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Karen
Member
09-07-2004
| Thursday, June 08, 2006 - 5:23 pm
Hiya Gidget! Sorry, think this one might need a bit of insight. I just found myself free from the 1-week-long houseguest from hell. LONG, LONG story short, she's my best friend from high school, one of those, "I love you, BUT, I can't stand you" kind of relationships at this point. My nerves are so fried after a week of her here... I had to pull this out. I wrote it one day about five years ago WHILE I was on the phone with her (gives you an idea of how much she talks!). I was going through a very difficult time, and she was going on and on (I remember this clearly) about some guy from Greenpeace who dared interrupt her day by coming to speak to her college class that day. I apologize for the blue language.... she can make me pull out all the stops sometimes. incessant rambling who the f*** cares about the simplicities of your life when i can't even figure out my own f****d up mind? you talk and talk and expect me to listen to the ongoing s*** interfering with your pathetically selfish world you waste my f***ing time blabbing into a rotting ear that doesn't really give a s*** about what the voice on the other end is saying do i have time to listen to you whine about your life, and how it's not as perfect as it was supposed to be as if you're too good to face yourself and play the g**d*mn cards you were dealt? did you ever ask my permission to occupy precious hours of my day with a thousand stories of a dream world that i don't care to understand? did you ever ask my permission to waste my precious time? please stop wasting my time
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Sunday, June 11, 2006 - 3:19 pm
I completely understand Karen. I used to have a friend like that. I ducked her calls and eventually stopped returning them all together because I couldnt take anymore 3 hour phone marathons.
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Cindori
Member
07-25-2003
| Tuesday, June 13, 2006 - 9:18 am
He’s not one for many words, So when he speaks, you listen. His speech is slow and deliberate, But his eyes are full of thoughts And his humor is quick-witted. He walks tall, but doesn’t have to Make his presence felt. He has a soldier’s bearing Though it’s been a long while Since he’s called the Air Force home. Ever watchful and protective, And generous to a fault. He’ll give until he has none, But he’ll tell you what you need to do To make it on your own. He’s full of vinegar, And fire, And laughter, And love. I can see him – with his dog in the crook of his arm, ambling off into the distance, going home to Dixie . . . My uncle Ronald was recently released from the hospital into hospice care. He has liver cancer and undetermined amount of time left. He's anxious to rejoin his wife, Dixie, but still unwilling to leave his family behind. This poem is for him.
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Tuesday, June 13, 2006 - 3:32 pm
I am sorry about your Uncle, Cin. Quite coincidentally I was writing about mortality tonight. Fragile species Arrogant ignorance Not me No never Cant be Mortal reprise Layered over hard stance Not me No never Cant be Deftly strip teased Scattered purely by chance Not me No never Cant be Control degrees Post hypnotic trance Not me No never Cant be
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Cindori
Member
07-25-2003
| Wednesday, June 14, 2006 - 4:52 am
Thank you Gidget.
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Karen
Member
09-07-2004
| Thursday, June 15, 2006 - 6:01 pm
Cindori, I'm sorry that you're watching your uncle go through this difficult time. Your poem is very touching -- thank you for sharing. In my years I've been lucky and I've only ever had to say goodbye to one person I loved. I still can't write for my father, as I fear somehow putting his loss onto paper somehow will solidify it all, and as long as I don't write about losing him... well, y'know. Thanks again for venturing into this thread and sharing... Gidget and I were getting awfully lonely. LOL.
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Karen
Member
09-07-2004
| Thursday, June 15, 2006 - 6:08 pm
A perfect love, a perfect dream and still, she hates the world she's seen where things she said, she did not mean and friends she had, she did not need Rose petals wilted, now fall to the floor the demons won't frequent her dreams anymore the grey is dissolving, there's blue sky in store but waves full of sadness still wash on her shore Wished on too often, a shooting star dies rejected too often, an old lover cries as the fool for so long, tears are quickly disguised and refusing to give up, a failure still tries She looks to the future, her memories now passed of mornings believing it may be her last of days when the world laughed at questions she asked a life full of shame and emotion well masked But the world smiles for her, and so she shows no pain she'll climb into bed tonight praying for rain to wash clean the memories that deemed her insane and she'll wake in the morning with freedom again The dawn is now breaking, salvation is near she walks to the ocean and drowns out her fear saying goodbye, she cries just one lonely tear and walks away, happiness finally here.
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Cindori
Member
07-25-2003
| Friday, June 16, 2006 - 4:53 am
Thank you Karen, it's very difficult. I particularly enjoyed that last one of yours.
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Friday, June 16, 2006 - 8:20 am
"Gidget and I were getting awfully lonely" Amen to that Karen. I guess some people write more infrequently. And I suspect some are just shy. I dont know about you but I am enjoying this thread and the newer writing threads as well.
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Sunday, July 09, 2006 - 7:33 am
Damn you make me whimper Pant you make me weak When I'm caught up in your spell I find it difficult to speak. Butterflies in tummy Tingle in my breast You've got me where you want me I'll do anything you request. All these sweet sensations Come with surrendor Content in my submission Go happily ever after. Just when I think I cant Take a minute more Along comes my second wind It's even better than before.
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Gidget
Member
07-28-2002
| Monday, September 25, 2006 - 1:29 pm
why do words fail me when i want most to express the depth of a feeling the worth of a caress should i quantify or is it impossible to find the size vessel you'd at once overfill who are you my love i feel so undeserving how'd i get so lucky to find one so caring since i lack the words i'll suffice to say thank you for the best of my life and your whole retinue
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