ScotchIrishBitch's blog: "My Fuckin Blog Bitch"

Take my hand and lead the way; tell me all you want to say. Whisper softly in my ear, all those things I want to hear. Kiss my lips and touch my skin; bring out passions deep within. Pull me close and hold me near; take away my pain and fear. In the darkness of the night, be my beacon, shine your light. In the brightness of the sun, show me that you are the one. Give me wings so I can fly; for I can soar when you're nearby. Enter my heart, break down the wall, it's time for me to watch it fall. I've been a prisoner, can't you see? Break my chains and set me free. Strip me of my armor tight; you'll find I won't put up a fight. Release my soul held deep within . . . I'm ready now, let love begin.

Taking your hand Fingers to my lips I want to love every inch of you Taste every part of your body As if I can drink your loves blood Through your very pores I want to get lost in your eyes Consumed by your kiss Set my body on fire Quench the fire in my blood With sweet caresses Touch my soul with your passion Lay down beside me Feel my body crying for you Let's get lost in each other Touching, exploring, tasting We will exceed passion, go beyond bliss For this is our night Want me, like no other Need you, like the air that I breathe Together, one mind, one soul Fused in the heat of passionate love Existing in this moment Forever

Try Not To Cry BUT IF YOU FIND YOU CANNOT STOP UNTIL YOU REACH THE END THEN YOU MUST HAVE A VERY BIG HEART... Mommy.. Johnny brought a gun to school, He told his friends that it was cool, And when he pulled the trigger back, It shot with a great crack. Mommy, I was a good girl, I did What I was told, I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold! But Mommy, when I went to school that day, I never said good-bye, I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry. When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another, And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother. Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much, And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush. And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now, And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now, And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best; Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest. Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class, And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass. Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this, Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss. And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try, I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry. Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest, But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest. Mommy I ran as fast as I could, When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if you would, I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new, I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo. I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid, I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live. But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late, Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date. I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it's true, And Mommy all I say is, "Mommy, I love you." ***In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech Students Who Were Lost*** Please if you would, Don't smash this on the ground. If you pass this on, Maybe people will cry, Just keep this in your heart, For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye". Now you have 2 choices, 1) Pass this on, and show people you care, repost as "Try Not To Cry" 2) Don't send it, and you have just proven how cold-hearted you really

your going to read this, get some tissues. She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?" The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it." Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?" The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university." Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could." Sally walked out of Children's mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said: "Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm, sure the food will be great. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that? Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.

AS HE LAY ME DOWN TO HIT, I PRAY HIS DICK AINT SMALL AS SHIT. BUT IF HIS DICK AINT LONG AND THICK, I HOPE HE'S GOOD AT LICKIN CLIT * AMEN

Rest your head next to mine close your eyes and ignore the time Place your head upon my heart Fall asleep, don't fall apart In your sleep dream of me I dream of you in dreams I see Rest your head upon my chest Let my heartbeat say the rest Now you sleep and sleep so well Eyes are closed but dreams do tell I kiss your picture then close my eyes And dream of you throughout the night

A convict's woman is the rarest of jewels. She suffers just as much, if not more, then the man ?she visits in prison. She lives for the next visit, the day when they can be entwined in a world of their own. Focusing on each others thoughts, and not having to adhere to anyones ideas on what, or should not be but simply living each moment for each other. Being a convict is not an easy life, being his woman is even harder. It is she who must sacrifice so that her man can have luxuries that are taken for granted on the outside. It is she who must inform family and friends that her man is not at home. Not because he doesn't want to be there but because he is unable to. It is she who must make more social adjustments then her man. She is the forgotten victim, suffering from a cause not of her making She is ostracized by her employers and landlords By loving a convict she is subjected to carry an unwanted case of suspious When asked how she can love a man that she can not hold each night She replies, that it is not necessary to have your man physically...that their love is strong enough to withstand the trials of seperation and time She is a treasure beyond description no value can be placed on her She makes her man feel vitally alive she knows that she is needed When the day comes that they are united It is the day when all sacrifices she has made will be WORTH the price she has paid....

My Darling, How I miss your touch I miss your whisper of "I love you so much" Your love is so sweet, so gentle, so tender So wonderful - just like the sender My love for you is so true and so deep I pray that my love you will forever keep I love you more each and every day I love you, Baby - in every way I love it when you Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! ! ! ! ! OMG - that makes me Purrrrrrrrrrr! ! ! ! LYL - is where I want to be Me pleasing you and you pleasing me I want to be touching you - skin to skin Baby - I am ready for our life to begin I am counting the days until then You will long for love - never again I will love you like crazy for the rest of your life You will have the best friend, lover and wife I want to be your everything I want to be what makes your heart sing I love you, Darling - please never doubt I love you so much - I want to Shout Until we are together again - hold me in your heart I am holding you in mine - as I have from the start

Loving a prisoner is not an easy thing to do, Nobody knows this better than you; It only gets harder day after day, So giving me your heart is a high price to pay, Promising to me, saying you'll wait, Knowing someday soon they will open those gates. Hoping and waiting for a letter each day, For the smile I get each time one comes my way. Tell me you love me and miss me so, Because if you don't I really need to know. Loving a prisoner is not much fun, But it is worth the wait when the time is done, My time is written in volumes of three... The Past, The Present, and They Yet to Be. The past is over and miles away. The Present we're living from day to day. The yet to be is the best of the three, We'lll spend it together just you and me...

Interior sounds clang back and forth unable to escape walls contained by more walls callous, concrete, obdurate built to remind insiders of their lovelessness outside you are, moving softly smoothing the pillow on your bed placing a woven mat under your bowl to spare the wooden table pouring orange juice sun through the open window touching your shoulder I remember running and the smell of summer grass my body was my own I breathed in the blue of the sky and spoke it to you if I were allowed a sharp implement I'd cut a piece of sky somehow find some way to smuggle it to you you would laugh your wide laugh wrap it around a cloud of raindrops But don't send it back in here send me the scent of your hair and thoughts as wild as horses used to be