is wisdom.
For the answers are never obvious.
There comes a time, when lies are not needed.
For the truth will expose it.
There comes a time, when pain will lose its intensity.
For the layers have accumulated.
There comes a time, when the significant is no longer.
For it is revealed as trivial.
There comes a time, when you simply accept what is.
For this is wisdom.
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10/4/2008 1:42 PM PDT
I appreciate all of your kind words :) with the exception of the first comment...I don't know him...not sure what he's about...lol
9/27/2008 7:54 PM PDT
I have no idea how I found your page lol but thanks for writing these poemy poems ;-)
i've no idea if the guy at the bottom is a friend of yours and just a dark poet or if he is just a mean nasty who randomly came here like me but I don't like his work so far lol
yes stick to the posative journey not that your not gonna have dark stuff / times but just get it out express it and the posative will return .
Shine On
i've no idea if the guy at the bottom is a friend of yours and just a dark poet or if he is just a mean nasty who randomly came here like me but I don't like his work so far lol
yes stick to the posative journey not that your not gonna have dark stuff / times but just get it out express it and the posative will return .
Shine On
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9/21/2008 5:16 PM PDT
GOD BLESS YOU FOR FINDING YOUR WAY TO DEAL WITH
THE NEGITIVE AND FINDING THE POSITIVE INSIDE OF
WHAT MAY DESTROY THE BEAUTY THAT IS HELD WITHIN
YOU MAY YOU FIND MORE PEACE WITH IN GOD
AND YOUR WORDS
THE NEGITIVE AND FINDING THE POSITIVE INSIDE OF
WHAT MAY DESTROY THE BEAUTY THAT IS HELD WITHIN
YOU MAY YOU FIND MORE PEACE WITH IN GOD
AND YOUR WORDS
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9/21/2008 5:13 PM PDT
I thank you for sharing your life experience. It takes a lot of courage, and guts to do so. Your work is beautiful! Look forward to being friends.
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9/16/2008 5:45 AM PDT
I hate people.
Before me in line, at the bus stop, at the store.
Trained by my country, I don't kill anymore.
The back of your head, your stupid face.
Multiple gunshots, the news O day.
I'm pretty sure you bother me
so don't say a word
Fuck Off !!!!!!!!!!!
Turd.
How's that for inspiration?
Before me in line, at the bus stop, at the store.
Trained by my country, I don't kill anymore.
The back of your head, your stupid face.
Multiple gunshots, the news O day.
I'm pretty sure you bother me
so don't say a word
Fuck Off !!!!!!!!!!!
Turd.
How's that for inspiration?
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