Chirpy the chicken lived on a farm
But his friends' murders raised an alarm
Death was not his intent
Across the street he went
Where he hoped he'd be safe from harm
Note: Why did the chicken cross the road?
The Happiest Day, The Happiest Hour
In Youth I have Known One filled with flowers
The Bells nearby rang out a Serenade
Announcing Romance by The Lake man-made
To My Mother it was A dream come true
As the Bridal Ballad made its debut
Dreams are made in The Forest Reverie
Fairy-Land by The City In the Sea
This was a poem I wrote based on a prompt (on allpoetry) in a contest. The prompt is this:
Choose a poet (Famous, dead or alive).
I've never posted a blog before. Heck, I've had a hard time just trying to find the time and peace of mind to sit down and write. I feel as though this might be different. An online journal, one which I have chosen to share with others like me. I don't know whether or not my my blabbering will even be read by other eyes.. But there is the chance that someone else might hear what I have to say. In a way that is comforting, and at the same time I am uneasy, unsure, and afraid.
I went to a meetin
Oh I've wanted to die. I still have moments I would rather be dead. But I can't take my life. I can't. And guess how I know I cannot kill myself. I wanted to.
My dad had a loaded gun on top of the refrigerator. I knew the gun was there, but I didn't know it was loaded... until I wanted it. He was always locking up guns and making sure ammo was not stored in the same place. He had safes and cases and trigger locks. I never thought to check. One day I remembered it was there. I grabbed a chair an
I sent you a message and friend request after you deleted me.(Just like I said in my other post I am a glutton for punishment.) So "what did I do to you?" has been answered, loud and clear.
I married your son. I knew it had to be that since those pics have been up since the day of the wedding and you had the nerve to still have my sister listed as a friend so I know you knew as soon as we were married, due to all the web updates. So, what I did, was share my joy in a social media type of way a
So I just want to curl up and cry. I feel like a freak and I don't know what to do. I know that I should know what happened to me is not my fault but I feel like it is. I feel like I should have done something and made it better before it got worse. I don't know how to feel anymore I just want to feel numb and feel better. What's wrong with me?
Being that I was homeschooled all my life, college has really been a new experience. Over the past 5 semesters I've learned that college doesn't just teach you things about certain subjects, it teaches you about yourself.
Introduction to Psychology was a HUGE eye opener. My teacher had a way of figuring out that one thing you're keeping hidden and working it to the surface and helping you cope with it. There were about 25 people in that class, and he knew everyone of us better than we knew ours
I've been poking around in the therapy part of the board. I remember my brief sessions in the past.
You know what I think a best friend is all the therapy I need.
I'm in a serious *%^% it mood. Don't worry I'm not suicidal. My family seems to worry. I don't know why. I don't say dark things around them. I mope around and want to cut a few branches off the family tree, but if you knew them you'd get it. I don't have a lot of family so cutting some branches is a serious thing. I'm more likely to
So I reactivated an old social site account today and uploaded some life event photos. Well my husbands mother (whom we have become estranged with due to abuse knowledge surfacing) deleted me as a friend from her list as soon as she could. I am just hurt and pissed that she would have the nerve to cut the last absolute tie she has with her son, without warning, or just the fact that she chooses to not communicate with us at all. And we just got married a few months ago. Ya think she would care,
Lots on my mind tonight, thought this would be the perfect time to start this blog.
Can't sleep due to nightmares. Last night's makes me not even want to close my eyes tonight.
This boy, that I really don't know what to call... I suppose he's my boyfriend? (It's extremely complicated and I'll spare you the details.)
He says he loves me, but I beg to differ because in my eyes he doesn't even know me... or at least the "real" me, because I don't even know her. I don't think I have feelings for
Lock eyes from across the room
Down my drink while the rhythms boom
Take your hand and skip the names
No need here for the silly games
Make our way through the smoke and crowd
The club is the sky and I'm on your cloud
Move in close as the lasers fly
Our bodies touch and the angels cry
Leave this place, go back to yours
Our lips first touch outside your doors
A whole night what we've got in store
Whisper in my ear that you want some more
It's a song.
My name is Alex and i was a victim of child abuse as a child. After the abuse it seemed as if I was able to block that traumatic memory in the back of my mind for about 18 to 20 years until I started to fall into depression i started to become more and more isolated and just being with my own thoughts those horrible memories came back. The thing that I believed made it worse is that sex is a taboo topic to bring up in my family and after it happened it was never talked about and I was never able
I am supposed to be doing better. Why? Because I left those who are hurting me, grandparents, uncles, and basically everyone on my fathers side of the family. I am dead to them.
This decision was necessarily, I know that, but it´s not something I wanted. I wanted to be able to live in peace with everyone. But they wouldn´t let me go so I had to take that step. How do I feel? Empty, scared, sad. I might have lost my father by doing this. And that breaks my heart.
My depression and anxiety has
I'm Skye, I know the rules, let's get on with this thing. Fair warning, I intend to swear profusely. If that is offensive, read someone else's blog. Now on to the show.
I am seriously pissed off at our friend Grey. But let me go back some.
I take the word "promise" very, very seriously. I will not say it if I do not intend to do my damndest to keep it. To date, this is true of all of us. A promise is a promise, and will be kept come hell or high water.
There is one promise that I disli
the anniversary was a month ago, i decided after 9 years to explain it to my best friend what happened to me, i always tought it was my fault but she encouraged me that it was not and to seek help, which i did. again. but since than she wont speak to me, the last thing she said was i need time i dont know how to help u, i told her she did help me but she dosent understand that. did i hurt her by telling her what happened, i don't know i wish i didnt tell her at all because she would still be he
How do people do it? I cannot ask the right question to save my life. Maybe because I don't like pointed questions.. so I don't ask any? Of course everyone else loves asking the right questions. Sometimes, yes, I need that one person... that when I say, "I'm fine." They look at me in the eye and call, "Bull." But there's been waaay too much of that lately.
I'm reclusive. I barely go out. I've skipped school and such so I don't have to deal with more than I can. I'm expert at dodging people, ke
I moved out of my house almost a year and a half ago because my mother had begun throwing my things away. So my girlfriend and her mother were very very kind in providing a new home for me rent free, with space for all my things that I could live and have my own space, and my own privacy-which is something that I never had living with my family.
I couldn't take my dog with me though because while I love my dog, she's in my mother's name and so I couldn't legally take her. I try to take care of
Love sucks. I know it's bad. I rather do meaningless relationships than be in love. It's easier. I knew before I got into it that I really shouldn't be in a relationship. It's just not something for me. I don't know how to make it work. I don't know how it's supposed to work. Does it even work? Most people I know are divorced more than once or unhappily in a relationship or just so much going on the relationship really is the least of the problems. I don't know what healthy is. The cards are sta
So, I finally fell off my horse. It was a silly mistake. I should have known better. He was overjumping a jump, as he often does, and I got too far forward, and got bounced off over his shoulder. He promptly stopped and began to eat grass right beside me as I gathered myself to get back up.
For those of you who have never seen my horse:
(Sorry for the poor quality!)
I still love my horse to death, and would not trade him for a well
I guess this is probably the best place to share this...I hate anniversaries of events I cannot forget...since I was 13 years old, year after year...I have had to recall the event that really destroyed my life...I blamed myself for years, never calling it what it really was, never giving it a name...but every year on that day- a little part of me died inside, because I kept telling myself "you should not have been there"....I hate that day, I cried all year long, year after year after year....an
I haven't posted on here in awhile. I went home from school for the summer and it was really interesting. Living with him after finally opening up to my parents about what happened was really hard. I didn't feel comfortable in my own space. I always wanted to leave. I hated being at work, but at least when I was at work I wasn't at home with him. Now I'm back at school and I'm trying to settle in but its really hard. I took a resident assistant position in the dorms and I love it, but I'm having
I'm Skye. I know the rules. Enough with the disclaimer already.
The collective "I" moved here just under three years ago. Nash is a nice enough town...but it's not my home.
I'm a Cardinal in exile, a St. Louis girl stuck in the south. And I am so homesick I could scream.
Watching Jeopardy on TV (and kicking some serious ass, I might add) there was a video clue, an image of Busch Stadium, complete with the Gateway Arch mowed into the outfield. Home. To make matters worse, the dope who a