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"wrapped In Plastic" (marilyn Manson)
guilt is a snake we beat with a rake to grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake feed it to us to squirm in our bellies twisting our guts make our spines to jelly stay, don't want to go now drove the children from their chores handcrafted housewives into whores fear of the beast is calling it near creating what we're hating, it's only fear that is here stay, don't want to go now come into our home, won't you stay? i know the steak is cold but its wrapped in plastic come into our home, won't you stay? i know the steak is cold but its wrapped in plastic i'm only as deep as the self that i dig i'm only as sick as the stick in the pig "thin and so white, thin and so white" daddy tells the daughter while mommy's sleeping at night to wash away sin you must take off your skin the righteous father wears the yellowist grin "don't wanna go now" stay, don't wanna go now, stay, don't wanna go now come into our home, won't you stay? i know the steak is cold but its wrapped in

"wrap It Up"
T.V. show after T.V. Show, movie after movie, sex has become the most talked about subject of all. Write a book on the subject sex it will sale. But what happen to informing society about having safe sex. Safe sex is the way to go by using protection (condom) "Wrap it up" is a quote that needs to be more worldly advertised a little bit more. There are way too many diseases spreading for people not to practice safe sex. Believe it or not there are diseases out there that haven't been name or discovered but are spreading at a rapid rate. We've got to put a stop to it and the only thing we can do is inform others what can possibility happen if they wish not to practice safe sex. Time and time again I see girls get pregnant and do not have the finances to take care of a child or start a family. If you are going to have sex wrap it up or else you may catch something you can't delete and handle. Sexual diseases are real people make the decision to wrap it up before it's too late.

Wrapped In Your Love
Oh the burning, yearning desires deep within the need I have to be with you, again and again seeing your pictures warms me so much I grin as I daydream of holding you close; skin to skin. I close my eyes and you are always here with me it feels so natural, us together under the trees as our love sweetly grows, like a gentle breeze then I open my eyes and you’re still across the seas. The October winds are carrying to you my kiss to show how deeply your presence is missed the dampness in the air is my tears, not the rains mist to be forever yours is my greatest wish. These flooding desires make me ache for you so sending you my love; it’s deep and true it’s as crisp and clear as the morning dew; wrapped in your love keeps out the blues. LSR 1 October 2007 0255 hours To Sinan with love From Lori

Wrapped Up
Wrapped Up One glance in your direction And this sensation takes flight I'm hopelessly lost in your eyes And I don't want to be found Wrapped in your blissful smile Losing all sense of reality Consumed by your sultry scent Conveying images in my head Your voice silently appeared in my heart As if it genuinely belongs there This yearning I have to be with you Has quickly grown fierce The passion in how you hold me Haunts my aching dreams This pull you have on me Shows no sign of weakening The charm you effortlessly radiate Has me utterly mystified Under your playful spell I am wrapped up in you And I don't want to let go

The Wraps
I'm trying to figure out what I need to do or say, that will demonstrate a really great product that helps people who want to tighten up some skin on their person, and even loose some weight. I've only used the stuff around my eyes, in an attempt to lesson even loose the crows feet, and I have to admit that in the small amount I have used, I can definitely see a significant change. My old man, he uses a wrap that is applied to his neck and face, he's gone from having a 3 chin down to barely a double chin, a couple more wraps and it will disappear. And he's 72 years old. I have invested into this program and I'm looking for positive feedback from others. I posted a mumm and for the most part got nothing but negative feedback. What do I need to do to get some positive feedback?

Wrapping Presents With A Cat:
1. Clear large space on table for wrapping present. 2. Go to wardrobe and collect bag in which present is contained, and close door. 3. Open door and remove cat from wardrobe. 4. Go to cupboard and retrieve rolls of wrapping paper. 5. Go back and remove cat from cupboard. 6. Go to drawer and collect transparent sticky tape, ribbons, scissors, labels, etc. 7. Lay out present and wrapping materials on table, to enable wrapping strategy to be formed. 8. Go back to drawer to get string, remove cat that has been in the drawer since last visit, and collect string. 9. Remove present from bag. 10. Remove cat from bag. 11. Open box to check present, remove cat from box, replace present. 12. Lay out paper to enable cutting to size. 13. Cut the paper to size, trying to keep the cutting line straight. 14. Throw away first sheet because cat tried to chase the scissors and tore paper. 15. Cut second sheet of paper to size by putting cat in the bag the presen

Wrapped Around
Tattered, Torn Broken, Worn Thrown to the side Lost, Tossed Hard to recognize Beaten, Mistreaten Living a Lie Wet from the tears Filled with the regret Of the past years rejected, neglected left all alone visable holes crawled on, stomped on given away Only to survive another day!

Wrapping Presents With A Cat
1. Clear large space on table for wrapping present. 2. Go to wardrobe and collect bag in which present is contained, and close door. 3. Open door and remove cat from wardrobe. 4. Go to cupboard and retrieve rolls of wrapping paper. 5. Go back and remove cat from cupboard. 6. Go to drawer and collect transparent sticky tape, ribbons, scissors, labels, etc. 7. Lay out present and wrapping materials on table, to enable wrapping strategy to be formed. 8. Go back to drawer to get string, remove cat that has been in the drawer since last visit, and collect string. 9. Remove present from bag. 10. Remove cat from bag. 11. Open box to check present, remove cat from box, replace present. 12. Lay out paper to enable cutting to size. 13. Cut the paper to size, trying to keep the cutting line straight. 14. Throw away first sheet because cat tried to chase the scissors and tore paper. 15. Cut second sheet of paper to size by putting cat in the

Wrapped
she asked to be wrapped, so I cuffed her and put her leg irons on, attaching her steel chain to her collar and irons, put her into the bed of the truck and drove for miles into the woods.. I yanked her out of the truck.."come girl". Making My way through the woods I found the tree that I wanted, and began wrapping her against it with wire.. the barbs slowly pressing deep as I wrapped her tight against this tree. I wondered if the tree was really thinking about all this. Actually I could have cared less about any of it, especially her. she began screaming as the wire ripped and tore her skin..breasts..I tightened down more..I left her there..screaming

The Wrapping Paper Test
You Are Dependable and Trustworthy You approach the holidays with drive and determination. You're usually the one who does all of the organizing and work. You love being in charge of Christmas dinner, decorating the tree, and picking out presents. You know that everything will be perfect, as long as you're the one behind the wheel. Of all the types, you're the most likely to search far and wide to find the best deal on the gifts you give. You're also the most likely to have a very detailed system for how you wrap and label presents. The Wrapping Paper Test

Wrapped In Chains
Everything is long gone Trying to stay strong Nothing seems to stay today Everything was here then it all went away The pain that lurks inside Running out of room to hide Take the things that comfort the soul Soon those things will make me lose control The walls are closing in To recover and to go on, where to begin? Living in a pool of lies Putting on a daily disguise Creating the power and the speed For more and more the obsession is becoming a need Adrenaline is the fire in this blaze Actions and a different way of thinking proves this is not a phase The future seems a world away Every second and minute is the length of a day Memories often attacking like a disease Tears and sad thoughts make people freeze The heart is cold as ice, no use to roll the dice Retired from seeing other people is the best advice Raise up the walls and close those doors Invisible again to the world and many stores Just like ground hog day one day I will be out Once agai

Wrapped Around His Cock
He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. I was staring at his cock that had to be at least 8 inches long. I slowly stroked his cock with my hand. Pumping him. I opened my mouth and slowly engulfed his cock. Now this was the first time I had ever had a cock in my mouth and I loved it. He must have loved it too. He had both hands on my head shoving his meat deep in my throat. I fondled his balls as he fucked my face. I knew he was getting close to cumming. His nuts were swelling. He pulled out of my throat and held his cock head in my mouth. Then the first wave of cum hit the back of my throat. At first I gagged. Then I started swallowing as fast as I could. Pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. When I had sucked the last little bit of nectar from his deflating cock I pulled him out and started wiping my face with his cock. He pulled me to my feet and we locked into a deep kiss. I had never frenched anyone before. He was trying to pull my tongue out my mouth b

Wrap Up
This is an "all in one" type blog. I'm too lazy to write separate ones. Thank you to everyone who sent me birthday wishes, fu gifts, bling, pimp outs, the ticker and the autos; I appreciate it so much. :D Thanks to everyone for rating me and helping me getting closer to Godfather. I know some of you like making pics and such, so this is just a FYI: my VIP expires in 2 days, so if you made me something and I forgot to get it or you're planning on making me something, let me know, because I won't be able to upload it after Thursday. The autos: they were a birthday gift--a complete surprise. Yes, I've asked people to rate me; I don't really expect a lot. I know it gets boring rating after awhile. I've gotten a lot of points and fu bucks from them and that's awesome. However, I am not paying for people to rate me. If you want fu bucks or bling or whatever else--you need to look elsewhere. I will help level my friends without motivation because I know what it feels like to be

Wrap It Up
NOTE: This was inspired by creating this fubar account, logging in and being hit with spam witnin seconds... some sex thang. If it wasn't for the obese woman in leather I might have been switched on... We as a society have grown to become perverts... And that's fucking amazing. What I hate is a prude. That whole body chastity won't do doggie style sort of attitude sucks the big one. My question to you is WHY THE FUCK NOT?! You have a body for a reason... the second you're yanked from your Mommas whoseewhatsit, slapped on the ass and welcomed to this shit can we call the world you begin to die. We're all time bombs... some were wired better than others. Some fuck up their wiring beyond repair but regardless we have a very small window to enjoy life. So why not enjoy the best gift you can possibly enjoy... a nice fuck. I mean seriously. It boggles my mind. Sexual exploration is a way of life, it's healthy (wrap_it) and above all feels fucking great. Why not do it sideways and right w

Wrapped In Gold
A poem old has verses wrapped in gold As rhythmic beauty pours from every line, A magic gift with music to behold. Sophisticated language ripe and bold Applied with master crafted strokes sublime, A poem old has verses wrapped in gold. A reservoir of riches there we mold Inside a tapestry spread over time, A magic gift with music to behold. As summer heat turns into winter cold, These songbird troubadours sing out their rhyme,A poem old has verses wrapped in gold.Perfection flows from words these poets told In metronomic splendor like a chime, A magic gift with music to behold. The modern poets cannot lift their load While writing pablum far removed from prime, A poem old has verses wrapped in gold, A magic gift with music to behold. Poem By Tammy C.

Wrapup 1-last Throes Of Libya War Focus On Sirte
Libyan rebel forces were converging on Muammar Gaddafi's hometown of Sirte on Monday, hoping to deliver the coup de grace of their revolution but uncertain if the fallen strongman was holed up there. The fugitive Gaddafi's exact whereabouts where still not known and it was possible he was still in hiding in Tripoli, five days after it fell to rebel forces and his 42-year-old reign collapsed. NATO war planes struck at Sirte, on the Mediterranean coast, for a third day on Sunday, a spokesman for the multi-national alliance said in Brussels. "We're paying close attention to what's happening in Sirte because we know that there are remnants of the regime that are there," the spokesman said. On the ground, gucci outlet rebel forces also closed in and said they would seize Sirte by force if negotiations for its surrender failed. Gaddafi was born near Sirte, 450 km (300 miles) east of Tripoli, in 1942 and after he seized power in 1969 he built it up from a sleepy fishing village into an import

Wrap Your Arms Around It
When you walk upon the beach, you leave footprints behind. The same goes for your heart, body and mind. Once someone walks through, marking their place. Their intensity takes over, it is never erased. For they had the power, not to be heard. They spoke to your soul, without saying a word. They took you by surprise, sent your world spinning. Taking you back, to before the beginning. A place where the slate is wiped clean, the past doesn’t exist. Leaving you wanting more, the passion to persist. For they have given you the strength, the whisper of self-belief. Opened you up to a new world, dwelling beyond your own grief. That is true power, at its best. Wrap your arms around it, for you have been blessed.

Wr Are Going Backwards
Sharpton: Congress should grill Jena DA By MARY FOSTER, Associated Press Writer 2 hours, 28 minutes ago http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070920/ap_on_re_us/school_fight Thousands of chanting demonstrators filled the streets of this little Louisiana town Thursday in support of six black teenagers initially charged with attempted murder in the beating of a white classmate. The crowd broke into chants of "Free the Jena Six" as the Rev. Al Sharpton arrived at the local courthouse with family members of the jailed teens. Sharpton told the Associated Press that he and Reps. Maxine Waters, D-Calif., Sheila Jackson Lee, D-Texas, and William Jefferson, D-La., will press the House Judiciary Committee next week to summon the district attorney to explain his actions before Congress. This could be the beginning of a 21st century's civil rights movement challenge disparities in the justice system, he said, and he said he planned a November march in Washington. "What we need is federa

Wrath Of A Scorned Heart
Well here I am writing a poem, God knows I've done everything else. I've cussed you out, I've cut myself There seems to be no real way out. See what you did was inexcusable. You used my heart as a rag and now it's unusable. I gave you what little I had to give, but that was'nt enough you stubborn selfcentered Pig. With everyone wrapped around your little finger They never even saw you pull the trigger. You Dog: two girls after six loving months, But you lied to my face and thats what really sucks. See there can be no place in this world for scum like you. Thinking about yourself is all you wan't to do. Manipulating anyone who crosses your path. Well guess what Jack... This girl is done with that. I hope your eyes soon find this poem, Because when they do. You and the whole world will know of the pain And agonizing Hell you put me through. Now my soul is broken and bruised. I had enough problems and what kills is that, You Knew! I was your rock, the on

Wrath And Condemnation
As we venture through the Elysian Fields and to the holy abysmal depths of hell we begin to see the message. The message that was said to have been lost eons ago. As we present this message that’ll shake this world it will be but a figment of the imagination since nothing presents good news than subliminal messages in the ear. These messages that we saw was part of a script that we shall proclaim it with exaltation. In exaltation we say: These beginnings of an ending are so unclear yet these endings of a beginning are so unclear also. Although this could be understood or misunderstood like an idea. Therefore we compromise the ideas that The beginnings of any beginning are clear-and-the endings of any ending are also clear. To such an extent thy can be so clear and nearly precise that the slightest provocation will not cause a flinch. To such an extent they can be so blurry with muddled obsolete that disorder and chaos are friends. To such an extent there is tha

Wrath.
?? Which Of The Seven Deadly Sins Are You ?? You are Wrath/Anger!Wow... who got you so mad huh ?? You have serious anger issues!! with a rage that seems somewhat deadly, and a temper that is easily raised, you are by far the scariest sin. You tend to let the little things get to you, and are stressed fairly easily - and woe be it to any of your enemies. On the positive side, you're independent, powerful and a definite leader, if you could just control your moods!Congratulations on being the toughest!! ...and the most independent of all the 7 deadly sins!Take this quiz! Quizilla | Join | Make A Quiz | More Quizzes | Grab Code

Wrathful!
unguided certitude lead you to unforgivable blunder to pass private annotations is an unforgivable offense embarrassment followed by disbelief consume my gut disgusted and horrified by you action i sit with heavy heart absolution for the deed done is not even a distinguishable privilege which you will ever possess to occupy domination over an unseen victim is moraly vile

.wrath.of.me.
things for which you will die a horrible death. 1. if you want to get up before the birds start singing their song...by all means do so...at your own house...far the fuck away from me. 2. if you see that other people are sleeping at such an hour...don't fucking make assloads of noise...or talk to people upstairs while you're downstairs. 3. never ever wake the baby. 4. walking past my room...does not mean peek in and see if i'm sleeping and if my eyes happen to open in a bleary haze...this does not mean speak. 5. if you're a coffee drinker...and awake...(please see numbers 1 - 4)...make fucking coffee. not gee i think this is coffee...real coffee...hot coffee...drinkable coffee. 6. do not bitch to me about how early you woke up during my first cup of coffee and my first cigarette...cuz a - i dun give a fuck and b - people have died for less. 7. if you're a happy happy joy joy morning person?...keep it to yourself. no one here gives a shit...especially in the kitchen

Wrath Like A Rocket
Wrath Like a Rocket by Raindear816© (Sweet Lil Wicked One) For years she prayed but the memories stayed She remained afraid to think. In the mirror she saw what others might call beauty But she slit her wrists at the sink. Above average intelligence didn't catch the boys' glance so she showed them more of her body. A smart slut with charm on the hottest guy's arm wasn't enough-- She fixed herself another toddy. Memories flooded in as he ravaged her skin-- the flashbacks of innocence taken. A little girl who was sweet and gullible too blamed herself. Not realizing she was mistaken. Years they flew the memories did too with every climax and drop of sweat. Therapy reminded her Promises of love blinded her but the shame she couldn't forget. One day she returned to the town where she was burned by the sick pedophillic bastard. Walking on the street while trees swayed in the windy heat memories made her run faster. An all to

Wrath
angered..... i always am... i dont know why... I HATE THIS!!!!!!!! i dont know how to stop... FUCKING KILL YOU ALL!!!!!!!! i try... to control... my temper... BUT IT JUST ISNT.... FUCKING!!!!!!!! happening...... im turning... into an animal..... DONT KNOW HOW!!!!!! to STOP!!!! stop IM THE FUCKING !!!!!!!! beast... im the one.... who.... KILLS!!!!!!! im the... BEAST!!!! in you all.... im the rage.... that builds inside..... i am... the Beast....

Wrath Incantation
Stars combine Gods and Goddesses rejoin. Flow through this heart and give me strength. I strive for the knowledge and the means to smite my enemies. Give me the power of Tyr, my God of war and law and The power of Freya, my Goddess of love, beauty, war, magic and wisdom To guide my wrath that I shall give through the power of your grace. Hel, my Goddess of death and afterlife, take my putrid undeserving enemies Into your arms and embrace them with your fury. As I kneel here before my alter, I ask this of you my precious, Beloved Deities of grace with an open heart and mind. Ready and willing for the dagger of fire to be plunged in if you so wish.

Wrath
WRATH Wrath (or anger) may be described as inordinate and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger. These feelings can manifest as vehement denial of the truth, both to others and in the form of self-denial, impatience with the procedure of law, and the desire to seek revenge outside of the workings of the justice system (such as engaging in vigilantism) and generally wishing to do evil or harm to others. The transgressions borne of vengeance are among the most serious, including murder, assault, and in extreme cases, genocide. (See Crimes against humanity.) Wrath is the only sin not necessarily associated with selfishness or self interest (although one can of course be wrathful for selfish reasons, such as jealousy). Dante described vengeance as "love of justice perverted to revenge and spite". Bi Rebel Gypsy¢¾Southern Sex Symbol Member...Wrath of the Se7en Sins@ fubar

Wrath Of The Tempest
The rain falls continuously at a light pace, winds blowing with a mild feel of fear carried along with it, the sky is at a gray, while everything moves normally..... The sky opens up and brings in the light of the warming sun as the distance in the far begins to blacken everything that seemed to be at a normal comes to a halt as nature stops on it's land of passing.... Suddenly the wind howls out with anger and begins a roar the Greek Gods themselves would be impressed by, the blackened horizon blankets all visibility of those who stand and look in awe, as the others who laugh and pretend as they are in no danger begin to show panic. The Tempest arrives with sudden great force dropping down Hell from where Heaven was meant to be, those who thought they were better and those who thought they were in control are swallowed in their own minds as they pray for reasoning of the God which they believe me have caused this in some sort of anger, knowing little that they were praying for all of

W3rd
This is were i'm supposed to write whats on my mind n shit soooo.. sex food sleep porn money eggrolls cigarettes gin rum sex porn girlz girlz girlz HOOKAHRADIO.COM ummm more sex porn food sleep n watermelon and the anti-comma movemnt..fuck a " , " ...the end

W0rd
My horoscope was this the other day.. It's tough to let go of the way we want things to be and learn to accept how they really are. But once you do, you'll see that reality is the only safe place to stand -- and that it's not such a bad place after all. --- w0rd!

Wreaths For The Fallen ~ty Sims~
----------------- Bulletin Message ----------------- From: Sims Date: Nov 29 2006 1:53 PM Rest easy, sleep well my brothers. Know the line has held, your job is done. Rest easy, sleep well. Others have taken up where you fell, the line has held. Peace, peace, and farewell... Readers may be interested to know that these wreaths -- some 5,000 -- are donated by the Worcester Wreath Co. of Harrington, Maine. The owner, Merrill Worcester, not only provides the wreaths, but covers the trucking expense as well. He's done this since 1992. A wonderful guy. Also, most years , groups of Maine school kids combine an educational trip to DC with this event to help out. Making this even more remarkable is the fact that Harrington is in one the poorest parts of the state. Please share this with everyone. Click on "reply to poster" then copy and hit the back button then paste in a new bulletin and post!

The Wreath
The Wreath By Sherri Andervich For their Christmas holiday project, Cassie's Blue Bird troop planned to visit a nursing home. "Folks in nursing homes are often too old or too sick to be home alone," Mrs. Peters, the group leader, told the little girls. "Maybe they have no relatives; maybe families are far away or unable to help. We're going to cheer them with carols and bring them gifts we've made." Placing the last flower on her wreath, Cassie wondered about the person whose name she drew - Mabel - somewhere between sixty and eighty. Not yet ten, Cassie had difficulty identifying with "old." Her grandparents played golf, traveled a lot and had plenty of loving relatives. Outside, a car horn blared. Cassie scooped up her wreath and rushed to join her friends. The Blue Birds, a junior version of Camp Fire Girls, soon arrived at a modest cottage. A matron greeted them enthusiastically. "The folks are just so looking forward to your visit," she said

Wreath Ceremony
Wreath Ceremony An ivy wreath is being used as the base (introduced by a friend who will relate it to ivy's traditional meanings, including the marital connection). Various friends and family members will add sprigs of various plants/flowers with traditional meanings related to marriage... PERSON #1 (placing wreath on altar): This wreath symbolizes the marriage that _________ and _________ are celebrating here today. We, their friends and their family, will create a visual symbol of their vows... A wreath that will decorate their home, as love decorates their lives. This wreath will let them remember the love shared by all of us here today. PERSON #2: The wreath has been created from ivy, a traditional symbol of Matrimony and Friendship. The circular shape of the wreath mirrors the rings that _________ and _________ have exchanged and symbolizes the never ending devotion that they pledge each other on this day. Ivy does not "feed upon" the tree or stone it clings to, and this

Wreaths Across America
There's a sacred place near here. It's a place where warriors are remembered. They are immortalized with an eastern redbud tree. This tree was chosen because it blooms beautiful bright pink flowers in late March to early April. The same time that the war in Iraq began. There are 363 trees on the walk at the moment. Each tree is dedicated to a fallen soldier. A granite marker with rank and name stand in front. Some trees give you a sense of who the soldier was in life. I'm always amazed at the things you find at the base of the trees. Books, toy cars, flags, beer bottles, soda cans, pictures, angels..you name it and there's a chance it's there. Sadly however some soldiers don't have family nearby. Their trees are much more simple. Two American flags, a small bouquet of silk flowers and the marker are all they have. It's a very sad thing to see. On December 15th, 2007 however every tree got a little taste of Christmas when 363 wreaths were laid in conjunction with the Wreaths Across Amer

Wreck 10/6/2006
I was in a wreck back on 10/6/2006. Someone ran a stop sign and I t-boned them. Thank god for once they had insurance. For some reason when someone hits me, I must be a magnet for a noninsured person to hit. Really I am really shocked that the truck had insurance because the driver did not speak english nor did he have a driver License, but then again that is real real common here in Texas. Dont know about ever where else but here in Lone Star State it is. Anyways, they told me my SUV would be ready 10/25/2006, well that day has come and gone. Now they are telling me next Tuesday. We shall see. There was no internal damage (thank god because it was a head on (my head on to their side of truck collision) just alot of body damage. Front end and driver side damage. You know the shitty part of it is that I havent even had my SUV for a year yet. DAMN THE LUCK.... Atleast everyone is ok. My airbags did not deploy, but then again when you have 42 DD who needs air bags? Atleast tha

Wreck Of The Day
Driving away from the wreck of the day And the light's always red in the rear view Desperatly close to a coffin of hope I'd cheat destiny just to be near you And if this is giving up then I'm giving up If this is giving up then I'm giving up On love Driving away from the wreck of the day And I'm thinking 'bout calling on Jesus Cause love doesn't hurt so I know I'm not falling in love I'm just falling to pieces And if this is giving up then I'm giving up If this is giving up then I'm giving up On love And maybe I'm not up for being a victim of love When all my resistance will never be distance enough Driving away from the wreck of the day And it's finally quiet in my head Driving alone, finally on my way home To the comfort of my bed And if this is giving up then I'm giving up If this is giving up then I'm giving up On love

Wreck Off Spain Holds Secret To Ancient Delicacy
Thu Nov 16, 10:59 AM ET Scientists hope to piece together the recipe for an ancient Roman fish sauce from storage jars found in a 2,000-year-old shipwreck off the eastern coast of Spain, the co-director of the project said on Thursday. "The remains are in excellent condition," said Carles de Juan, co-director of the project, who works for Valencia's regional government. The well-preserved wreck of the first-century merchant vessel was discovered in 2000 when a ship's anchor got tangled in its cargo. Scientists now hope the discovery of more than 1,200 storage jars, each a metre high, will yield samples with unbroken seals, allowing them to recreate the recipe for the sauce, a delicacy in ancient Roman households. The wreck is unusual in that it lies in shallow water near the coast and also holds important lessons about ancient trade routes. "Normally ships like this sink very, very far from the coast, they are practically impossible to find," de Juan said. "The boa

The Wrecking Yard
Gather round to hear this tale A story which has grown old Torn of their pride Stars crash and collide The wrecking yard's grown cold They may laugh and they may say that This doesn't happen oh no If you happen to see them just listen Take away some of their pain tonight These are saddened times today This sickened place we live We walk right through the wrecking yard It's nothing that we give Listen now to the songs they sing They try to stay warm But the cold it stays Houses are worn Absent of storm They're learning how tonight Dancing in the night They're shining up above the sky Laughing in their darkest times You'll see them asleep in the rain tonight These are saddened times today This sickened place we live We walk right through the wrecking yard It's nothing that we give These are saddened times today This sickened place we live We're walking right on through the wrecking yard It's nothing that we give we're going We're going We're walking right

The Wreck Of My Soul
I woke today from dreaming, and tried to stop myself from screaming, for all the sights and sounds of day, and while the light streamed through and lit the way, I tried, and failed to reach the shore. White sands that burn and turn my soul to glorious fire, and the quicksilver coursing through my heart, turns to dust as I rise. My eyes turn inward as I roar, in defiance of chains that do not bear my name, and never will, and yet, never to know what it is to belong. Never to belong to someone else, and always only to myself, there is no torment greater than this, not to know the tender kiss that scorching, sears his name upon my lips. The sweet torment of never knowing, never showing, never giving freely, never hearing my name upon the lips of one beloved. But now we must tend our gardens and ourselves, and beg for pardons always in thought, word and deed, ever and always masked. My soul is wrecked upon that shore, as surely as if I'd b

Wrecked
wrecked you wrecked my life the day you ran away was it fun for you you wanted to go home no one was there we found you downtown the cops told us where to find you you wrecked my life do you even care what you did to me it was wrong to run away you went home to your family i love you still even if you did wreck everything for me do you care at all that you hurt me by running away did you get a laugh did you get it out of your system was it fun wrecking my life hope you are happy now with the way things went hope you like what you have done the things you did it was all wrong you should not run away look at how things have turned out you have wrecked my life you shouldnt have done what you did people do it but its not right you should never run away get help if something is wrong dont run away from it you wrecked my life by Melissa Dumler

Wrecked Muh Truck....
Looking at the photo's of my wrecked Blazer, I still cannot come to grips with how I managed to be alive, and with no serious injuries. How do you flip twice, and still be here? Of course, I am a hurting unit..thats not to say I didnt suffer any inuries........My seatbelt was on.. but I dont think thats the only reason why. Just who was in the truck with me? I had no passengers, at least not that I knew of. HE was with me. I didn't know it at the time, though. I wonder what is in store for me? HE must of saved me for something more in my life. There has to be more.... Was it just karma for good deeds in my past?, and did I use it up that night? Am I going to have something great in my life come to me? How was I picked out of so many that night that were in similar accidents?....Why was I chosen? Do you think I think too much about it? I should just let it go, and be THANKFULL to HIM.

The Wreck
Anoher tease...who knows when more will come...depends on reacion I guess. Cyssan; The Kiss of Death Marcus Slaine, once field captain of the SchutzStaffel, maneuvered his motorcycle through the treacherous Romanian mountains. The clouds billowed behind him, a cloak of darkness threatening to engulf him. He throttled the cycle faster, not wanting to be caught in the impending storm. The thickening sky glowered over him, retribution for his treason. Until a few days ago, he had been a respected member of the German army, helping to secure the Lebensraum, the Fuhrer had promised. After the failure of the first World War, the German people had been crushed, dictated to by outside forces. Hitler had brought the hope of living a better life, free from such bondage. But somewhere, things had gone horribly astray. Marcus had become concerned when the focus to round up the Jews began. Yes, they posed a threat to the national economy, hiding millions of deutschmarks away, but were it r

Wreck Pics Uploaded
got pics of the harley after the wreck upoloaded now in my profile....it don't look to bad after rollin 3 times!!! Am still thankful to God for looking over me that day!!! *sniles* Rod aka HarleyCowboy

Wrecks
well ladies and gentle men.. i got into my first wreck in my truck that i've had for not yet 2 years (welllllllll ok it's my second wreck but i don't count the first since it was my fault and did no damage to my truck) here i was on a thursday morning , just got adjusted by the chiropractor and man oh man was i feeling really good.. my neck wasnt hurting anymore and that damn achey left arm i've had for years finally wasnt there.... so i get into my truck, drive down the road, 5 minutes into the trip *sqeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeling of my tires* *bammmmmmmmmmm as the lady hits my truck* *crashhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the ladys window breaks* *thump thump as my truck goes up and curve* then silence as both vehicals stop making all the wracket and sit still' now to really give you the details.. see i was in the left hand lane, the lady was in the center lane, her vehical is ahead of mine but i'm catching up to her (and no ladies and gents i was not speeding which is a miracle) the lady moves into my

Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald
Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald, music and lyrics c1976 by Gordon Lightfoot The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee." The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead when the skies of November turn gloomy. With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty, that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed when the "Gales of November" came early. The ship was the pride of the American side coming back from some mill in Wisconsin. As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most with a crew and good captain well seasoned, concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms when they left fully loaded for Cleveland. And later that night when the ship's bell rang, could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'? The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound and a wave broke over the railing. And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too 'twas the witch of November come stealin'.

Wreck With 2 Connotations For Those Who Personally Know Me
July has been a month of crushes for me both emotianally an financially........Thanks to all you good peeps out there......Finally got my truck back after the deer in VA along I-77 on the 3rd,Yay!.....Gotta say the Cruiser was nice though....An this is for you Caliegh my best friend,heck no!......Them brakes don't squeek anymore!.....Love ya girl,just glad you got home safely an in one piece....Shout at yall later

Wrecked
Well, lets see.... I wrecked my car today! I was re-ended on Jackson where it splits into Westview, getting ready to turn into where my friend Deb works. We were at a complete stop, and the next thing i knew i was facing the concrete wall, hurting like none other! I just plain hurt! My neck, back and head hurt the worst, I've got bruises on my shins, and my thighs! Thank god for seatbelts in this situation!!!!!

Wrecking Stuff Is Fun
You scored as Tank Commander, You are the most destructive fool in this quiz, you like power, big guns, cruching cars, and a lot of other things that have to do with mahen and explosionsTank Commander85% Sniper80% Foot Soldier60% What soldier would you be in the iraq war?created with QuizFarm.com

Wreck
Alright, in case you haven't heard, I got into wreck on Feb. 12, 2008. I"m not gonna go into much details, but a car ran out in front of me and I hit him. I was driving my 18-wheeler. I know for sure his SUV is totaled, but my rig may be fixable. They decided to put me in a different rig. Both of us are ok, no injuries that I know of. I'll try to post some pics of my rig later when I can.

Wreck2
I can't upload pics of the wreck on her cause I don't have enought space. I will when I level. If you still wanna see the pics, lemme know, I'll direct you to myspace acct and accept you as a friend so you can see em. Hope everyone has a great weekend. Redneck

Wreck
Well it happened was taking the kids to meet their mom had about 60 miles to go was entering onto I-95 heading south when all of a sudden wham I hit the guard rail gashed my head open it really hurts bad still no stiches refused medical attention although I might have to go because it has been bleeding since yesterday and wont stop. Most important the kids they were all right selt belted in more scared than anything especially after seeing all the blood running down my face. Thankfully it happen at 30 miles per hour not 70 or 80, on the interstated cause I wouldnt be here writing this nor maybe neitehr my boys, my steering just went out which cause my truck to jerk left in the turn and hit the rail causing the front wheel to snap off and we went up onto the rail almost going over down the embankment. All is good we are alive and I am still here to raise my kids.

Wrecking Our Realities~ By Jd
Awake i will rise into the thresh hold, Undeserving and not yet prepared to get ahead. Some of these people spened their whole lives never realizing, There are a chosen few in life, Are forever prone to lose this epic battle, Disguising their own realities, Harbouring lost in thought over all the heart breaks. Never wanting to intentionly wreck anyone, Almost to the point i could lose control, I would like to compare it to the mad man who finally gets that ultimate power in his fingertips. Dreadful look from his eye that reassures you not to come inbetween him and his obsession, Body numb but stuck in stance, Danger surrounds, All that is golden will not always bring us that bliss. My life is constantly screaming right into my darkened face, I cant tell you the last time i could stand to see my reflection and like the man i see. Life is so much more than the fronts we use to disguise when we are broken, I look at myself in this bitter fight, Needed to have a second gl

Wrecking Ball!
We clawed, we chained our hearts in vain We jumped never asking why We kissed, I fell under your spell. A love no one could deny Don't you ever say I just walked away I will always want you I can't live a lie, running for my life I will always want you I came in like a wrecking ball I never hit so hard in love All I wanted was to break your walls All you ever did was wreck me Yeah, you, you wreck me I put you high up in the sky And now, you're not coming down It slowly turned, you let me burn And now, we're ashes on the ground Don't you ever say I just walked away I will always want you I can't live a lie, running for my life I will always want you I came in like a wrecking ball I never hit so hard in love All I wanted was to break your walls All you ever did was wreck me I came in like a wrecking ball Yeah, I just closed my eyes and swung Left me crashing in a blazing fall All you ever did was wreck me Yeah, you, you wreck me I never meant to start a war I just wanted you to le

W Related Bullsh!t
how about all the harssing and the bullshitty rules......can i get fired for this probably, but at ths point i dont give a shit! been working there over a year and they dont do shit for you, they treat you like a salve, all they do is bitch and complain because their lives wont go anywhere....there stuck. you ask to get insurance and all they do is say "ok we will get you the papers to fill out" umm hello i asked you over 6 months ago WERE ARE MY FUCKING PAPERS? most likely in the trash. the people i work with have no respect for me (i cant say all but most dont) they say nasty things to me degrade me, straight verbal harrassment, and if i say anything they dont even do anything about it, one of the managers lies to the owners of the company all the time about me.....WHY?....because shes a misserable old hag who doesnt even do her fucking job. so she talks shit and lies about me because shes obviously jealous, abuse of power at that place is HUGE they act like working there is s

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Professional wrestling has been a part of my life for a long time. I have kept somewhat interested over the past 15 years. I got started very young when my grandmother and I (that's right, my grandmother) used to watch wrestling together when I was a kid. As I grew older, so did my obsession with wrestling. Throughout high school, that's all my friends and I talked about. Who was doing what, what was going on. Who were the best faces, who were the greatest heels. Hell, even back then we had two different companies to talk about. We all followed WWF, now WWE (stupid World Wildlife Fund), except Ryan Parker who for some unknown reason was a WCW supporter. He was still invited among us, mostly just to make fun of his bad taste in wrestling organizations. There wasn't a PPV that we weren't all sitting in Gerard's living room gawking at the television to see who was going to walk out with the title. Probably some of the greatest times we've had have come during those PPV's. Whet

Wrestling
You scored as The Undertaker. You are the Lord of Darkness. NOTHING CAN STOP YOU! Why? Because not only are you menacing physically but mentally as well! That's hard to do! Also, the overwhelming respect you get by everyone else adds to your invulnerability! You're engulfed by Darkness no question about it. And if you want, you'll bring unlucky souls WITH YOU! When the inevitable comes, you WILL NOT REST IN PEACE!The Undertaker94%Mick Foley81%Matt Hardy81%Christian75%Spike Dudley75%John Cena75%Triple H69%Eugene63%JBL56%Chris Jericho56%Stone Cold

Wrestling
well last night me an my roommate went to a wrestling promotion to watch well my roommate turned around to me an one of our freinds an says i can get both of you in that ring so we said go for it an later on we had a dark match it was tight mine an my opponets match was the loudest outa the whole show other then the final match an even it quieted down to where my match me an my manager JT. TWIZTID had the crowd in an up roar it was tight. hopefully this comin up saturday they will throw me in a rematch.

Wrestling Was Fun Last Night
Last night me and two of my friends when to the WWE No Mercy PPV. I had a blast. Still pissed off that King Booker won. After the ppv was over we went to waffle house and continued the fun there. All in all I would say last night really fun and maybe i might go to the one ppv in richmond in december.

Wrestlebash Dec 29th
we are just nine days away from the biggest event in powerzone wrestling wrestlebash and already the card is lookin to deliver an exciting night of wrestling. the main event a 3 way dance between "superstar" jd. michaels, the stormbringer and "new blood" brady robert's, in the unlikely event jd michaels is unable to attend will become a singles match between 2 of the most popular wrestler's in pzw storbringer and roberts. an some unbelievable news pzw board of director's have decided to make room for a commissioner and the nominee is...... none other than pzw senior official jim dandy, who sadly had his ankle broken at the hands of adrian walls. an also another great scheduled matchup is alex plexis taking on michael avery, these 2 heated up medicine hat in there first 1 on one confrontation, an they look to tear the roof of lethbridge on the 29th. a 10 man over the top battle royal has also been scheduled the winner will be awarded with $1000 dollars so far only 5 names ha

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My friend Carla thinks I am nuts for watching Monday night Raw but..... Has anyone ever seen DX? Are they not two of the HOTTEST guys that you have ever seen? Guys that look like that and tknow that they are super sexy is a instant turn-on for those of us that will admit it. Well by god I admit there is nothing that I would'nt do for them or better yet to them. Y ou guts might be laughing at me now but it will be smiling tonight when I go to bed thinking about those 2 hot and sexy guys. Give this a 10 if you agree.

Wrestling
This is my first blog...I think I am going to just write about wrestling.. I wandered into a website the other day and was reading posts, from ppl who are so wrapped up into something that is there for entertainment, that it has consumed their lives....for those ppl GET A LIFE...of course some of it is real...a majority of it is fake...but you don't have to live your life around it..you are not going to go and kick their asses like ou say...quite the contrary, the would probably stomp you into the ground...they are pros, this is why you huddle around your TV and watch them and worship them.

Wrestling
I'm a very big wrestling fan. I have been watching wrestling seen the age of 10. When I got older myself and my cousin started going to live show of wrestling and the different events like house show and the big pay-per-view events that they have had on the east coast. This past november went to Philly for Survior Series and had a blast that the pay-per-view. Got a lot of great pictures of the event check them out in my photo section. This Monday will be in Washington D.C. for Monday night Raw live and get to see the big contact sign for the Battle of the Billonairs match between Donald Trump and Vince K. McMahon. The lose of this match will get there head shave. There will be pictures post later on Monday night or on Tuesday morning.

Wrestlemania 23 Next Weekend...
I am so looking forward to Wrestlemania 23 next weekend. This event is huge. I mean, battle of the billionaires (actually, McMahon is not a billionaire, so why it's not just battle of the millionaires I dunno), Stone Cold's return, plus two decent looking championship matches and Money in the Bank...should be a great show. :) I can't get to Detroit, so I am gonna more than likely watch from a local bar or something...:)

Wrestlemania Predictions, Wrestlemania Recall, All Grown Up
Ladies and Gentlemen, A year has turned into months, months into weeks, weeks into days, and days into just hours. WrestleMania is only a short (as of this writing) 57 hours away. Ford Field will rock and as Arn Anderson once said "Heads will roll." As I promised, I will not deliver a WWE Recapped edition of the Byte. I will however layout all my predictions on the table. So ladies and gentlemen, let's get down to business! CHAMPIONSHIP vs. STREAK WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP BATISTA(c) vs. UNDERTAKER (14-0) This match has more anticipation for it since Hogan vs. Andre 20 years prior. On one side of the ring, you have Batista, The Animal. A man who was determined to regain something he never lost to begin with. Now that he has it, he's defending against all those who dare to challenge him. On the other side you have The Phenom...The Legend...The Deadman...THE UNDERTAKER. Undertaker has made 14 WrestleMania appearances. Taker said this at one time: "There have been ma

Wrestlemania 23!
Wrestlemania 23 from hooters in Davenport, Iowa This may not seem like a romantic gesture to many women, but let me remind you that I love my WWE boys. On top of that, they've got the smallest tittied hooter girls I've ever seen! First match, right off the bat start off the night with "Money In The Bank" ladder match, highlight there being when Jeff Hardy went off the top of a 15 foot ladder into Edge laying across another ladder from the ring to the barricade, Edge taken out on a stretcher. YES!! Winner of the match is Mr. Kennedy from smackdown. Eh ok outcome kinda crappy but at least Edge didn't take it. Back stage party with Cryme Tyme, the booty shakin' girls, Slick, Dusty Rhodes, Ron, Eugene, Lula and Mae Young. "DAMN!" Second highlight of the night, Mr. McMahon is BALD!! It took a stunner or 2 and all 3 men (Lashley, Stone Cold, and Trump) to hold the boss man in the chair, but so be it! Stone Cold being his typical beer drinkin', ass kickin' self. Stunners were also delive

Wrestlemania,the Evil Eye, And Drunkin Cooking
Well it's been awhile since I last posted and not too much has been going on except for a few notable events....Ok Wrestlemania was pretty good in the fact it was a cool experience the lights and pyros were fuckin awsome!! On the down side we couldn't hear anything except for the big bumps (which was dissapointing) and the fact Mike and I were sitting infront of a certian ethnic group that were being VERY stereotypical (think being in a movie theater)..ya it was very fucking annoying. that and the fact I was starving and had to pay $5.25 for a FUCKIN HOTDOG!!! But in all a very cool experience. Well now on to the EVIL EYE OF PAIN!!!!!I woke up Tuesday morning with my right eye bothering me.So I thought what everyone with contacts would think "ok I'll take em out and it'll be all good" Well think again... all day my eye felt like it was scratched and dry. It hurt to watch t.v. It hurt to have my eye open,even closed for a period of time. So I wake up Wed morning with some major pain in

Wrestling Gone Mad
Holy shit!! Did anyone else catch the WWE Draft?? Ya know, the one where they screwed Chris Benoit even more by sticking him on ECW and then "Blew Up" Vince McMAhon? Now, I was all kindsa pissed at WWE for shafting The Undertaker outta his title (2 months of some of the best matches of his career against Batista, then they give it to EDGE??? WTFFFFFFF????) and then they send a world class talent like Benoit to rot on ECW, which Ive tried to like, but its like TNA without the stupid ring, then they actually do something even more stupid by killing of Vince. I mean, the guy was genius, and I was loving his turning mental, the guy is possibly the best heel in the business. Now who are we supposed to hate? Shane? Carlito? Mizz? (actually, Im wayyyyyy ahead of you all on that one) Or will WWE become even more like the funny books, and we shall see Vince come back from the dead? Hell, the Undertakers done it what, 3 times?? Anyhoo, I shall be glued to Smackdown and Raw, and I gue

Wrestler, Family Found Dead What An Azz
A Professional Wrestler and his family were found dead in their home this afternoon. Several news agencies in Atlanta are reporting that Chris Benoit, his wife and their 7-year-old son were found dead in their Fayette County, GA home around 4:00 p.m. Monday evening. The bodies of Chris Benoit, his wife, and son are found in an apparent murder-suicide. The Atlanta Journal-Constitution reports that authorities will only confirm that the family was not shot to death. This is a breaking news update. Check back soon for further information. AP's earlier story is below. ATLANTA (AP) — Pro wrestler Chris Benoit strangled his wife and smothered his son before hanging himself in his weight room, a law enforcement official close to the investigation told The Associated Press Tuesday. The official spoke on the condition of anonymity. Authorities also said they are investigating whether steroids may have been a factor in the deaths of Benoit, his wife and their 7-year-old son wh

Wrestler Chris Benoit Dead
I just read about WWE star Chris Benoit, his wife, and his 7 year old son, being found dead yesterday. Apparently it was a double murder suicide. Chris strangled his wife and smothered his son. My thoughts are with his family. Chris was, in my opinion, one of the best wrestlers I have ever seen. He was never a fake; what you saw was what you got. It's a shame that his life ended this way. WWE has lost one of it's brightest stars...

Wrestler Strangled Wife, Suffocated Son, Hanged Himself In Weight Room; Police Offer No Motive...wtf?
FAYETTEVILLE, Ga. (AP) -- Pro wrestler Chris Benoit strangled his wife, suffocated his 7-year-old son and placed a Bible next to their bodies before hanging himself with a weight-machine pulley, authorities said Tuesday. Investigators found anabolic steroids in the house and want to know whether the muscle man nicknamed "The Canadian Crippler" was unhinged by the bodybuilding drugs, which can cause paranoia, depression and explosive outbursts known as "roid rage." Authorities offered no motive for the killings, which were spread out over a weekend, and would not discuss Benoit's state of mind. No suicide note was found. "In a community like this it's bizarre to have a murder-suicide, especially involving the death of a 7-year-old," District Attorney Scott Ballard said. "I don't think we'll ever be able to wrap our minds around this." The Montreal-born Benoit was one of the stars of the WWE wrestling circuit and was known for his wholesome family-man image. His wife, Nancy,

Wrestler Allegedly Killed Wife, Son Before Hanging Himself
Christopher Michael Benoit (May 21, 1967 – June 24, 2007) was a Canadian professional wrestler who performed in Extreme Championship Wrestling, World Championship Wrestling, and World Wrestling Entertainment. On June 25, 2007, Benoit was found dead in his home in Fayetteville, Georgia, along with his wife, Nancy Daus, and his 7-year old son, Daniel I hope that he Rots in HELL for this what a bastard

Wrestler Chris Benoit
Below is an article I just read...People shouldn't be memorializing this guy at all...Of course what he did was VERY wrong...Doing any kind of drugs is WRONG...His 7 year old son was taking special meds because of a form of dwarfism...He killed himself and his wife and son because of the drugs he was using...He shouldn't be memorialized PERIOD... FAYETTEVILLE, Georgia (CNN) -- The discovery of anabolic steroids in pro-wrestler Chris Benoit's home has raised speculation that the performance-enhancing drugs may be linked to his death and the killings of his wife and young son. The 40-year-old champion strangled his wife, Nancy Benoit, and suffocated his 7-year-old son Daniel, authorities said, before he hanged himself on a portable weight machine inside his lavish home outside Atlanta. Police have said no motive has been determined. "A lot of prescription medication" was found in the home, including anabolic steroids, said Fayette County Sheriff Lt. Tommy Pope. (Watch the house

Wrestling Fans!!!!! Aug 5th Plain Dealer Pavilion
Aug 5th Plain Dealer Pavilion CAPW August 5th Promo #1 Add to My Profile | More VideosCAPWPresents:"A Night of Legends"Sunday August 5th, 2007The Plain Dealer Pavilion2014 Sycamore Street Cleveland, OhioDoors Open @ 1 p.m. Belltime @ 3 p.m.Ticket Prices:Bleachers $15 Floor $20 Ringside $25 V.I.P. $50**MAIN EVENT**CAPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIPSTEEL CAGE MATCHThe Blue Meanie(C) vs. Jason Bane CAPW Tag Team Title MatchFaith In Nothing defend vs Chris Hamrick and Tracy Smothers CAPW Jr. Heavyweight Title/3-Way DanceSuper Hentai defends vs The Aftermath & TNA's Sharkboy CAPW T.V. Title MatchCK3 defends vs Carlton Kaz SEMI-Main Event/Grudge MatchBuff"The Stuff" Bagwell vs "The Dog Faced Gremlin" Rick Steiner TNA's Chris Sabin & Alex Shelley vs Johnny Gargano & Josh Prohibtion Aerial Insanity 2 Cold Scorpio vs "M-Dogg" Matt Cross Six Man Tag Team Riot Da Munchies & J.T Lightning vs "Superfly" Jimmy Snuka & Q&A "Wildfire" Tommy Rich vs.Chris Cronus Legends Match Former WWWF T

The Wrestling Game
I have come across an awesome site! I am going to share it with those of you that are interested. It's a wrestling RPG! Here's a link you can copy and paste: http://www.thewrestlinggame.com/wg.asp?w=1628 Or you can just click the pic below!

Wrestling Show
Hello my friends, I know this site isn't for promoting but I thought there might be a few of you interested in this. I run a wrestling entertainment show in Seymour, TN. called UWA. We are having our yearly Halloween Horror show on Oct. 4th. If you live in the Knoxville, Seymour, Maryville, or Sevierville, TN. area come out and see the show. We have a good time and it is very entertaining. For matches check out my website at www.uwa-wrestling.net We try our best to put on a show that is family oriented so the whole family can come out and enjoy. Former TNA Stars The Naturals Chase Stevens & Andy Douglas will be there. It is held at 10237 Chapman Hwy. Back of Novellis and Seymour Hardware. Want mor info email me at uwa-wrestling@comcast.net Thank you for reading this and hope you decide to come out

Wrestling Fans
Went to my local neighborhood BW3 the other night to have a burger and watch the game, big surprise - WWE Pay Per View party going on!!! Yee freakin’ hah! Every damn TV - nothing but oiled up freaks shouting at each other and rolling around in completely non-gay ways. So I figured instead of leaving - what better time to mess with a room full of drunk, brain-dead wrestling fans. I found if you really want to piss them off, wait until the guy on their T-shirt is rasslin, walk up and say you saw that guy in a gay porn last week. And apparently people could vote online for who they wanted to see fight, which took forever, since most trailer parks still only have dial-up access. I thought - wow, there actually is something more lame to vote on than karaoke singers on a lame reality show. Now I’ll admit - I used to like wrestling… and then I turned 6. Really, how long can you sit and watch people NOT hit each other? I haven’t seen that total lack of hitting since this year’s Nebra

Wrestling Legend Fabulous Moolah Dies
The most famous and recognized woman wrestler, Fabulous Moolah, passed away last night in South Carolina, the WWE announced today. She was 84. Born Lillian Ellison, the WWE says that she "was the longest reigning champion in the history of her chosen sport, or any sport for that matter." She even held the title as recently as 1999, becoming the oldest champion in the history of wrestling. She was inducted into the WWF Hall of Fame back in 1995, the first female wrestler to receive the honor. WWE issued the following statement: “ WWE is saddened by the passing of Lillian Ellison, who was known to sports-entertainment fans as Hall of Famer Fabulous Moolah. She passed away last night in Columbia, S.C. In the world of women’s wrestling, there will always be one irrefutable legend that stands head and shoulders above the rest: The Fabulous Moolah. She was the longest reigning champion in the history of her chosen sport, or any sport for that matter. And with more than 50 year

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Soooo Sunday is yet another Payperview on WWE wrestling.. If anyone out here watches it, let me know.. My man Cena is out for a while.. not to say Lashley will be back soon enough, and heard it down the wire that Chris Jericho will be returning.. yayyyy! So.. Im thinking it's going down like this Sunday.. Batista will win the Hell in a Cell match against Undertaker.. since The Undertaker usually wins the belt back by WrestleMania..Also, surprising enough, that nasty Edge will return, so who knows what will happen! Randy Orton, who I cannot stand.. will lose the belt to HBK.. Im hoping he does anyway.. the rest of the wrestlers.. ehhhh I really dont care.. well, except for Jeff Hardy.. he's amazing. Anyway, Im new to this fubar site, and Im kind of feeling my way out here.. so please be patient mkay! Until the next time, thanx for the adds, and peace out!!

Wrestling
Went to my nephews first wrestling match last night I had so much fun. If anyone in missouri illinois are is interested in a fun time let me know the next match is dec 1. We had such a good time. thanks susie

Wrestling Show
Hello everyone, Don't know if you can tell by my profile or not but I am in the wrestling business. Just wanted to let everyone know that I have a big show coming up on January 17th. called Ultimate Conflict II, "Night Of The Steel". All matches will be held inside of a steel cage. For more info check out my website at: www.uwa-wrestling.net Got any questions feel free to hit me up.

Wrestling Into My Life
I would introduce myself. My name is Matt C. from the town of Fitchburg in MASS. i am Hearing impaired, working for the wrestling shows like WWE do. It is small business show. I do wrestle sometime but also the Ref too... I have great time to wrestle with someone it not gay but show what i have skills to doing that. no matter where your skill will be related to like cookin, office and other like that. that can be helpful to get good job by college but my job is different because wrestling has training school somewhere in New England. I do trained in RI for a while because it is helpful to make my skill of moves in the ring even better. Even, I met some of Former WWF/WWE/WCW stars when they came to the any show. I had enjoy to work with them as learned what their experienced in the Television in 70's to present. mostly of u may know 80's WWF stars like Beefcake The Barber, Jimmy Snuka, and much more. I may know of u ask where that i met them. it at any where u near by or t

Wrestlemania
36 DAYS AND COUNTING TILL WRESTLEMANIA 24 CITRUS BOWL ORLANDO FLA AND I WILL BE THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOT MY TICKETS AND CAMERA READY AND I WILL ORDER THE PPV AND TAPE IT.........HHH-ORTON-CENA MAIN EVENT EDGE-UNDERTAKER YEP GONNA BE HOTTTTTTTTT

Wrestlemania 24 Results
WWE WrestleMania 24 Results - March 30, 2008 Date Added: March 30, 2008 Story By: Devis Owens John Bradshaw Layfield vs. Finlay [Belfast Brawl] JBL is introduced first, arriving in the limo per usual. Mid intro we are shown the video compilation building up to the match. We cut back to see JBL in the ring and then promptly cut back to the video compilation. Now we have Finlay being introduced as we cut back from the compilation. Finlay comes out with Hornswoggle and they make their way to the ring. Finlay charges the rest of the way as he walks the very long entrance ramp. JBL kicks Finlay as he slides in and the brawl starts outside the ring with JBL throwing punches Finlay sends JBL into the steel steps and rolls him back in the ring and now we have a bell. Finlay drops a seat across the sternum of JBL and goes outside to get some weapons. Finlay slides in and JBL grabs a trash can lid and clocks Finlay across the face then delivers a short-arm clothesline. JBL outside to get the

Wrestlemania
I had a BLAST watching Wrestlemania last night... Shame Cena Lost... However I do give a Fourhoreman salute to RIC for all the GREAT years and Matches he gave us... So to you Ric I salute you... Keep on Stylin and Profilin...

The Wrestling Experience!
Ok I was excited to get to go and I had so much fun! For the Belfast Brawl I was so rooting for Finlay cause JBL sux a** and can't believe he lost. The Money in the Bank match I wanted Matt Hardy to win. I am so glad HBK Shawn Michaels won the Career Threatining match cause I cant stand ric flair and it was his time to go. But when Edge fought Undertaker, I couldn't believe he tapped out I was so mad. I was the only Edge-Head in the whole arena and everyone else was rooting for the undertaker. But I had a seat close to the ramp where the wrestlers get to the ring and I stood in my chair and held up my "I LOVE EDGE!" sign and he looked over at me and saw it and smiled and so that really made my night. Even though he lost I'll still be a die hard Edge- head for life cause he's hot and such a cheater but that's what makes Edge the man he is.

Wrestling Blog
FOR THOSE OF U THAT WATCH WRESTLING I'M SURE YOUR AWARE OF THE UNDERTAKER GETTING STRIPPED OF THE BELT ON SMACKDOWN NOW I HAVE SAID FOR THE LONGEST TIME WWE NEEDS TO STOP PUSHING UNDERTAKER AND DEVELOP YOUNGER STARS BUT THIS ANGLE MAKES NO SENSE WHATSOEVER!! FIRST LET ME SAY I DON'T BELEIVE IN STRIPPING A CHAMPION OF IT'S TITLE UNLESS HE IS HURT AND REALLY CAN'T GET IN THE RING AND JOB THE BELT IT CHEAPENS THE BELT WHEN THE CHAMPION DOESN'T LOSE IN THE RING BUT WHAT IRKS ME THE MOST IS THEY STRIPPED TAKER THEN DECIDED TO HAVE A TOURNAMENT WITH EACH WINNER ADVANCING TO A BATTLE ROYAL TO FACE THE UNDERTAKER FOR THE BELT AT JUDGEMENT DAY NOW Y DOES THE UNDERTAKER WHO WAS STRIPPED OF THE BELT STILL WRESTLE FOR THE WORLD BELT DOES THAT MAKE SENSE??TO ME THEY WERE BETTER OFF KEEPING THE BELT ON TAKER AND HAVING HIM DEFEND IT AGAINST EDGE INSTEAD OF THIS LAME ANGLE WERE HE GETS STRIPPED BUT SOMEHOW STILL WRESTLES THE WINNER OF THE BATTLE ROYAL (EDGE) FOR THE BELT THAT HE

Wrestler "killer Kowalski" Dies At 81
Killer Kowalski, one of Canada's most revered and feared professional wrestlers, died Saturday of complications from a heart attack. He was 81. Between 1947-77, the Windsor native, born Walter Spulnik, fought in a number of wrestling associations, including the National Wrestling Association and culminating in the World Wrestling Federation, where he won the tag-team championship. Upon retiring from the ring in 1977, Kowalski opened an influential training school in Malden, Mass. Among his students were World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) stars Triple H, Chyna, and Perry Saturn. Kowalski's in-ring persona was typically that of a heel, or a villain, but when not sparring, the six-foot, seven-inch wrestler was known for his affable nature and being a vegetarian. Longtime WWE ringside announcer Jim Ross praised Kowalski for lifetime of dedication to the sport. "Walter was a staunch disciplinarian when he was actively teaching his students but had a heart of g

Wrestlemania Train
Wrestlemania Train 1. Stop by CrazyMama page and rate her WWE folder... Start with this pic... 2.Rate, Fan, Add, and Comment each person on the WWE List. If you are already friends with someone, check to make sure you have re-rated him/her and leave a comment... "Are u a Fan Of WWE ?" Wwe Diva /Owner CrazyMama45 3.Private message CrazyMama when you have completed rating each Fan guest. She will make you a tag... And add you to the Fan list... When new people join the party... You must rate/fan/add/comment them back... DO NOT just ACCEPT the friend request 4. Repost the bulletin so it can be seen by as many people as possible. WWE Fan's ************* ღHeart§OfLoveღ stormwoman~owner of wolves of wiccan society levelers~who will own me now???@ fubar ~*~sugarNspice~*~Bad Girl~*~Dirty Diamond Crew~*~ Fu Angel ~*~Owner of Devilishly Delicious*@ fubar jc9764

Wrestling
The South Florida Sun-Sentinel created the following list of the Top 10 Pro Wrestlers of all time. http://www.sun-sentinel.com/sports/football/pro/dolphins/dp-top10.wrestlers.pg.0109,0,2498588.photogallery As some of you know, I used to be a photojournalist for pro wrestling magazines and assisted in writing some books on the business. The list of good but does not mention stars like Harley Race, Nick Bockwinkel and the Road Warriors/Legion of Doom. At some time or another we all watched wrestling, what are your thoughts?

Wrestling Comes To Jacksonville, Fl. 12-11-10
Potters House Christian School Academy & Global Impact Wrestling Proudly PresentsChristmas Classic - GIW'S 1ST Annual Toy & Food Drive on Saturday Dec.11th,2010 @ The Potters House Christian Acadeny Gymnasium @ 1150 Lane Ave S. Jacksonville, Fl. 32210Doors open at 6 pm , Belltime at 7:15 pm Advance tickets are $10.00 day of show $10.00 or $5.00 and a ne toy or $5.00 and 4 non -perishable food items There will be door prizes , raffles , face painting fun for the whole family. GIW will also be working with the local Hubbard House of Jacksonville, Fl., we will have a box set up at the eventn we are collecting all old n used cell phones and give those cell phones to the local Hubbard House to help with their out reach program for women .THE matchesTHAT WILL BE FEATURED THAT NIGHT WILL BE A ONE NIGHT TOURNAMENT TO CROWN GIW's VERY FIRST HEAVYWEGHT CHAMPION A GIW IMPACR TITLE MAT

Wrestlers Comment On Randy Savage’s Death
Several wrestlers have been commenting on the passing on Randy Savage, here are their thoughts… Jeff Jarrett: "Just got a call w the news. RIP Randy. I met him when I was 11yrs old. He would always teach, correct, encourage, and compliment as my... Career progressed. I have NEVER forgotten the intricacies and attention to detail he taught me over the years. Randy always had a method to His madness. Randy is gone, but will never be forgotten. Thoughts and prayers are w the entire Poffo family. And, he may be the greatest card player the business has ever seen... When he lost, he was only setting you up to take more money from you!" UFC Fighter Shane Carwin: "RIP Randy Macho Man Savage! We are going to SOOOOOOOOOO MISSSSS YOUUUUUUUU...... He was a great Entertainer!" The Rock: "RIP Randy 'Macho Man' Savage - you were one of my childhood inspirations and heros. Strength, love and prayers to the Savage/Poffo family." Kevin Nash: "I lost a close friend today. If anybody in heaven

The Wrestler
An Olympic wrestler from the United States is about toface the international champion, a huge Russian, in hisweight class. As the match is about to begin, his coachwarns him, "Don't let him get you into the Double PretzelBend -- no one can get out of that hold once it'sapplied!"The wrestler agrees to do his best and runs to the centerof the mat to meet his opponent.Well, the match starts and as things would go, theAmerican wrestler finds himself caught in the Russian'sdouble pretzel bend. His shoulder blades are gettingpushed closer and closer to the mat -- it's almost over.He looks up towards the ceiling and sees this guy'stesticles hanging inches from his face. So he thinks,"what the hell, I'm about to lose the match" -- and so hechomps down HARD!The next thing you know, there's an unnerving scream ofpain, the American and Russian wrestlers seem to explodeoff the mat, and when the all is said and done, theAmerican ends up on top of the Russian and pins him.As he walks off the mat, hi

A Wretling Star
Shows Superstars Schedules Play & Win Community Inside WWE Shop WWE Worldwide Subscriptions World Wrestling Entertainment Home > Inside WWE > News NewsArchive Reflections on the late wrestling legend, Ricky Gibson By Michael Hayes September 21, 2006 On Sept. 15, wrestling legend Ricky Gibson passed away at the age of 53. With more than 25 years in sports-entertainment, Gibson is most famed for his time in NWA and was the first Superstar to ever perform a dropkick from off the top rope. A very close friend of Gibson, Michael "P.S." Hayes, offered a truly personal glimpse into the career of this Pensacola, Fla. wrestling great. The sports-entertainment world lost one of it’s first young, high-flying pioneers last Friday, Sept. 15 when Ricky Gibson died of a heart attack. Ricky was one of the first competitors that could walk the top rope like a cat and may have had the best dropkick ever. Ricky was from Pensacola, Fla. and was the first Pensacolian to break in the b

Wretched Visions Of Insomniatic Servitude
This fragile, easily crushable state provides weakness within. Waiting to feel the hand upon my throat, that final touch. One last moment, pure elation, terminal bliss. As my enemies converge, my heart beats steady. They can't take away from me what i've already lost myself. My damage bleeds deep permeating my soul. Drowning in shadows of the past, my mind is a prison from which there is no escape. And yet, all I want is for someone to sing me to sleep.

Wretch
WRETCH Forced to make the call I sacrificed it all No longer able to stall Backed against my cell wall Facing the perpetual maul Your ceaseless wrecking ball Stopping for nothing at all Your tactics appall I'm not your rag doll I deny you my fall Absorbing it all Watch me stand tall To you I'll never crawl Knock yourself out on my wall Jon

Wretched Sun
Wretched sun Dogging my days Absent in my nights I shake my fist at thee For all thou has done to me Thine light casts shadows deep And thine passing lulls all to sleep Yet no solace in the shade from thee do I find None to keep Wretched stars Smiling only on my night Never truly are you bright I shake my head at thee Watching as you cycle past Pinwheeling through the velvet dark Always upon my triumphs do you grin No shadows do you cast Wretched beauty How I smile at thee How I long for thee How I hate thee How I love thee in all thy colours And how much pain you bring Even when my heart doth sing A bittersweet song of victory. [Yes, I wrote it, and comments are welcome!]

Wretch
Wretch is out of Niles, Ohio. The band is a classic traditional power metal band straight out of Cleveland’s glorious 80's underground, featuring current and former members from Beyond Fear, Seven Witches and Breaker. Wretch has a record label with Auburn Records. Following up last year’s critically-acclaimed “Reborn” album, Wretch returned with a collection of previously unreleased material in support of their feature performance at this year’s 2007 Headbanger’s Open Air Festival in Germany July 12-14. The new album is "Make This Garden Burn." Some of the bands songs are, The Winners, The Challenge, Reborn, Make This Garden Burn, Life, I Will Defy Eyes Of Fate, I Am Storm, Cry For The Young. Lead singer Colin Watson is also one of our Dj's here at God's Forsaken Radio!!!! So tune into God's Forsaken Radio to hear more of Wretch!!!!!

Wretch.
Piteous moans inside my head, considerably afraid I'll wake up dead... and dreaming. Critics all around me, screaming my name. I know I'm the only one to blame. For this fucking mess I've so neatly arranged... Freeing muck from my vision, and crawling obscenities from my lungs. One of these days I'll breathe again. Today? Tomorrow. The day after...next. Circle, circle, circle round, I'm not the only one still falling down. Remind me why I still face back, when my future sorely lacks any sort of balance or sunlight. I am frightened, but you can't tell. And the stairway to hell looks more and more inviting. I can't be saved. But it's okay. I'll find my own way.

Wretched Pleasure - 644
It feels so damn nice, but your heart is ice. Great vibrations halt, when your erection is my fault?? Look past your beer belly,Here cums some white jelly. You need a dirty minded slut, so you can impress while you fuck her in the butt. No crying just to get you, why thaw your heart to sue. Ice is how its seen more fell out the window. that could be why you woke up outside the door. If you never love others, it will get cold under the covers. Then again for everyone, theres another to get it done. Ugly, undesirable little shit, get the fuck away you tiny bit. All it was is a wretched pleasure, all you could, that is sad, not exciting play, in short no fucking good.

Wretch
WretchLookLook atLook at me again pleaseII amI'm still on my kneesPoor wretched meSo now I see the way you feelAnd now I feel the wounds won't heal (never heal)Just close your eyes am I better nowKeep them closedI've been damned again and I don't knowPoor wretched meReRejectReject me againCan'tCan't youCan't you see why I give inPoor wretched meSo now I see the way you feelAnd now I feel the wounds won't heal (never heal)Just close your eyes am I better nowKeep them closedI've been damned again and I don't know howPOOR WRETCHED MEBeaten, abused, denied, unlovedCast outWhy?Spit atWhy?UglyWhy?Why me?WhySo now I see the way you feelAnd now I feel the wounds won't healJust close your eyes am I better now (NO)KEEP THEM CLOSEDI've been damned again and I don't know howPOOR WRETCHED MEWhy, why, why, why can't I be anything but me!

Wë Årë FrïënÐ§
We are friends I got your back, You got mine I'll help you out Anytime! To see you hurt, To see you cry, Makes me weep And wanna die And if you agree To never fight It wouldn't matter, Who's wrong or right If a broken heart Needs a mend, I'll be right there Till the end If your cheeks are wet From drops of tears Don't worry Let go of your fears Hand in hand Love is sent, We'll be friends Till the end!!!! And even though Weve had ups and Downs, youre the one Friend I cant be without. And no mater what happends Well be friends till the end!!!!

Wright Guilty Of Suffolk Murders
Wright guilty of Suffolk murders Steve Wright has been found guilty of murdering five women in Suffolk. The bodies of Gemma Adams, Tania Nicol, Anneli Alderton, Paula Clennell and Annette Nicholls were found in Ipswich over a 10-day period in December 2006. Wright, 49, of Ipswich, said during his trial that he had had sex with four of the five women, who were working as prostitutes, but denied killing them. Ipswich Crown Court jurors unanimously found him guilty of all five murders and he will be sentenced on Friday. 'Crucifix pose' The trial heard the bodies of Miss Alderton and Miss Nicholls were found arranged with their arms outstretched in a crucifix pose. The prosecution said Wright "systematically selected and murdered" all five women over a six-and-a-half-week period. Killer steeped in vice Lucky girl who survived Ipswich reacts to murders Suffolk police began an inquiry after Miss Nicol, 19, vanished in late October 2006. Two week

Wrigley's Manufacturing
Hello friends, Being that I will more than likely starting work Nov.11th on 1st shift, I won't be able to send morning messages. I have to be at work at 6:30 am. but I get off at 3:30 pm. Better than 3rd shift I must say but less pay. I'll manage since I have an alarm clock on my Moto razr and Fossil digital wrist watch. I'll be sending my love to my lovely lady friends after work during the week. You can reply if you want. I don't expect anything in return. I'm here to try an please my friends. I'm known to get wordy and sorry I just know how to write and I go into detail most the time. Thoughts can come quick. So thats it for my rare blog. Take care and talk to you all later. Spanish Archer

Wright You Fu Partner In Jail!
First off you should have a fu spouse! If you have one then you should read this. My fu wife and i were talking and i realized that she is a very cool chick and i would like to talk to her forever but anyway we talk everyday and if she got locked up then i would wright her in jail! My reason is that it would be good for them because a lot of time when your locked up ppl that are your real friends and family don't care enuff to wright witch i think is messed up and if you care for someone and tey are put in that perdicament then you should keep in touch! prison sux so if this ever happens to you take my advice and just send them a letter a day or every other day because like i said you get lonly and a few kind words from your fu partner would sure brighten anyones day! I LOVE YOU AMBER!

Wriiten By My Friend~
This was from my friend Sky..he is one of the most beautifull souls I have ever met. It touched me so much that I wanted to share it with everyone... "You will always have a place in my heart Julie and im glad that we met and crossed on the right path's of life .... if you need somebody to listen i'll be there .... if you need someone to put a smile on your face i will be there ... if you need a hug or some comfort i will be there .... if you need a shoulder to cry on .. my shoulder will be there for you always ..... to show feeling means you have a heart and soul and i am happy to have you as a firend Julie *hugs/kisses* ;))"

Wriiten For Tigertwo
To you my friend, it doesnt seem like I deserve a friend like you. Although i have said somethings to you that would have made other's turn there back, you stuck with me and showed me how it is. You opened new doors to a whole new world, and taught me to change the things i can change and let go of the things i can't. You said something's to tell you the truth i really didnt want to hear, but I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart, because you opened my eyes and helped me to see the things that are really important to me. To you my friend for helping me to believe that i could be anything i wanted to be all i had to do was be myself, and really believe. You gave me hope for a better tomorrow, and it is all because of you my friend. Thank you for showing me that life isnt all that bad. To you my friend. written for TigerTwo Thank you for everything you have really changed my life, and i hope and pray that no matter where the road will lead i hope t

Wriitng/poetry
You always knew that one day you'd have to leave the one you want to take. No matter how strong you thought the love was or how strong it really was or what you got out of it. It can still crash and burn. The way it felt was indiscribable. What was yours was thiers to leave or take, whats yours is thiers to make there own. Its always have me, want me, try and love me; but what happened to hold me. Hold me and tell me you love me, tell me im beautiful, not just the familiar hold. Everybody has there share of relationships, some relationships are frivolous, others can be deeply intimate. When comes that very second that you expierence that it has to stop, your heart starts to seperate. Its crazy when you think about it and how great it was. When there ever was a doubt in anyones mind, the love would lean into me. When the world was spinning and you were loosing control, they were the only ones who could slow it down. Call them "steady love". Time comes for choosing, once the infatuaters

Wriiten By Gothic Cowboy To Me ( Such A Wonderful Man)
Indulge me if you willa glimpse withinas I ponder so many thingswithin the darkness of the nightwithin the silencebut always when I think of youthere is lightand a smilewhen I think back to your voiceyour laughsome small kindness youve shown mefor no gain except to make me feel your warmthor to show me where yoru turest beauty laysfor it lays withinwhile all others may coersce and attemptto gain your passion form withoutalways know that I endevour it from withinalways know that I see you as more than just an object of effectionbut a woman taken as a wholeas each day I see and learn more of youas each day my faith in myself is returnedas each moment my belief in a relationship is restored by the little things you dothe little ways you show mejust know that your heart is a fragile thing and I would never knowingly cause it harmThank you for helping to return my music to methank you for your gentlenessyour passionYour an amazing womanand each day I'm going to show you in word and deedhow

Wriiten Poem By Me.....
Tears fall. no one sees. I scream, but there is no one to please. For my sin I must atone. I am alone. To no one I belong. Unclaimed. Unloved. I raise my eyes, but no one is above. Everything I was is gone. I am alone. STACY

Wrijsgm'se
I fuckin love my job as a night auditor at a hotel, but I'm in a pretty testy mood today. And I know that there will be ppl trying to bitch at me/ keep me company at night. I hate it. I hope I dont stab anyone.

Wrinkled Skin
According to African legend, death entered the world in the following way: Long ago, people were able to shed their skins, like a snake. Everyone did this and lived forever, renewing their youth. One time, a woman forgot that she should do this and put her old skin back on, and death came into the world. Dreams of wrinkled skin may be troubling because they create images of age and death. You may feel as though you are wasting your time in waking life and your subconscious is reminding you that life is short. Another version of the wrinkled skin dream is accelerated aging, where your skin seems to visibly shrink or wrinkle in minutes. This dream may be revealing how you feel about your progress towards your life goals. You aren't getting any younger, after all. These dreams can be troubling, but should not be. Dreams of this nature often are your mind's way of saying, Hey, it's time for something new, and encouraging you to take steps in a new direction. Turn in your old hat for a

Wrinkled Skin
Wrinkled Skin According to African legend, death entered the world in the following way: Long ago, people were able to shed their skins, like a snake. Everyone did this and lived forever, renewing their youth. One time, a woman forgot that she should do this and put her old skin back on, and death came into the world. Dreams of wrinkled skin may be troubling because they create images of age and death. You may feel as though you are wasting your time in waking life and your subconscious is reminding you that life is short. Another version of the wrinkled skin dream is accelerated aging, where your skin seems to visibly shrink or wrinkle in minutes. This dream may be revealing how you feel about your progress towards your life goals. You aren't getting any younger, after all. These dreams can be troubling, but should not be. Dreams of this nature often are your mind's way of saying, Hey, it's time for something new, and encouraging you to take steps in a new direction. Turn in you

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Wristes Wide Open
You say I'm overreacting That my life isn't that bad Do you see the things they do To make me that mad? If you knew you wouldn't judge You shouldn't anyway If only you saw what they just did You know why I want to be gone today You just don't understand The pain that I'm going though If you were going though this You'd do the same thing I do My wrists are open And pouring out blood Yes it just keeps coming It's like a huge flood I don't care About when my blood falls I wish it would drain forever And the Lord would hear my calls To just finally be gone My life to end would be the best I can't wait until my pain Is finally at rest

Wristcutters
I just finished watching this movie called "Wristcutters: A Love Story" and wow this was actually a really great movie, with a pretty interesting concept. So I really don't want to ruin too much for this movie but I do highly recommend it especially if you're a fan of dark comedies. Here's the trailer to give you a taste of the film.

Wristbands
wristbands Patient identification is a major issue in the healthcare industry. Patient wristbands are the easiest way to identify patients in hospitals and other healthcare facilities. These bands may have different codes and information concerning a patient's age, gender and the day he/she was admitted in the hospital. In the arena of printed wristbands for hospitals, Zebra has a wide range of printers for producing wristbands suitable for all types of patients from infants to full grown adults. If wristbands will be used for long term patient care, then it is better to choose a thermal transfer printer instead of a direct thermal printer because the printed image lasts longer. Thermal transfer printing is done by heating a carbon ribbon that applies an image to the wristband. Direct thermal printers simply heat the wristband itself creating a darkened image. Direct thermal printers can be used in situations like outpatient clinics where patients will not need to be identified longer

Wristbands
wristbands It has become usual for people to tell the world about the causes that are close to their hearts through jewelry and various forms of accessories. What was once a colored ribbon pin has altered into other decorative yet issue-conscious touches like breast cancer wristbands. A cancer wristband raises awareness and money for the fight against breast cancer. It is one of the best new fundraisers for the said kind of cancer. It's most likely the one you'll see everywhere. It is typically colored pink simply because it is the most appropriate color for a wristband, symbolizing feminine strength. More than a means to raise money and awareness, a breast cancer wristband is also an emblem of caring. Apart from being a splendid adornment, it is also economical that even kids can afford to purchase them. It only costs a few dollars. No doubt, you'll surely be doing something of brilliant value if you get all of your friends to buy one of these wristbands. Lead stops radiation, and t

Wristbands
wristbands With wristbands, everyone gets an opportunity to choose different colors and phrases. They therefore offer a fantastic technique of fundraising in conjunction with publicized events. Before getting started you need to make the fundamental decision about the color choice, slogan to imprint and supplier. The first two decisions need to be made before shopping for the suppliers. This way you will be in a position to compare prices. Impressive catchy slogans work out right just like the vibrant colors. You could easily get some comments from the target market by having in place a focus group that shows the favorite colors. Then choose the best fit. The decision must be done carefully because orders are prepaid meaning you will not be in a position to change your mind after the agreement has been made. As far as the price is concerned, you can consider looking for the bigger companies because they give large price breaks. Many of them get below the $1 price for an order of more

Writing And Poetry
Time Current mood: apathetic Category: Writing and Poetry They say time.. is of the essence, Unstopped, never ending, always interrrupted. Time, will tell all. It is time that gives us........ Fond memories; of loved ones.... Enemies...... Sleepless nights, Happy moments, and sad.......... Dwelling on sadness, Mostly............. Longing for love; Friendship, A caring heart to hear your hopes, Your inner most desires....... I wish time could set still. Paused............ To a time that you were content, satisfied, over joyous..... They say, time heals all wounds. An understatement by far. For my wounds, are unhealing, Open sores... that bleed relentlessly. Open to the lethal injection..... That was instilled by time. This evil world..... Wanting to rid that pain that haunts my soul..... Suffocating it, Slowly.... my inner spirit disipates, To a nonexistent place. So threatening and dark here..... I want to succomb this dreary feeling , Of.. fail

Write To Me
Write to me, he whispered in my ear. Tell me all the things that you know I want to hear. Tell me how you dream of us and how I hold you tight. Tell me how I i seduce you all through the night. Let me know how much you burn with desire. Let me feel what you feel, and share in your fire. Say you want my kisses and my gentle touch. Say you love my hands on you, and want me very much. Show me on The screen just what I mean to you. Show me all the things that you want me to do. Write me a letter, he whispered in my ear. Then I will write and tell you what you want to hear.

Writing And Poetry
You killed my mind and ravaged my soul Never thought twice of what you stole How could you take what was not yours And leave me with no open doors Laying awake tortured at night A restlessness I can not fight My life is now a tragic mess Because I said no and you heard yes

Writing And Poetry
Lonely, No connection, Shattered soul, Hopeless No one will ever know or Feel the unending pain tormenting me No one will ever understand me. I live in wretched darkness The days get darker The hours grow longer I believe it is time to accept my fate And learn how to live In the darkness forever.

Written During My Divorce
Sometimes - during that hour when the sun and moon are just trading places.. I forget to wonder when everything I had to give became not enough. And I can sleep again like the amnesiac who has forgotten... That he has lost his soul.

9.14.06 Written During Daylight
Just This Sentence don't fall, my angel in your fears feel these apirition arms around you when i can not be at your side hear my love through these words through the voice at the end of the line at the end of the moment see me sheltered in this darkness wrapped in dusk and dawn naked before your eyes and as blue as you have ever been pulsing these energies through the earth to the lost lover at the other end of time and that's all that we have left to survive time, murdering time alone with our thoughts and together in hope there is a sentence to the crime payment for the miracle this magick between us will exact it's tole of three by three before we come to the end of the journey and the begining of our life. wise and ancient beyond your days carrying a heart too big for your sleeve we found eachother in the darkness of night as i worked to be anything and you fought to be something more don't fall my angel, before i am there so close to the miracle

Written By Kumstain For Her Fagangsta N00b
Come a little closer I wanna show you what im all about Come a little closer Now im openin my mouth I know im a n00b but damn I want your tool I'll freak ya from head to toe Im gunna make you feel the right way But it aint all about that you see Cuz this shawty is crushin She's crushin so bad I'll treat you right We'll never fight I'll always kiss you goodnight Baby take my hand and lets roll I wanna be your Ctown girl and you can be my Gtown boy I'll give you the world And we can make Gtown/Ctown baby boys and girls Basically what im sayin Is your a dream come true And baby, I love you

Writing
I am adding a lot of my own personal writing...and would really like to hear what people think about it. I am not going to take offence if you don't like it or if you think something should be changed with it but please tell me what you really think. I want to hear what others have to say about what I am writing and if there are any ideas of ways to change it to make it better or more likeable I would love to hear them. Please be honest and tell me what you think if you comment on any of my writing. Thank you!

Writing And Poetry
sometimes i ask myself where my life is really going, who do i turn too, or what options do i have left..all these are questions i am struggling to awnser, and think about day after day. some days, im happy, love where i am, and love being alive...few days later, one small thing goes wrong, or one big thing goes wrong, my life seems as if its crashing down, and i cant get it back together again. and i feel as if all i wanna do is die...sometimes i think its the best thing to happen to me and everyone who knows me...its like im lost, n confused, and cant seem to escape the harsh realities only i know im living...no one knows anything about me, they sit here and judge me, and think they can treat me however they want, even if it means hurting me. most people dont kno what i struggle day after day...something that seems to be taking over my life, and every morning i wake up, struggling just to breath and move on one more step...eating disorders--not sumthing to laugh about..i look in the

Writing
Will You???(by me) Will he always hide? How can anyone mess up the mind of a little child? I was just 5 years old. I trusted him to take care of me and my family. instead, he hurt us with his hands, his lies, and hurtful games he made only us play. How can you live with what youve done? He never said sorry, hes too much of a coward to admit what hesdone, and how u hurt us. You ruined my life, until this day, and those games u made me play, will continue to haunt me for the future to come. Im haunted everyday- your liek a ghost-following me- tormenting me, but your not even here-thats how much it still hurts. He betrayed my trust, a little innocent gurl with ribbons in her hair, i was placed in his care. He robbed my innocence, and took the little happieness i had, that took me five years to gain- but thats all gone now, because he decieved me.. I feel rotten, dirty, from what hes done....i feel as if i have to shower five times a day just to get

Writers Block
Here it is:end of November I haven't written a lick since I've been sober I keep on rereading my poems,over and over Wondering if my writing career that never started has ended To all of you reading,I hope you don't get offended While your spending time with mom and dad I was busy writing because it was all I had While your mom and dad were lending hands and had open ears My mom was assaulting me and reducing me to tears I was letting the paper soak up my tears Now,I've been doing it for years Now,that I think about it Why would you care at all Forget that you read this at all

Writtings On The Body
Sitting down looking at the rain drops, hitting your lifeless body. I realize you never wanted to compromise. All along my actions brought me to this day, the spot where you lie, your final resting place. The fight you gave, and the screams let out, all was silenced, when I caved in your mouth. Straight to the ground just like I thought. no more screams, for I ripped your jaw clean out. Pushed into a shallow grave, all the mud will cover, and your tomb hardend by the sun's ray. No trace will be recovered, I walk away clean. A smile I have, oh, the secret I keep inside me.

Written By Lover
HardCore.... Roll your tongue All over my body Push it in hard Smack my booty Make me scream Make me moan With your tongue My body roam I want it rough Give me what you got Bite my neck Hit my spot Make me cum Over and over again Leave me sore And stiff at the end Sweat dripping Down my body And into your back My nails I bury Make my body shake With pure ecstasy Make me say your name And call you daddy Make me remember What pain really is You know that pain To me is pure bliss Do it hard Do it fast Make sure baby That you last Riding you Or doggy style I dont care as long As I smile You know me I like the sex As long as I get mine F**k the rest Kiss me here Touch me there Baby lick me Everywhere Pull my hair Slam into me Oh Daddy Just give it to me

Written From Todays Youth's Point Of View
I am what I am This is the way I need to be me When I don't know what I want to be. My purple hair, pierced tongue and nose painted face, torn, and faded clothes. Confusion shows plainly on my face You only have to listen to my case. Don't drink, don't smoke, don't have no fun Yet that's what I see in everyone. "Oh, grow up", "no, your way to young" Which one is it, forked tongue. I am not sad, or bad, or confused Just a teen, trying to be amused. But where do I go, and what do I do I can only depend on that from you. You have to be there to understand That we're both living in alien land. So ignore the masks, the poses and stuff and remember that this world is tough. It was for you and it is for me So trust that I'll be the best I can be. © Copyright 2006 Amawitch-granny witch

Written In Anger Hurting Sadness
How could you do this to me . . . Why What did I do to deserve this I dont like the way i feel tyaken for granted and betrayed I should have forgiven you later in the day Should have made you work for it . . . . then decided but i let it slide let you conceal the feelings and thoughts you continued to hide that was the knife you plunged and buried deep into my heart and seperated my soul The tears are flowing and burning down my cheek makes me wonder what was from me you were trying to seek You dont get to be angry i do you tok my love and respect turned it into a pile of goo

Writing.
Ya know what I really like about writing? I really like it when I can take a complex topic and make it pertain to everyday life. Something that is important to me and open someones eyes about it. If I can make just one person think, I mean really think, man that does it for me. I absolutely love that! I kinda like writing with that indirect anger, you know the kind that every one can relate to? Im not very good at it, but I wish I was. Practice huh? Im not very good at writing about puppies, or poetry (although I took a little poetry in college) but I am good at trying to be a voice of reason. I like expressing the opinions that I know a lot of people have, but havenâ€™t spoken them for what ever reason. I dig that too. Lately I have been getting more and more into writing articles. The only difference for me is that I have to study and research (oh darn, learning? Woohoo!) before I spout off. But I am enjoying it a lot more than I ever thought I would. And the really cool thing i

Writing!!
Dear all you lost cherries!!! I find my self sitting and thinking.. Truely wondering is there life out there!! Honesty, I think Lost Cherry is Great!!! I am here to stay.. Right Here.. Knowing that I have to get up and sit right back and do it again!! I must say that Lost Cherry... Its Not what think!! Can you disagree with that!! Dear I hope not!! Thanks for taking the time out to read!! Dont know what I was trying to say!!! Still I hope you enjoyed!! Jeannie

Writing
My big hobby and part time job at this time is writing articles for pay. http://www.freewebs.com/randync/ will show ya my work. Click the associated content link on the page to make money (not alot but some) writing.

Written For Guys By Guys!
WRITTEN BY A GUY FOR GUYS! 1. Whatever you do, don't just show up at her house...she runs around in their underwear just like we do. 2. DON'T CHEAT ON HER. It may seem foolproof, but girls tell each other everything about everything. Trust me, she WILL find out and you will be mud. 3. Beware of every single male relative and all guy friends. Any of them would kick your ass at the drop of a hat, and a lot of them wouldn't even wait for the damn hat. 4. Never miss an opportunity to tell her she's beautiful. 5. Don't refuse to kiss her in front of your friends. If they laugh at you, it's just because they're jealous. 6. If she slaps you hard, you deserved it. 7. Don't be afraid to touch her if you want to. If she's going out with you in the first place, it's because she likes being in your arms. 8. If you don't sleep with her, DON'T tell your friends that you did. 8.5 If you DO sleep with her, DON'T tell your friends that you did. 9. You can be dirty minded i

Writing
on this cold lonesome night by myself with my radio, I can't help but wonder what she's doin now. As the thoughts come in of days of our past, Showing all of the good memories and how we hoped they would last. since these days there has been nothing but pain, for when the time comes for me to travel home the pain will be gone and my thoughts can roam. The most pain comes not from thoughts but from forgetting, the pain from forgetting what it feels like to be lying by her side, forgetting the feel of her skin and the softness of her touch,and the sweetness in her kiss. From day to day you begin to forget more and more until it all feels as if it was just a dream. A dream that was ment to pass, but felt as real as another day. What would happen if we both forgot what it was like to be together,

Written In Divorce
Beloved Deceitful wretch The deceitful wretch telling me lies Thinking them to be a comforting disguise Counting upon my gullibility Believing that through them I can not see Telling me lies of love and our content Acting as if it was heaven sent To be there always by my side Yet in the shadows the wretch does hide Pretending that I don’t know what is real Acting as though it cares how I feel Yet doing to me all that is wrong Tears fall with the words of the sad song Knowing that I know deep in my heart Soon we must split forever apart Turmoil in the eye of a storm made of lies To let it pretend longer is most unwise For a foundation so weak can never stand All passing away like the shifting sand Leaving nothing worth even bringing to mind It is the way of bad things left behind Better to clear the way for love so real One who will not deceive and cares how I feel One who does not hide in the shadows of lies One who shares their heart without need to di

Writing
What's Your Name? The scene opens in a funeral home where we see a large man standing over a small casket. In the casket lies the body of a woman that couldn't be older than twenty-eight. The man looks down on the body, with beads of sweat falling from his brow, and sighs deeply. He places his right hand on her forehead and lets out another heavy sigh. He lifts his hand from her forehead and walks over to a chair and lays his leather jacket on it. His face is suddenly revealed and we out this is none other than David Samuel Pugh the third, popuraly known as Hells Guardian. He slowly walks back towards the casket and kneels before it. Guardian: I've met a lot of people in my life, but none of them really mattered to me, but she did. I find that a little funny, because I never let anyone get close to me after Hayley and Jason were killed, but I let her in. I let her in my heart, a place no one else had seen in a good fifteen years, but I let her in to clean out the cobwebs that sur

Writing & Poetry
Sunset Kisses Current mood: flirty Category: Writing and Poetry Mood: Happy ~Sunset Kisses~ Sunset kisses melt like soft chocolate on a summer evening. You are my symphony that sets my soul and heart to dance. Sunset kisses feel like moistened droplets of love. Your gentile touch feels sensual and erotic. Melting puddles in your depths. Sunset kisses fall and gently splash on my head, trickles down my back, in liquid love at my feet, and warms my delightful soul. Sunset kisses rest on horizon of my brow, lingers there for a moment, soaking in our love. No words tell how love is felt. Sunset kisses fall like rain, washing my soul clean. My smile greets your face, I hear the quickening of your breath, smell of your cologne. Sunset kisses glow, warms my heart and fills my soul. Wrap me in your arms, drink from my body I

Writing Tonight
I am now pulling extra hours on my job, since I have a small vacation coming - the few days after the midterm elections our office will be closed (yeah, I saw this coming) and they'll let me work some overtime to get the extra money in. This cuts down on the time allotted me for writing severely (it was what I was planning to do with my Saturday; oh well). I am starting work on the aforementioned writing project for Britannia!, plus I have to put something together this evening as a game content publish is coming in over the next few days, and I want to get the jump on the other sites. I also intend to get at least one more 'freelance' article together for AC before I start on the asked-for stuff. So, two full articles between here and Sunday, and a start on the bigger stuff at the very least. Who ever said writing was something they did in their free time obviously wasn't doing much else to occupy it.

Writing, Authors Books
So I have to say I am actually getting into The CHildren of Men bye P.D. James. At first I was annoyed with her constant use complex language but as I keep reading it isn't bugging me as much.. Hey maybe it is an English thing and all writers from England speak/write like that. WHo knows, needless to say I have begun to finally enjoy the book and am waiting to see when the pregnant girl shows up... I know there has to be one cause my son showed me the previews of the movie based on the book (why I wanted to read it) and well someone has to get pregnant because what would be the point of the book if it was just about THE END OF MAN. It wouldn't be called THe Children of Men just The End of Men or maybe even Dead men walking or something funky like that. Today I was thinking about different writers etc.. and also about some of the writers on some of the readers groups I belong too. We are a strange group us writers. Sometimes a very ego maniac group (me included sometimes) I get a ki

The Writing Desk
He built it the old way Paid attention to the grain of the wood Ran his hands across the face of each board You can feel what you can’t see He cut each joint with chisel and saw Dovetailed drawers and tenoned rails are best Fit them tight and check them with the fingers You can feel what you can’t see This one would be plain No fancy carvings or ornamentation The beauty would be hidden in the workmanship You can feel what you can’t see Drawers that slide smooth as silk Doors that close with a satisfying click Shellac applied with an ox-hair brush You can feel what you can’t see A thousand people would see it Generations of hands would touch it Maybe only one or two would be touched back If you pay attention You can feel what you can’t see

Written By: Erotica
Moonlight Dark, alone together moonlight softens the night as she stands so sensual gently by the wall a small window open to the world golden light silhouettes her hips caresses the curve of her breasts her face hidden in dark shadow safety in shadows intelligent eyes gently glow A young women vulnerable, confident, excited delicate hands arms deliberate at her side she stands there a soft etching to art and beauty to life and lust

Written By: Erotica
I hear the Wind It blows around me Those mighty Winds that do blow I know that you are close at hand The Winds just told me so The Winds Whisper Your Name Caressing my face with a whisper Calling out your name The Winds of delight entice me I shall never be the same The Winds Whisper Your Name The Whispers of the Winds I will follow And where they lead I shall go, undaunted For the Winds that blew you to me Will take me where I must go The Winds Whisper Your Name Upward into the mountains Through the forest green Deep in the winter's snow Calmly across the lakes serene glow I have come to touch your Soul The Winds Whisper Your Name Free to look and search this earth No matter how far that may be Free to follow the Whispering Wind As it should be for a Wild Heart like me The Winds Whisper Your Name I hear your laughter on the Wind A pleasing sound to my sensual mind I try with all my might To send my Spirit

Written By"erotica
I Look Upon Her I look upon her face lying on my pillow Lit by the light of my bedroom window Wrapped within my gently arms Knowing she will come to no harm I look upon her hair, soft and fair Unable to find the words to compare Answers she has given me in times of pain That love and hope will visit again I look upon her lips, moist and red Giving me life when all was dead She restored my heart when it was lost Melting what was covered in frost I look upon her breasts, firm and strong Knowing that love could not be wrong Slowly moving with every breath Always knowing she was not like the rest I look upon her hips, round and smooth Gently touching not daring to move I fix the sheets with delicate care But a gentle kiss is all I dare I look upon her face staring into mine Filling my body as if it were wine I close her eyes with gentle kisses For she has answered all my wishes.

Written By: Erotica
A touch of skin soft and slippery, With the hint of hint of sweat. We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets, As the wind flowed from the window above us. Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance, To abandon all of our uncertainties. You began your work on my lips, Probing gently as if drawing sex, From a deep well of longing and need. Then heated tongues met in the midst, Of hot and quickening breath. And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts. Then intoxicated with those spirits, Our clothes found resting place on the floor. Piece by piece, Until there were no hiding places, For the two glistening and wanting bodies. Hunger revealed in this hot moment. Then skin meshed with skin, As the floor became the stage. You moved atop of me easily, Kissing me as youlowered yourself gently. As a gasp broke the kiss, Your hands stroked the stray strands, Away from my forehead, then became entangled. Our slow rhythm gave way, To urgent and demanding thrusts of

Written By:erotica
Passions revealed desires sedated never once believed such pleasures awaited. Romance claimed lost desire now greed no estatic long nights just fullfilling a need. But with lingering glances on satin smooth skin through the night we languish in the erotica of skin. A candle lit dinner alone to test our will champaine on ice inhibitions to chill. A fire in the hearth our only light yet hold back the urges as passion fills the night. Caressing your hair a masage designed to please your breathing grows soft a sensual tease. Lips finally meet so tender and hoping tounges intertwine searching not groping. Finger tips trace from your neck down your spine awakening nerves the pleasure devine. Cloths whisper as they fall to the floor bringing pleasure in the skin they show no rush no hurry all night to take it slow. A trail of kisses the soft backs of knees bodys aching yearning eager to please. By the light of the fire two bodys j

Writing Submission
Titled: The Little Kid Down The Street Copyright - 2006 I am the little kid that lives down the street I am the one that throws the baseball at your feet I am the little boy The one that mows your lawn I am the one that delivers your paper And feeds your dog and cat when you're gone I'm the little boy That grew up with your kid I'm the neighbor next door That grew old and you wondered how he did. I'm the little boy that grew into the man The kid that everyone said couldn't do what others can I'm that little boy That you once used to see and smile And I'm the little boy Who still drives by your house every once in awhile I just wanted to write this poem To let those kind folks know I'm that little boy Who's had the luck of the draw Everywhere I go To those who said I couldn't And to those that said I can Hello, I'm that little boy Who's grown into a responsible and doing very well grown man

Writing Submissions - Part 2
Titled - His Song - Her Song Copyright 2006 His Song: She was to blame It was such a shame I didn't know what to do But I know it's your fault too You were a lying whore You walked right out the door I couldn't take your shit no more Because I never knew what it was for. No matter what I said or did You made it sound like I was to blame You wouldn't take responsibility And you just pointed to me in shame I thought you were telling me a lie I wasn't happy with you anyway I wanted out of this crap romance And if I stayed, I think I'd die No matter what I could say or do It didn't do any help for me or you I'm glad I walked out when I could Because I don't think that you would. Her Song: It was your fault That our relationship came to an end You would never take the blame And you walked out on me that day I never knew why it came to an end But you always put the blame on me I wasn't always the one that was wrong

Write Like Im Right..............
Do I like the way I write this, or write the way I like it, to fight the way I fight it, the times I'd wake up frightened, the things I felt despite them, could I be somehow enlightened? this selfesteem be somehow hieghtened? I feel redeemed and somehow like it, was just a fiend and now am somehow knighted, so we've seen the way I'd write it, lets see if it turns out anything like it. 9_24_06 DROW1

Write A Love Letter
One of the best ways to convey exactly how you feel about someone is through words. A special love poem written by you or someone else, sentimental quotes or thoughts of love are just a few ways to convey your thoughts to your loved one. When writing a love letter, you can tell your love exactly how you feel with words from the heart! "Those who love deeply never grow old." ~ Writing the perfect love sentiments can be a little difficult for anyone. Due to that fact, we've gathered some love quotes, sentiments, You might also consider sending an e-card that has the perfect sentiments already on it! "Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction." ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery Tips for writing your own love letter Imagine exactly how your love will feel when they see your feelings in a poem, quote, or sentiment. You can even go a little further and post it as a love dedication or in poetic form on the Internet for your love to

Writing
* This i did not write, but someone sent it to me and it touched me, i just wanted to share it with anyone who cares to read it. THE OLIVE TREE A confused sub came before a wise Master who adored her. She felt that to submit to him would mean she would open her heart to unbearable pain should he ever leave her. She hungered for him and needed him, but was ready to walk away in panic. The gentle Master knelt her before him and started a tale of love and devotion. As she looked up at him his arms began to widen and open like a large tree stretches its branches to the sky. At that moment the Master appeared rooted to the floor and his impressive size towered above her like a giant tree. Then he began to speak... The Olive Tree I'm here for you...now and always no matter how far time and space takes us.... Whether you walk away from me today or you stay and serve me I will not turn from you. I am as patient as time itself; I will take not from you unless you give freely and com

Writing
Just got an overwhelming urge to write something here. I'd like to say that I"m very thankful that the friends I have on here are very adorable, very cute, and very attractive. And I don't mean to downgrade anyone, because I don't think anyone is "perfect" but some of the pictures I have seen on Lost Cherry are just so morally wrong and gross I can't see why someone would want to show off what they are showing off. It just makes no damn bit of sense. I have seen GUYS and GIRLS on here showing off stuff I don't know if I'd want the public to see. I have some pictures of me on here that are somewhat spicy, and I haven't posted those to the open forum, OR even to friends only, because I'm not sure what people might take of it. Everyone on here that views, I don't "know" personally except a couple that I've given access to, but I guess to me, it's always been a self conscious thing. I've just never understood why some people that are showing what they are showing ARE doing it. It'

Written With Love
Two traveling angels Keep reading to the bottom of the page -- don't stop at the feet (You'll see). Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion's guest room. Instead the angels were given a small space in the cold basement. As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied, "Things aren't always what they seem." The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife. After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest. When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field. The

Write The Vision (video)
================= SEE VIDEO BELOW ================= WRITE THE VISION Lenora Love Whiteside Write the vision while it is day while it is night by candlelight. Write the vision as you kneel and pray Whatever it is that your inner eye see write the vision as the Holy Spirit gives you Love, Peace, Joy & Liberty And the Lord answered me and said, Write the vision and make it plain upon tables that he may run that readeth it, write the vision, whether your gay or feeling gloom, keep on writing even while the day is doom, whatever it is that your inner eye see, Write the vision as the Holy Spirit gives you, Love, Peace, Joy & Liberty! (c)2000, Lenora Love Whiteside Poet & Spoken Word Artist ============================ WRITE THE VISION -- (VIDEO) Lenora Love Whiteside ============================ Lenora Love whiteside, Poet & Spoken Word Artist WEBSITE: www.LenoraLove.com EMAIL: LenoraLove@Yahoo.com

Writing Part 1
A young handsome gentleman stops into a small store in a quite part of Florida. He feels the heat hit his body as he steps out of his truck. The humidty sticks to his skin like honey. As he fills up his truck with gas he looks into the little store and sees this stunning woman inside who is working there. He day dreams of her as if he can see her walking and moving in slow motion.... Seeing her wipe the small amount of persperation off her chest he gets so far into this day dream that he over fills his gas tank and it starts to pour out as he jumps back to get out the way. The woman inside noticed him becuse there are no customers inside as he looks back at her she smurks at him and he grins back at her. As he screws the lid back on his gas tank he thinks about the woman inside as it eats him up like a wild beast inside He walks to the door wearing tight blue jeans and a button up shirt, feeling his pants start to grow with the thought of her as he tries to calm down before he

Writing Part 2
So she slowly started to move from the counter, touching herself slowly on her jeans against the wall. As she watched the gentleman walking around the store she had already noticed his obvious buldge in his jeans. She kept thinking of how it would feel to be in her hand, to be touching her skin, feeling his throbbing cock as he entered her. The gentle man walked slowly up towards the counter. She slowly raises her one finger and tells him to come closer by flicking her finger at him. He jumps over the counter and grabs ahold of her feeling the heat come off of her neck close to his chest. He looks deep into her eyes while kissing her, he puts a hand around her neck and one around her waist pulling her closer to him. She raises her hand to stroke his cheek as she can feel her body fill with heat and desire. As he kisses her, he feels her soft gentle hand starts to massage his hard package, feeling this his knees buckle with pleasure. As his hand cups her breast he feels her m

Writing Part 3
Wanting more she begins to tug at her panties trying to rip them off. The little pink string on the side starts to tear from her force. She is trying to break it to feel his mouth on her pink skin. She rips them off and throws them onto the floor. Letting her hot wet pussy feel the coolness of the air. When he lowers he blows cool hair down her chest and works his way to her inner thighs. When he gets there he licks her right inner thigh and when he does this it makes her squirm and begs for him to taste her. He kisses and nibbles on her thighs making her move a little more. Moving his tongue slowly up her thighs, he rasies up slowly blowing a little air on her moistness. Making her raise her hips trying to get contact with his soft lips. He gently pulls away so there isnt contact yet. Then looking at her with his sexual eyes he licks from the bottom all the way to the top. Tasting every bit of her sweet pussy in his mouth and enjoying every secdond of it. As he is making her

Writing Part 4
Pulling him towards her, she finally feels his hard throbbing piece go in her. He slowly pulls out leaving just the head in. She screams wanting more insde of her. He takes his cock out and starts to rubbing her pussy from top to bottom. As she squirms she whispers in his ear "I want it now". After hearing this he slowly puts his dick back in her. Feeling her arms around him he slowly goes in deeper getting a loud moan out of her. He begins to pull out slow feeling the tightness of her makes him moan. Her pussy walls grab his cock as if it wasnt going to let go. This is a great feeling for him. He starts slowly moving in and out of her putting it all the way in her until she can feel his hot sack against her ass. She moans loud and grabs his ass to push him deeper. Knowing in his head that he is not going to last long he starts to grind into her tight pussy trying not to make to much friction to where he explodes before he can feel her cum again. She starts to moan louder

Writtings
I SEE YOU I see you for what you really are, A beautiful person from inside and out. I see you for what you really are, A friend that does not judge me for the things that I have done or what I am. I see you for what you really are A beautiful smile, a sexy woman, a pair of the most intriguing eyes. I see you for what you really are A lost soul like mine searching for that warmth of an embrace, the touch of a caring face. I see you for what you really are That someone that only comes along once in such a great while. I see you for what you really are A friend, until the end no matter what happens between us along this journey we are on. I see you for what you really are That is, you. That is what I see you as, you. TTW 042406

Writen Last Night At Work
I wonder if I am doing right As I work till dawn shed it’s light And my thoughts go to distant things I wonder what the future brings As I think about my hopes in life And go through the hardships and strife I wonder if it is worth it all As I think of the past beyond recall And write my thoughts out for all to see I wonder what will now become of me As I sit and dream of hope and love And look for the answers from heaven above I wonder if it maters you see As I think of what has been and will be And spend my time lost in thought I wonder if all has been for naught By R. Thomas Dinsmore

Written For A Friend
THE MIND OF TRUST Fear a false evidence appearing real killing the love and the trust that we feel Loss of intimacy is replaced with anxiety unknown liaison found common in society Wandering eyes that seek out new a play mate expecting you home yet you come back late Plans the were made and now are in tatters pain at the thoughtless act, anger because it matters That one who professes love does things that create doubt is a sign of one self seeking without thinking things out As to who will pay the price for the things that matter least placing any ahead of love will give rise to the green eyed beast A monster with a will to destroy trust first of all it does this by using our pride to lead us to the fall It tells us that the one we love is untrue it shows us all of the signs of a love new It leads us to wonder where our love has been it creates images in our minds of the greatest sin Betrayal of all we held dear, now in disgust leaving us empty,

Written In The Style Of Casey At The Bat
Mighty Gobie at the Pole It was extremely windy and quite cold upon that day But we decided to go fishing and we gathered anyway They had already begun, before I got there all was fine they had picked out their spots, and had casted out their line The old pro of the group had let me bait my hook I picked a spot and casted hard, no one gave a look The cold was cutting deep and I was grateful for the dog she blocked the wind so well and her warmth I wanted just to hog Suddenly there came a shout of fish on ! that's how it did begin The mammoth man called Tiny stood up and reeled his line in he showed it there for all the world to see a perch he did display And to our amazement it was legal but he would have kept it anyway Still the old pro had caught nothing and neither so had I we waited all on mighty Queen Gobie to give it her best try She moved to a new spot and determination she did show We would not get the best of her she surely let us know then su

Written Of A Poker Game Gone Bad
ROTTEN LUCK RON They say unlucky in cards, lucky in love ! Well then I better get laid if push comes to shove. For it has long been said of love of this kind . You could get hairy palms and would go blind . I should have known better than to sit down with sharks but then what could go wrong these cards had no marks It's just a friendly game between me and few friends we play just for the fun, We don't count the loses till it ends So begin we did just three of us there to start the rest had not arrived yet lacking the heart twenty five each in the chips to play we took Bubba counted it out and wrote down in the book We antied in and started the friendly game this time it was different yet some how the same the same place, the same people and the cards I brought I'd find out soon that it's not the cards if luck is for naught first play was done and Bubba and I both lost the hand Go figure stone face Sandi to win yet again cool and collected she sits

Written Of A Girl Friend Who Chose Crack Over Love
In Love with the End She walks the fine edge dancing between death and life Lost in this world of confusion unable to deal with her strife Wanting not to feel anything, all the joys, hurts, and pain Needing release from her thoughts yet once again Seeking any thing to take all away, to give freedom from all Lost in the uses of all the things she can’t even recall So alone and needing to be held and caressed tenderly So trapped in her mind and full of her self like one lost at sea Going down where only fools choose to tread Soon life will be over and she will be dead Wrapped up in self loosing all she held dear Lost in her own world and letting none near Gone and never to be free of her hell Her drugs and drink are the bars of her cell She paces and waits for the end to finish this lie She embraces the reaper; it is her time to die By R. Thomas Dinsmore

Writing In A Book
Writing In A Book i wrote your name in the book today. it didn't mean much but i had alot to say. i wrote of your smile, how it can lite up a room and the way we kissed by the lake lit by the moon. i wrote of your touch, how it drives me insane and the way you curess my body to take away the pian. i wrote of your nose, how it wrinkles when mad and the way you giggle to keep me from feeling bad. i wrote of your cheeks, how they dimple when you laught and the way they turn beat red when i tickle you like that. i wrote of your eyes, how they melt at my hart and the way you stared back into mine when i relized i loved you back at the start. i wrote of your heart, how it beat's with mine and the way it keeps life in this body of mine. i wrote your name in the book today. to remind me that an etirnity can end so forever with you i will stay. Jesse Wayne Strong Copyright ©2006 Jesse Wayne Strong

Written In New Orleans
The True battle of New Orleans Time will tell the tale of life and how well one does live The judgment is gods alone the reward his alone to give many who would claim that they are righteous are living a big lie Who would toss others into hell fire surely then must die For Jesus said of himself let he without sin cast forth the first stone He said of those who run only so warm they never were truly known He gave us two commandments that we were to live with all our might Those who do not practice them will never be found right For men did write the bible and added to it for there own desire To control the hearts and minds of those they added burning fire What of this then can we say is what we are to do What is the way to peace of the soul and living life anew I am the light and the way no one comes to the father except through me We are to live as he did live the only way to be set free But we should know that men do err and will not live perfectly So be care

Writers Block
Blocked, can't go any futher, lost for words, sentences doesn't make sense. Formatt is immature, amature, not as good as it can get or should be for public reading at all. Frustration, impatient, I'm done. Second thoughts, third thoughts, and back to the beginning. Desire for approval leading to anxiety, forgetting your thoughts and mis-spelling words. Errors, typagraphical, puncuation and more. Nothing is working for you nothing at all. Ideas, bright one dull ones and even the irrelavant ones. Free writing, journal writing, diary writing to make it work, yet your stuck right where the cursor blinks. It taunts you, laughs at you all while it waits. Come on it screams at you, frightening you, making you nervous, confusing you. I need a break, maybe some coffee to give me a jolt...but nothing. No jolt, no idea, not any new ones at least. Dam this writers block I'm never going to finish. Does this sound like you, well if so do we have a solution....all you have to do is pay 16 easy pa

Writer
You Should Be a Joke Writer You're totally hilarious, and you can find the humor in any situation. Whether you're spouting off zingers, comebacks, or jokes about life... You usually can keep a crowd laughing, and you have plenty of material. You have the makings of a great comedian - or comedic writer. What Type of Writer Should You Be?

Written For My Family
BEYOND A SHADOW OF DOUBT I LOOK TO YOU FOR LIGHT AND GUIDANCE TO LEAD ME FOR LOVE AND PROTECTION CARE AND DEVOTION LOYALTY AND STRENGTH TRUTH AND TRUST HOPE AND FAITH AND THE CONTENTMENT IN KNOWING I WILL ALWAYS HAVE YOU IN MY LIFE WHEN I FALL FROM GRACE YOU LIFT ME WHEN I FLY OFF THE HANDLE YOU CATCH ME IF I GET LOST IN THOUGHT, SELF PITY OR TRANSLATION YOU ARE THERE TO HELP ME BACK TO WHERE I NEED TO BE RIGHT HERE, RIGHT BESIDE YOU, IN FRONT OF YOU, AND ALL AROUND YOU BECAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU NEED ME AS MUCH AS I NEED YOU THERE IS NOTHING IN THIS WORLD THAT MEANS MORE TO ME THAN FAMILY THIS PIECE IS DEDICATED TO THOSE OF YOU THAT HAVE BEEN THERE FOR ME WITH OUT A QUESTION OR SECOND THOUGHT I'D LIST YOUR NAMES BUT YOU ALL KNOW VERY WELL WHO YOU ARE AND YOU KNOW THAT MY HEART LIES SOLELY WITH YOURS, MY HANDS IN YOUR HANDS AND MY SOUL IN YOUR SOULS TE AMO PARA SIEMPRE ♥ KRISS

Write Write Write
just because her eye's dont tear doesn't mean her heart don't cry. and just because she comes off strong doesn't mean there's nothing wrong. I don't really think about anything too much. I live in the present. I move on. I don't think about what happened yesterday. If I think too much, it kind of freaks me out. If being fresh to death is a crime, i think its time for me to see the jury. I SEE IT AS THIS... If you knew the person I've become I promise you, you would cry-- no don't thank me baby, it's all because of YOU It hurts when I dream of you but not nearly as much as when I wake up. how can i miss you when you were never even here it was in that moment i realized loving someone doesn't always make them love you

Writtings
Erotic writing is as old as literature itself. Most of us are familiar with de Sade’s infamy due to his scandalous writing, we’ve all heard stories about Penthouse letters, we’re no longer shocked by ”discoveries” of ”hidden” double meanings of some of the Shakespearian’s verses. Some experts will say that it was Anais Nin who popularized writing that is quintessential erotica. Nin’s writing had been enjoyed for decades by both men and women. Delta of Venus has become a staple of every library of every person that reads and it doesn’t shock or embarrass anybody, there’s so much smut – and not necessarily of sexual nature, think ”Cops”-- on television that it’s really no wonder nobody cares about Nin’s characters’ lesbian encounters, sex with corpses or animals. The next level of erotic writing was quite predictable, the way everything has become with the spread of Internet use. It’s been for years that men and women become quite familiar with erotic writing online. People love onli

Write By A Friend
one day I hope to hold you hard within my grasp learning all the lessons that come from my deep past remembering that sometimes the reason that we fail is that we never stop to do those things that make us hale we forget that life is living we forget to live our dreams forget about the little things that used to hold great meanings we walk along another path one that makes us frail weak we seek another way but always it will pale relationships will suffer as our passion tends to grow in the wrong direction but we never know until that one day comes to us the day we realize that life is more than living it's in days first sunrise it's the magic of the moment the song within the air the freshness of a daydream we find we can't compare for life is in the beauty of a sonnet of a song that carries us beyond our dreams beyond the days so long when the slightest touch caresses when a word can move the sun when three words can change the course of time we ge

Write/call Your Congressman: Plant-killer Fungus Vote
I just got this in a message from cannabis culture magazine and thought I would shareThe Office of the National Drug Control Policy budget bill is up for a vote. It includes provisions and money for the development of aerial sprays of herbicides to kill poppies, coca, cannabis. Earlier this year, DRCNet reported on a push by the (ONDCP) drug czar John Walters and drug warriors in Congress to pass a reckless bill to research the use of mycoherbicides -- toxic, fungal plant killers -- as a means of attacking illicit drug crops. Even government agencies are unenthusiastic about this one -- our article cited the Florida Dept. of Environmental Protection, the Department of Agriculture, the State Department, the CIA and even the DEA as agencies that have rejected the idea as dangerous for health and the environment as well as likely to meet with resistant strains of poppy and coca against which it would be ineffective. Unfortunately, some less prudent members of Congress -- Rep. Mark Soud

Writing Number 2
Waiting to be Found I fell into the shadows I got lost within the pain Straying from the light (And waiting to be saved) I wait and hide Trying to decide Find me Love me Leave me Waiting to be found Alone in the darkness Reaching towards the light Concealed by the shadows (And waiting to be saved) I wait and hide Trying to decide Find me Love me Leave me Waiting to be found With an empty stare I wait Fear locks me in this place I am left within my thoughts (And waiting to be saved) I wait and hide Trying to decide Find me Love me Leave me Waiting to be found Moonlight through the window Passing through my veil of tears Illuminate my tattered soul (Still waiting to be saved) I wait and hide Trying to decide Find me Love me Leave me Waiting to be found Still waiting to be found….

Writing 3
Scars on the Inside You don't witness my pain But it doesn't mean its not there You think you see me so clearly But I stand in the dark mists of my pain I took the chance on you Thought you might be the one Maybe you could see past it all Shattered soul and twisted fears Scars on the inside I took the chance on you Thought you might be the one I would have given it all to you And asked for nothing in return You will never see me cry I could slowly fade away And you would never comprehend what you once held Shattered soul and twisted fears Scars on the inside But you are like all the rest I could just fade away And you would never know what you once had Your perception of me is so screwed up Just because you don't see the scars Just because you don't see me bleed Doesn't mean a thing You will never see the real me Never see me cry Shattered soul and twisted fears Scars on the inside...

Writing 4
Reflection The dark clouds burst above Sheets of rain like needles I sense you here with me And it makes me tremble And the rain comes pouring down, Its resurrection A reflection of what used to be And I’m just a reflection Damp ground beneath my feet I feel your intense stare I close my eyes, sinking down And I am consumed by you there And the rain comes pouring down, Its resurrection A reflection of what used to be And I’m just a reflection And the rain comes pouring down Its all deception A reflection of what used to be Just a reflection of me Thunder crash and lightening flash Rain and tears upon my face Wash it all away Wash you away And the rain comes pouring down Its all perception A reflection of what used to be Just a reflection of me Rising spirit, ascend the storm My eyes unobstructed now You’re not there Just a reflection of you And the rain comes pouring down It’s my salvation Just a reflection of what used to be The

Writing And Poetry
Go Merry Mary go round Drown what you found and so frantically bound A life in the gutter A mine in the coal A heart doesn't flutter When it's dead in the soul Go Mary Merry go round Down on the ground is the safest of sound If death is a doorway He wants a way out Double pained windows Inaudible shout Go Merry Mary go round Drown what you found and run fast into town

Writing On The Shower Door....
1. Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? Open, my closet monster is nocturnal 2. Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel? Depends on if they are a decent brand 3. Have you ever 'done it' in a hotel? I've done more than "it" 4. Have you ever stolen a street sign before? No, it was afraid of heights and jumped from the pole into my arms....mean ol' highway department! 5. Do you like to use post-it notes? I'm wearing a dress made entirely of post-it notes right now 6. Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? sometimes, but then again...I just like to cut things 7. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees? I would rather be attacked by a swarm of Dawn worshipping groupies 9. Do you always smile for pictures? Nope, I hate having my pic taken 10. What is your biggest pet peeve? People who don't respect others 11. Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? I'm not allow

Writings, Ramblings
Sat here early this a.m. and felt inspired---and wanted to share... Please enjoy---and feel free to comment--good, bad, or the ugly! On the Wings of Dreams I'm flying free with a dreamer's dream, To a land without fear, darkness, and doubt; Where shadows and hauntings of all time and space, Are rainbows with colors that endlessly grace... happiness, hope, and all joys to embrace. A land with no storms, without pouring rains, where changes abound and great comfort remains; Where all hate is replaced, all questions erased; Where new memories are shaped, with wonderous light... of romance and love, before out of sight; A dreamland of heaven without jaded thought, where butterflies are free, their colors uncaught; With milk oceans to see, fresh air to breathe; Countless flowers and trees, fragrancing the soft whispering breeze. No more webs of deceit, where lovers have fought; No battles of hopelessness, where all love is lost. Maybe our dreams hold the la

Written For Someone Special
He knows who he is..... > while i wait for you at my house, i hear the doorbell ring. i open the door and you are standing there....i pull you into my house, slamming the front door closed..and you grab me. we kiss passionately. from there i go right on my knees and lick all the way down the front of your body. licking slowley, i lick all the way back to you ass while i stroke your cock. licking my way back up to the head of your cock..i jerk you off with my lips and tongue on one side of your shaft and my hand on the other. this makes you so hard you pull me up and drag me into my bedroom. from there you suckmy neck down to my nipples...pulling down the pink sheer lacey outfit i have on. you start sucking my nice smooth hot pink shaved wet lips making me cum...then you get on top of me and slide that huge cock into my tight hole...slamming me and putting my legs over your shoulder...i keep cumming. the you flip me on my stomache and start fucking me hard...pulling my hair..smacking

Writer's Block
Nothing to write, nothing to feel, nothing to say Empty thoughts, empty word float in the wind I’m not a child, I’m not your property don’t tell me how to be I’m a jerk; I’m an idiot you often say If I’m all of this then why do you stay?

Written By A Friend
The scent of her perfume Filled my lover's dark room I reached to touch her face As both of our hearts raced Her luscious lips kissed mine With a taste that was divine We both felt our blood rush Within a burning lust She stood before me nude Her skin was so soft, smooth Upon the bed we did climb Together we laid entwined She did so anticipate That moment I would penetrate She was so warm, so wet I could never forget So romantic was that scene Like something out a dream We felt unmatched pleasure For which there's no measure Together in ecstasy We found heaven, you see And in my love's bed we stayed In an embrace, we laid And watched the rising sun After two hearts became one

Writing Helps A Broken Heart
I am going to do quite a bit of writing cuz apparently it's good to help heal a broken heart. I need to be able to pour out my soul somewhere so i decided here would be where I would do it. I have never been the type of person who puts her heart right out there for everyone to see. I am usually pretty secretive about how my heart feels. Well, someone changed that. He took down the walls I built to protect myself. Piece by piece. Now, I don't have what I need to put them back up. I used to be the one who pulled away when things started getting serious! I am in so much emotional pain right now and it's causing me to not be able to make any good of all that has happened. I do believe it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. I don't regret loving anyone I have loved in my life.I just feel so alone and so isolated. I'm scared. I am fighting a battle that i can't win right now. When do i stop fighting? When does this all get better? Does it? I have friends

Writing And Poetry
new poem just read it dont ask ! take a look inside me see my world goin crazy igot no where left to be all these thing ive done feel,s like its unbreakable iwanted to be that some one now i have to stay alone tryin to ove along but no1 seemed to be around i still can c ur pretty face in my mind i cant replace night by night day by ...day u just gave ur heart i was so stupid and let it slide i choozed dat way now my world have changed ive been around town thinkin u were around i wish i could go back ina day take my whole reactions back its amazing how u color my world my life would get on track some times u have to crush and burn,take a major turns see you whole like ..goes around some times u make mistakes it take wot it take then pulls u toward the groung hearing ppl speak hurt so bad had made me weak all i got to say that they didnt know and they will now they gona see my dreams just grow its not the way it was b4 it wont bother an

Writing And Poetry2
fake. when i look in to ur eyez i dunt get surprize after all u did to me it all turn liez who are u look wot u did to me &dunt stop me cuz ull be walking on ur knee dunt crawl back to my door ill never treat u like i did b4 at that time ull be da 1 dat ill ignore u hurt me so bad that i cant take it any more u used to be sum1 that i adore i guess i dunt luv u ne more &dunt give me apoligize ,thats how i roll the dise i dunt feel it in ur eyez dats wot i realize dunt tell me why im being like this unresonable with no sence suddenly i b-cum careless ..... i want to for get the day we met ,the sight we kissed under the tree the time i bless u wen ever u sneez ,it all liez&it not makeing ne sence to me is der any thing i missed ,except the day we met ?!!! i remamber ur voice ur laughter the things that u said its gona be ever after ,i thought my smile is gona last too bad cuz it cuz our past it all turn out fake ,u think its ea

Writing And Poetry3
you &i. my life with u is a fairy tale sumthin imaginary i cant tell ur luv cursed me like a spell with out you my life wel turn to hill in cold nights u keep warm hug me so tight till i get numb wen u put ur arms around me i 4get every thing surround me baby iam wot i am b-cuz of ur truth i miss u ,,out u i dunt no wot ryt to do i want u to under stand thats liveing out u is sumthing i cant i want u here with me u seem evry thing i need i dunt care hw long is the destence &it wont make any defrence with every word u say u stun me arnt u amazing baby just tell me its time 4 u and me 2 choos our desteny am urs and ur mine &theres nothing getting us out the line u will always gona be in my heart theres nothing gona tair us a part u &i gona stay together so cloz so tight 4 ever

Writing And Poetry4
you are ..! ur name is a rythem ur breath is a symfony baby i have u ,u seem evey thing 4me i need u 2night i need u to make it right wen am wth u all ma dreams b-cum true i cant let u go i just wana be with you iwant u to hold me tight cuz u da 1 who makes me feel so right i think of you all nyt wen i turn out da light every nyt wen m laying my bed i hear ur voice goes on my head i cant stop thinking about all da things the ive done and said

Written By My Husband!
" Wednesday, December 20, 2006 The difference between military and civilians. Alot of civilians say there is really no difference between us military and them. Just a uniform and different work hours. Truth is and this is going to shock and piss off alot of civilians. The military is way different from the rest of the world. Especially military wives. They get up with us, wait for us to get off work , sometimes later then usual and sometimes waiting a year or more for us to come home. When is the last time someone who worked in Wal-Mart was asked to go to Iraq to open a store there or fight a war. The military spend countless hours during the day training. Physical training and combat training as well. While we are busy doing that, the wives are taking care of the house, bills, and sometimes kids. It takes alot to earn the right to wear the uniform now days and it takes alot to endure the hell combat will put into you and on you. When a civilian leaves town, it's usually for

Written Only Days After His Passing.
Devin Michael Duval June 20,1993-December 1,2005 On December 1, 2005, I lost a part of me that I never got a chance to know, and now will never have that chance again. That person was my son Devin Michael Duval. When he was only 4 years old, he was diagnosed with Leukemia. Because of differences between Devin's mother and I, I was never given the chance to become the father I wanted to, to Devin. I will always regret not enforcing my rights as a father. So please anyone out there that has a child, do everything possible to spend time with them. You never know when God is going to call them home. He is always in need of Angels, and Devin surely was one. I will always cherish every moment I spent with Devin, and he will always be alive in my heart. Till I see you again in Heaven, My Son, I will always think of you and keep a candle burning in your memory. I Love You and will never forget You. Who You'd Be Today Video - Kenny Chesney lyricsKenny Chesne

Writing
She stands tall, thin, and strong. Her hair is a shade of beautiful blond. Most of the time it is held up with silver pins. For now though, it remains draped around her shoulders. Black attire cloaks her peach hued skin. In daylight her eyes are the utmost stormy blue, while in darkness they are blood red. During daylight hours she slips underground and travels the world by metro. She resides amongst the shadows that lurk on the station walls. She sits and takes in the incarnation of the atmosphere around her. "Is this seat taken?" a deep voice inquires. Stirred from her people watching she looks up into a youth's Aqua eyes. He looks to be in his eighteenth year, one year her older. He is tall and well-built. His hair is spiked and jet-black. Around his left ear he wears a silver ear band. Black attire clothes his dark skin. "Yes go right ahead" she replies. "Thank you," he says, their eyes meet once again. They both peer deep within ea

Writing
Submission forms in drips, As wax melts onto skin. Domination is the word, That has led me to this sin. I need to take control of you, Make your every move for me. Tantalise and tease you, As I take your skin in my teeth. Bite down hard upon, The spots that make you shiver. Then run my finger nails down your thighs, And watch them as they quiver. I will hold you captive, Tie you up in restraints. Resistance is futile; I won't listen to any complaints. I can tell by the heat that rises, From the wax as it boils upon your skin. That you want me to be the one, To deliver you into this sin. Notches on the bed head Will keep the score. As I untie your wrists And throw you to the floor. Every move you make, Now is made for me. Domination is the word, Of this my fantasy.

Written On A Paper Plate
fall asleep with me my angel dark a dreary pull me away from the depths of hell and cleanse me take me away from all the sadness that life brings I dont know when i wrote this little blurb on a paper plate but it must have been one of my insomniac moments or a someties after a night terror anyways i thought it was kind of interesting

Writen Of My Ex
my nightmare I met the woman of my dreams We were so happy or so it did seem She was way beyond compare And now she’s gone , goodbye my nightmare She took my best friend to bed It was a sight I can’t get out of my head I was as sad as could be He was the best hunting dog you ever did see We went and got a divorce There was no problem getting it of course The thing about blood you see She’s not my wife but we’re still family I met the woman of my dreams We were so happy or so it did seem She was way beyond compare And now she’s gone , goodbye my nightmare So I began to date Free of that woman I’d grown to hate Kissing in theater right there Who should show up, but my nightmare The moral is clear as it can be Take the time to know the her while you are free Make sure she’s sent from above Cause some call it stalking and some call it love I met the woman of my dreams We were so happy or so it did seem She was way beyond compare And now she’s gon

Writing And Poetry
I Am Category: Writing and Poetry I am who I am. You are who you are. I wont change you so don't change me. You do what you do. I do what I do. We are who we are. We cant change each other. Dont try to be someone your not. It will get you nowhere fast. Just be yourself that is all anyone can ask.

Writing And Poetry
Come to me Category: Writing and Poetry Come to me, show me what you got, let me taste you in me, let me feel you inside and out, don't be scared, fell the rush, give yourself to me, hurt me, make me bleed, make me scream your name, i'm you slave, you control my every move, make me yours.

Writing And Poetry
You killed my soul Category: Writing and Poetry You took my heart and soul and ripped them apart. I hope you happy now that my heart and soul are gone. I am now dead to the world. Walking this earth with no hope of ever being loved again. My only hope is that maybe there is someone out there who can make me whole again.

Writing And Poerty
Christmas The soldiers that fight to keep us free Let us all say a prayer for Christmas eve They do a job unusual and unlike any other They do a job that makes them all brothers They do what they can to not shed any tears They do what they can to not show any fear Though deep inside they are scared and crying For all around them their brothers are dieing They see the price of war each day To take the pain away there is nothing we could say They have seen the true bad in mankind Yet still work and fight on the front line Just to keep us safe and free They are doing this for you and me Lets show our love support and care To all the brave soldiers stuck over there by COUNTRY

Writing And Poetry 1
For mine is a dark and shrouded world... A Murky shodowed world of unspeakable horors, That retains the unimaginble truths that cause a man to recoil in terrer and revulsion from bouth himself and his fellows a like... Aye, These are desolate days indeed, Haunting perilous times. Where a man has nothing to look forward to but yet another endless day qureling search of the burreness of ones own soul... Always have we had our friends, Long have they fired the romantic imagination of both priest and poet alike. At times we called them demans, Later witches and still later, The friends were said to be the hungry wolf or boggeyman... They tryed to tell us that the monsters didnt exist at all, But we know better, We have made our reacquaintance with the beast and its true name... I have named the beast and the beast is me...

Writing And Poetry 2
It lurks within the dark recesses of our primal unconciones, So much ink has spilled down the centuries, We are the beast to thee, Yet heroes at times of war... I am constantly amazed by the regularity with which we stumble across truths and halh truths, Sometimes vary profound ones... A yearning made flesh, an externalization of a guilt lust complex and many other things besides... For mine is a world in witch human life no longer holds meaning, A world in witch a man must rapacious devor ones own self in order to survive... In a attempt to penetrate an atmosphere of foreboding that has hung over ones head for many moons, I write... Of all that is written, I love only that witch has been written with ones own blood, To write with ones own blood and you wil experience that blood is spirit, And that spirit is passion... Because the human emotion secondary only to the human himself, Is the most visious and rigorous of killers...

Writing.
Writing has become part of my life, My friend. One thing i can do in life, Without being questioned on, Without being doubted on. Something for myself and no one else. Writing has become part of my life, Such a young age, sitting there, Opening out into my own world spewing out the emotions of life. My life. To be able to realise the emotions inside me. Writing has become part of my life, My experiences. Letting my imagintation wild, running free. Wherever, whatever destination it leads me. Such a wholesome feeling. Fulfilling. Writing has become part of my life, Writing has been one of my inspiration. Writing never questions you, Writing gives you freedom. Breathe. To be able to be free. (C) Copyright. Angel

Written To Me...thank You I Still Luv Them Even Thou Ur Gone!!
It will begin with a smile curling up at the corners until it collides with your eyes It will lead into words saying what can't be said trying to speak from the heart It will turn into a lifetime learning and sharing giving eachother what was missing It will begin with a smile and end with forever Soul mate Words can't express the way you make me feel. When I think about it, seems too good to be real. The love I've felt in the past cannot compare. To the love and time that we already share. Things that were important before no longer exist. Because what we have now, I had always missed. You are the answer to all of my prayers. I know in my heart, you're one who cares. I want to spend my entire life with you. By yourside, I'll always make it through. I always wondered who my soul mate would be. I knew it was you the first time you kissed me. I never believed I could be as happy as I am now. I'll love you for the rest of my life, this I vow. I am not

Written By: Salam Lacroix....our Pet Clown
TAZMAN makes me happy! MISS BITCH make me happy! Until eternity! I'll always have REBEL family! LSD'S SHELL makes me happy! HYPNOTIC make me happy! Until eternity! I'll always have REBEL family! AND EVERY OTHER REBEL ON CHERRYTAP!! THIS CLOWN LOVES YOU! MULTIPLE individual pedals fall from 1 stem Who DO NOT run away and not follow any trends, Cause we accend from the same place Make your mind, Rebel minds to crush mainstream shines Whats yours is mine it was mines is yours Let the Rebels of C.T. show you different worlds Any hoes front a Rebel or the Family Tell them to come suck on your dick, we The Rebels of C.T.!!

Written..febuary-00
Dig deep my soul to find the heart... Let the tears drop like rain, let the rain be tears of thunderous songs, more sound then water, for it wails in unashamed pourings. Songs are everywhere, in the rain,in the wind, and in the moan of the bending trees. Fear won't come here, the fear is gone like youth itself all of that anguish I felt,is gone from memory. I am not with you. I can not answer questions of time,place, pain,blood,sanity,or of numbers that need counting.I am safe,locked up inside my daze,awaiting like prisoners do,for final days. I know of a better place. I had to only close my eyes, and the room would spin,dropping away from me But then,there was that painful wander, what is real and not the dream. Get behind me! All torment! I will not relive the accusations.. not even in my head. Or was that too only a dream in life where dreams and reality woven themselves so close together,that one triumphed over the other. What can I say? Wh

Written September 1999
It sickens me to think of you A pervalence of void,immovable and damed You have an overconfident self-importance I'm abandoning you to your fantasies It's awful to see a perfect imitation in the mirror.I leave you quite alone masturbating in disappointment Your arms cradle poisons and garbage My loneliness is a cry forever I take everything..Do you feel me I'm the human condition,I don't plot murder and penitence,I have cultivated it But you forbid it with an appeal and rage dening it...I cringe Fuck you,insane person My tanks are marked full

Write
written down words cant ever be profound cant catch every thought in your mind going round and round its like aksing a fish to drown or frowning at a clown? whats the point find relief in a joint pop the clutch in the datsun and head to the store grab and old freind, bud weiser 40 oz, speaking of profound I just bought einstein for $2.49 and it comes in a brown bag. thats cheap for a rhyme thats as deep as dimes wide im so behind the times trying to read between the lines my brains gone rabid dont believe that it's mine. panic attackin in the back of the wagon swallowed all the xanax with 44 magnum captured it all on my digital camera i'll share it with ya fuck pen and a paper getting no respect a la rodney dangerfield Look right there I made ya feel take it back feelings are wack unless of course their doublestacked than is alright to hug a man and tell him hw your feeling and remnise, rekindiing that old friendship you wish you still had that fade

Writer's Block
I have writer's block, there is all this stuff floating around in my head and I can't make it make since on a piece of paper. Maybe I should go paintthough I am really haveing a problem sitting still, but that's becuase it snowed in dallas and I'm not sure my Mom knows what a freaking heater is for and I'm shivering, maybe that's why I have writer's block I'm too cold to think straight. I sent a fragment of what I have been working on to one of my oldest friends hoping she could help set me into some kind of place she hasn't responded something tells me I'm going to get a piece of paper with red ink all over it back (she's a grammer nazi) that's why I sent it to her though if some one could just get me thinking straight maybe I could place all theese thought's into a less random place then my head! Maybe I will go paint it might be interesting to see what my shaky hands can come up with, very serious about being cold, has anyone met Harold yet? I didn't think so, considering he's a fig

Written For My Mother Years Ago
Mothers Love I know some times you would think I don't care But I do and always notice you are there I know the love you always show You are so special I though you should know that these trinkets from stores and cards you are sent Are but the smallest ways to show how much you've meant I have people ask me how you are and they care for you I don't need to tell this for I am sure you knew The love and affection of all your friends Is a cycle of life that never ends I know most of all you know my pain You have seen it over and over again I don't want things I feel to bring down the day So I do the best I can to stay out of the way This is the season when we think about Jesus being born But if the mother knew his future her heart would be torn mothers can only feel the joy of life and the pain And they have no power to save their young yet again It is not the things that happen that make us who we are It is how we handle these things that will take

Writings From The Deseased
demons running through my veins and the pain inside making me numb. numb to the touch, numb to the thoughts, so numb that life has came to a blank. tears falling for a reason and for reasons unanswered. who says that answers arent at the end of a bottle; do they know my pain? have they walked a mile in my shoes or seen whats in my eyes. eyes of black so deep from within. can you see the end of this misery im covered up with inside. I hide my heart from being broke and my veins from being sliced. sliced to bleed this pain, to escape from this world of ungodly sins. sins I created for myself to indulge in and lose my sanity to know whats real from the lies. the journey I take is a walk to expose my being. to let lose and feel free and shed my soul from the murk its been in. exposed for all to see as I walk through the crowd. do they see the nakedness I let lose or the walls I build up. nails that have been driven so deep that the blood seeps from the top. feelings that have been worn on

Written By My Fiance
Untitled I didn't care about the rules, till it was to late, now your gone, and im lonley till this day, i dont care as i take my life, it all flashes before my eyes, joy, pain and strife two in the morning my freinds get a call broken hearts is all that can be felt in this small town she looks at him thinking of the words he said as she lays their first rose across his head as she holds his baby she starts to cry he has no father why did he die Ronnie Allen Quillen Copyright ©2007 Ronnie Allen Quillen

Written March 6, 2006
HATE.......if I only knew this emotion Current mood: loved I've never hated someone, but if I were to you would be at the top of the list............and this comes from my heart !!! I'm sick of the low blows which spew from your cockdock in regards to me and mine, I'm sick of the wise ass comments you make in reference to me and mine, I'm sick of the threats you make directly to me and indirectly to get back to me , the put downs, the accusations, I'm just plain sick of you........... and you do these things why??? Because you can't have me !!! Remember one thing loser I didn't fuck up and end us, it was you....... You have spoke ill of me why? because you are hurt, well get the fuck over it !!!! It's that ugliness and evil that's inside you which preys upon hurting others via belittling, criticizing, and sabotaging their character in front of those who are so weak minded they believe your twisting of the truth is a reality, and foolishly think you're some fuckin

Writing And Poetry
At last I've found a voice for to speak,To the Queen of England from her subject so meek.How can you sleep at night, mind peaceful body limp,Enjoying life to the fullest with nary a hint,Of how your old money came into hands On the backs of others in far away lands.Your monarchy grew by leaps and by boundsNot once did you question how your fourtunes were found.Do you let your mind wander to the days of old, When your ancestors reached out and went for the gold?In thier greed they starked claim with a flag and thier rules,Saying "Nobody's here just some savaged fools."You said you discovered there for you owned,All riches and resources the indians called home.We thought you spoke truth with your treaties so grand,We lost our life styles and you took the land.Some tears some bitterness and plenty of hurt,A people worn down by your laws and your dirt.Exploitation, assimilation words not easy to say,From a people who survived and won't go away.Like the pheonix we're rising from bended knee

Writing
So, I thought that I'd say, on top of my forty hrs+ work week, I'm taking twelve units this semester... that's two english courses, one of which is for my women's studies minor, and two anthropolgy courses. It's a bit overwhelming, but I've been writing like mad. It's hard to believe that the stress of school would force myself to write... like, there's this seriousness on one hand, so creativity blooms in the other to balance it. I'm taking the advice of a few authors... doing lots of freewrites, timed writings, journaling, doodling. :) It's good, oh and I haven't had a drink in a few days... I'm going to fix that tomorrow night, don't worry. This was a bit dull, but I've had a lot of coffee and I think the caffeine is coming out with each word, shaky and uneventful. hit me up, we can talk when i'm wasted and back in my element.

Writing Chapter One
I am writing chapter one of the e-book and I must admit that I got very aroused myself while writing it. Especially during the shower scene while shaving my own legs. I have never had such an arousing time shaving my legs before. It is just amazing how the imagination can stimulate the juices and make them flow as I watched myself shave in my own mind's eye. My husband read it after I finished the chapter and he jumped me. He was very turned on and showed me just how turned on he was immediately after he read it. Wow... was he ever hard. VERY hard!!!!! We will now be shopping for some new "toys" for the bedroom to experiment with and stimulate our fantastic sex life even more. We are planning to have a "date" at a local hotel/casino and play with the "toys" ... all night long. After a few drops of the one armed bandit of course. LOL

Writing A Screenplay
It's been a long time pipe dream of mine to write a screen play or to do stand up comedy which would later lead to an acting career.... Those who know me in person have said that I can and should so both those things seeing at they are my calling in life....so I continue to watch those I admire and listen for something that might help me out too.... Not to be totally self downing my last published work was on the depressive side...and like the true self-loathing writer that I am I even thought it was nothing more than the depresssive ravings of a midwestern housewife...hardly worth the $17.50 in commission I earned from the sale....the sale I might add which consisted mainly of family members and friends.... Hence the motivation for something more, the research and home work, the quest for adventure so that when I paint the picture in my mind's eye it will actually be one of substance....(not that depression isn't substance but one cannot live on abject self-loathing alone..

Writing To Me!
I soar the height of the mountains, Flying high above Earth's green. Taking in all that is around me, My heart, bursting at the seam. The Sun still above me, The Earth yet below, The length of my elation, I never will know. I'm learning a new feeling, Expressing my joy. I feel something like a child, Excited by a new toy. So, I soar the height of mountains, Flying high above Earth's green. Writing 'bout all around me, My heart, bursting at the seam

Writen On The Poet Play Write
The Play Write In iambic pentameter written verse Came a play write who did rehearse Of kings and nobles and deeds of hate To the masses he spoke and they did relate Of innocents who did pay the price For others who lived of earthly vice Death did stalk the soul who prays He became famous through his plays Poor Capulet and Montague in suicide Of Desdemona the moors pure bride Of the Danes losses and brooding despair Of horror through pride beyond compare Tragedy and pain through deception He understood hates plot in conception Lies and half truths that spun contempt In his mind immortal stories he dreamt Now his name lives on and to all so clear There was only one William Shakespeare By R. Thomas Dinsmore

Writing And Poetry
Blow the sprinkles of glass off the table The excitement of variables Enchant follicle thought, Inside this apparition Is the cleverness in dots. One step, leads to countless murmurs of pediatric help. Vividly searching for freedom in unauthorized kind. Moments making This incapable, And dramatizing each candle lit. Non to the checkpoint Fire grazes the plastics, Pleasure reaches the ceiling high. Freezing itself to watch and ponder is own movement, Within the ghostly conscious. The tension strikes matches, Hearts beat repetitively faster and faster, Each split second, the sweat measures ounces, Transforming in gallons. cold and itchy the skin realizes self. Tripping down the stairs Cracking every possible noun Inside the aquarium. By: Ocean

Writing And Poetry
So while rolling a group of us friends got together and started reading/writing poetry and then the Somerset Police show up. it goes as follows. Slipping a cute smile on her face an acute glimpse of what the ghost looks of. Raving a cold breeze brushes against. surfacing bumps become paranoia. staying still, not passing a breath. Crawling onto the bed, to simply sacrifice the body to leave. Whispers of questions consume the air. The ones in flight plummet to lips. Scared of the shame we're scared of. Silent the motion travels. The vague image of sunlight darkness, patrols to send all things out. Addiction get into this ghost. fleeing the impending, to trouble the weak. Calamity come again and weep, at the foot of bedsides. continue the prosecution all granted to challenge. always fleeing the scene, to begin, but not finish. Why? Must that question be asked. By:Ocean To Prejudge is togive the gun. To Judge in realization is to shoot the gun. All coff

Writing And Poetry
Daniel has the cuts. She has the strife. She bought the gun. I chant, You..d better run. I chant, You..d better run. Daniel wants the love. She makes the bed easy. She brings the flesh. I..ll give, A smell so fresh I..ll give, A smell so fresh. Daniel cries on occasion She takes the showers She always leaves doors open. I say, Walk with the dope in. I say, Walk with the dope in. Daniel loads the gun. She cocks it too. She aims at my head. I scream, You crazy bitch I scream, You crazy bitch. Daniel put the gun away. She jumps and yells. She passes out. I move, Closer to her head I move, To kill in bed. Daniel forces no. She tries for help. She can..t get luck. I do, As next should. I do, A killing blue. Daniel has no feeling. She has lost her pulse. She has no breath. I am, Sorry for this. I don..t, Feel the sorrow. Committed to the fate. Her grave in six great. Glad she is gone. wouldn' tell anyone, I was ever home.

Writing And Poetry
A blonde streak dyed upon her hair. Strutting her walk along the line of hell. Thinking she..s the best thing that ever happened. But really she..s a joke waiting to be told. This left nostril is full of blood. Seems like the next rail will flow to the right. Slurps up the coma into a passage. Fire embalming the flatten chest of the revival. The charming angel of the rage. Beautiful a sound she makes when speaking. Similar to birds chirping on a warm fall day. So peaceful a life began to drift away. The diamonds and shells lift her spirit, to just relax In this moment and smile. Ok. The disaster. Will come forth. Interrupted by nothing. Stopping for no one. Because the monster inside has been released. She asks the neighbors for a cup of salt, Only so the ice can melt. What she really has asked for is a mystery choice with fate. Into the room she goes. Sits warmly along the green leather couch. A cup of salt hits her hands. Peels through her wet skin

Writings On The Wall
Writing on the walls WRITING ON THE WALLS Friends don't let friends take home ugly men. -------Women's restroom, Starboard, Dewey Beach, DE Remember, it's not, "How high are you?" it's "Hi, how are you?" -------Rest stop off Route 81, West Virginia No matter how good she looks, some other guy is sick and tired of putting up with her shit. -----Men's Room, Linda's Bar and Grill, Chapel Hill, N. Carolina A Woman's Rule of Thumb: If it has tires or testicles, you're going to have trouble with it. -------Women's restroom, Dick's Last Resort, Dallas, Texas Express Lane: Five beers or less. ------Sign over one of the urinals, Ed Debevic's You're too good for him. ----Sign over mirror Women's room, Ed Debevics No wonder you always go home alone. -----Sign over mirror in Men's room, Ed Debevic's The best way to a man's heart is to saw his breast plate open. -------Women's restroom, Murphy's, Champaign, IL If you voted for Bush in the last election, you ca

Writing And Poetry
The wind whispered through me, like fingers Tracing silently across still waters, Etching abstractly, designs of both fractions. Within the same contemporary chorus, love And hate reside on the same staff--- Where thier songs are so opposing that the Harmony blends fluidly. Two sounds contrast yet compliment, Like the wind---silently composing for Orchestras of leaves And the rain's--violent pounding choir. Yet thier harmonies compelled even the Amateur Strauss, Bach and Handel, Who find solace and insperation between Bars of contrasting color. Where the music tells a lively story, Vividly intricate. And momentarily the wind is pale and Soothing, to exchange with the vibant and Angry tale of the tormented wind. Each has it's own tale of woe and pain to Augment, But between rests, clearly is heard the Beauty of the tragic Messiah Where lain to rest by peals of thunder and Whips of lightening, Ends the sounds of the wind and rain in An Epiphany of Silence

The Writings On The Wall...
I write about whatever is on my mind. Right now you are the one on my mind. I just finished writing this...(11:21pm/ Jan 31, 2006). I love you baby. Lol, well. So my best friend Mallory tells me about this guy, Michael, that her cousin, Jasmine, was dating. "He's in the National Guard," she mentions. That week she was in a horrible car accident and tragically she died a few days later. So I helped Mallory give him all the support he could get. I could relate to him very easily, the year before I had lost my boyfriend. I knew every emotion, every thought that was running through his head. Well, I started to notice how handsome he was and mentioned this to Mal. She invited me out to lunch and movies on a friday (Jan 12th) and she invited him also. Yes she set us up on a blind date. Well, they came down and picked me up and we went out to eat. At first I was very quiet and tried really, really hard to not look at him or talk to him too much. I knew I would be doomed if I did. We we

Written Early November 1996
here i am alone again Artemis my only companion At Orion i sit and stare For in the stars is a champion With the Hunter and the Huntress I think of those i've known The question reasserts itself Why am i still alone Is it choice or is it folly Or the stupid things i've done Why is it that in all my life I still have found no one Love is life, or so they say I wouldn't really know for in my life i've known no love But yet they say it's so Don't get me wrong i have loved ones My family and my friends But no one to share my life with It's joys and saddened ends I still have faith i still have hope That love will find me soon Until it does i sit and wait With Orion and the moon

Written Superbowl Sunday 2007
Winters tattered blanket Lays upon frozen ground Bleak and dreary sight No warth to be found I want to let it in And numb my pain struck heart As i trudge my familiar path Feeling torn apart I've walked this path countless times Yet never so alone Hopeless in my soul Frozen to the bone I promised all eternity My love my life my home Home is where i head to Empty and alone I'd loved before or so i'd though Who's to really say Yet never before so deeply Never in such a way Right now the path is empty This cold and lonely night Empty home before me Closer with every stride Am i walking towards my future? On this barren path ahead Will it always be this empty? Until i wake up dead Years ago i had my hope To find a love like this Faith that it would find me I'd bask within it's bliss I'd found the love i'd searched for And began to watch it grow But it seems to have withered Beneath this icy snow I yearn to have her back I know it may never be Abandone

Writers Block
this sucks when ya think of some good music to write then you just get stumped on how to finish one damn song what the hell fuck it im gonna start over any one got some ideas on some song ideas give me a hint please

Writing....
Well I have decided I have gone beyond writer's block. My newest story is reading like a poorly done high school paper. I have decided to drop the cowboy scenerio and start from scratch. My best friend told me to go back to basics and write about what i know best again. I guess that means fantasies at the moment, lol. Life has been to busy to even think about actually going out and playing with a boy toy or any of my subs. She sits on the edge of the tub drapped in green silk. The air is scented with dragon's blood and vanilla. A deep inhale of steam and Stasia tries to forget the harsh day at the office. It isn't her fault that the boy's club is pissed that she got the new account because the client likes big tits. Damn them! just when she thought she was making head way with the copy boy..... continued on comment

Writeing
writeing takes.practice is not clarifying conceptual distinctions, but throwing away one’s preconceived views and notions and the sacred texts and all the rest, and piercing through the layers of coverings over the spring of self behind them. All the holy ones have turned within and sought in the self, and by this went beyond all doubt. To turn within means all the 24 hours and in every situation, to pierce one by one through the layers covering the self, deeper and deeper, to a place that cannot be described. bryan.aKa the writer

Writing
Sparks flew through the night as William's sword clashed with his adversary's. He dealt blow after blow with expert skill. The knight became winded under William's assault. He was no match for the Norman's powerful aggression. With one final blow the man fell and William charged forward. He ran toward the next solder. The man was huge, with bulging muscles and a stomach to match. He carried a battle-axe and a long wooden shield. William could see the red springs of hair spilling out of his helmet. William struck first, slicing the man across his mid section. The cut was not deep enough to put him down though. He swung at William with the axe. The man missed his mark and hit the metal of William's shield. William's army was advancing behind him. Some men were on horse back, others on foot. The sound of metal against metal was everywhere. Men yelled in agony, as they lay wounded and dying. Light for the torches in the camp highlighted the chaos. William could

Writers Block
Writers Block No words pouring out on my paper,no feelings at all. I must concentrate. Still nothing. Where are my emotions?,Where is my favorite pen? No inspiration. Still no thoughts are emerging. My thoughts are jumbled like a web of deciet. Where is my perfect poem? Have I missed some thing?Here it comes, I feel it.Why did I not see it all along. Writers block! "Boy oh boy."Could it have been any worse? Kelly Whitehead Copyright ©2007 Kelly Whitehead

Write Me A Poem
Write me a poem You said A pretty poem With birds singing Trees swaying in gentle breeze Butterflies fluttering in fragrant air Sun shining In sapphire sky Happy children playing In fields of rainbow flowers And cherry blossom snow Until the mystical moon tucks them in Their cozy beds and dreams A poem with fireflies Like dancing stars And... you know… ...Write me a poem like that You said But I cannot For my mind is oppressed With images of war Dying soldiers Never coming home Suicide bombers Guns and tanks Global warming Dying oceans Drying rivers Burning forests And souls who have given up So I cannot write your pretty poem My love

Written On December 10th, 2006
God, with the loss of my sister's best friend and her grandson/my great great nephew...my heart is even more heavy this evening. my sister and I may be burying our father a lot sooner then thought and it hurts more than words can say....it is hard to write this notice because I guess I cant stop crying. As far as we knew, our father was in Port Angeles, Washington. He has been there since November 3rd. My sister had sent my father about three weeks ago telling him how concerned she was and just wished he would get help. The day he got her letter, he called me and told me to tell her thank you and that he loved us. we hadn't heard from him since. Last night about 8pm, I call him to see how he is. It goes straight to voice mail. I didnt think a thing of it, and left him a message saying I loved him and missed him. At 4pm this evening, I was checking my email, and had just posted here when my cell rang. It showed up under "Dad" so I a

Writen For Angelfreek
In thine eyes In thine eyes i would dwell swimming in the sea of your mind strolling the chambers of your heart I would be contented to exist in no other place but your memory if i must cease to be then grant me existence in your memories In thine eyes

Writing Again
Twist and turns on this life’s trail Like a boat on an ocean without a sail I drift along unknowing the fate Unsure of all and yet free of hate Mind at rest an eye in the storm Till hopes and dreams take the form Of loves sweet hopes and desire Of one who holds and keeps the fire Of passion that is without end My lover , soul mate and best friend Come drift with me on the open sea Unsure of our course and what will be The twist and turn of life’s trail shared With the one who has always cared By R. Thomas Dinsmore

Writting My Heart Out.
Wanna know what I really hate? I hate liars. I hate fakes. I hate people who hurt other people intentionally. I hate not seeing the truth. I hate not forgetting. I hate dreaming about the pain I felt. I hate her more than anything. I hate that I hate her more than I used to love her. I hate that I write songs about the pain she caused me. I hate that it happened 4 and a half years ago and that it hurts to think about it. I hate that even though I found the love of my life, she still manages to hurt me. I hate that I can't forget what happened. I hate that I can't forget what we had. I hate that she didn't really leave. I hate hating her.. But most of all.. I hate not being able to write this without tears in my eyes.

Writers Quotes;-)
The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense. Tom Clancy I never know what I think about something until I read what I've written on it. William Faulkner I handed in a script last year and the studio didn't change one word. The word they didn't change was on page 87. Steve Martin I have always been a huge admirer of my own work. I'm one of the funniest and most entertaining writers I know. Mel Brooks It took me fifteen years to discover that I had no talent for writing, but I couldn't give it up because by that time I was too famous. Robert Benchley A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction. William Faulkner The free-lance writer is the person who is paid per piece or per word or perhaps. Robert Benchley

Written For Me 8>)
If you're wondering whether anyone is thinking about you now, caring about what you're doing, wishing you the best, and remembering you're there... If you're feeling alienated from the world, with no one on your side, and you're questioning if there's another human being who would even be concerned about what's going on in your life... Well, wonder no more. Someone is thinking of you and someone does care about you, and that someone is me. If you're wishing you had someone who hopes that life is being good to you, that you're coping well with every challenge, and reaching the goals you want to reach... If you're hoping that there is someone in your corner of the world that you could call on anytime, someone with whom you could share your hopes and dreams and disappointments... Well, don't waste your time wishing and wondering anymore. I'd be glad to be that someone. All you have to do is let me know and I'll be there. If you need someone to talk to, to sha

Writting
Questions and Answers So where to begin…hummm…ah yes there we go. It’s late I know you’re coming over and though we sit and talk we both knew what is going to happen, why you have come to my house, but we sit ever so polite and talk. Then finally one of us makes a move and we know where it is going to go from there. The way you touch my skin so light so soft it sets my body on fire. You takes your time, this is not a quick fuck, this is more. More intense, more erotic, just more. Your kiss starts slow using your tongue you slowly works it in and out of my mouth, making me hungry for more. You run your hands though my hair, over my shoulders, I lean into you, my body so hungry for you that I can’t keep my hands off of you. You shiver…hummm. I slowly run my tongue up the side of your neck nipping along the way. I move to your ear running my tongue along your ear, nipping as I go. Shiver. You brings your hands up to message my breast, god it feels like I have been waiting for your t

Writing
Fore note: Okay, bare with me now, this might not be the greatest but my philosophy professor thought it was brilliant! I wrote it for an assignment, and he thought I stole it from something published... or something like it!? Not really sure! PLEASE WRITE A COMMENT AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK, IN YOUR HONEST OPINION! It was a cold, damp winter night with nothing in sight but patches of dead grass, dancing in the moonlight under a cloudy sky, and the silhouette of what appeared to be an abandoned mansion. There was a tall, slender, mysterious shadow standing out front of the cathedral style entrance to the rundown abode. It belonged to an old, but agile, man. He pulled out a cigar from his left breast pocket and lit it, inhaling a huge amount of cancerous oxygen and smoke. As he exhaled he checked his wristwatch, as if he were expecting company, followed by a faint, liquid-like cough. He pulled the cigar in for a breath of death as a black sedan pulled-up four feet in front o

Written December 6th, 2006
An Explanation----The Al Show Unfortunately my computer's been having major problems lately but i'm hoping i can finish this time with this blog. I hadent completely explained as to why the show on december 2nd did not happen. Fact is, there were some last minute problems with the venue we had the date at. In fact, we found out having the show there wasnt possible from the start, but the people there were not honest and for their own financial gain tried to make it so i couldnt really go elsewhere to have the show. But, we all know i'm a stubborn-ass so i walked out. I tried my hardest to find another venue last minute but unfortunately everything fell through. People gave me the run-around. At first i was hoping to postpone the show until i found a stable place to hold it but quite frankly, i dont think im going to try at this point. Through the booking of the show, i've learned alot of things..and certain things disappointed me a great deal. Though people may be selfish, i tho

Written September 4th, 2005
Al of Hate, may you rest in peace Current mood: teary-eyed The funeral was very depressing but it kind of gave me a dose of reality. I wrote something so if youd like to read it, let me know what you think. Its been weeks and my head/heart still cant let in the thought of having lost him when everyone seems to have accepted it by now. In those months I spent almost entirely with him, I learned how to be happy with myself instead of what i wished i was. He told me around the time i started getting to know him, something that made me admire him so much more... "The difference between you and i is youre too busy wishing you were someone or something else, I, am just happy being me." He passed away because of his heart but the reason why so many people will forever celebrate his existence, is because of how big it was. He tried to be coldhearted and empty inside but in very different ways, the truth came out. The years he lived, show his knowledge...the words he

Written November 28th, 2005
The Al of Hate Tribute Show(pic link, thank yous, the outcome) It kind of upset me that everyone i gave flyers to and spoke to about this show did NOT come..but its okay because the people that mattered were there. The show was amazing. the bands played their hearts out for al...and everyone else sang and showed for this same reason. He meant alot to me...and out of happiness, i cried... Im not going to say what other people do how he was my lover he was my best friend he was my life blah blah blah. He was someone who could put a smile on my face...someone who really knew how to cheer others up. Im glad i had nothing to worry about having to do with fights. I saw everyone again and that really made me happy. I know somehow, al was there with us. The thought of eyes of hate on stage without al kind of brought a tear to my eye....but to see them together in his memory, really was wonderful...The dedications, speeches etc... AND TO ALL OF YOU PEOPLE WHO CAME UP TO ME AND SPOKE TO ME

Written August 14, 2006
THE SCENE IM JUST GOING TO SAY, FOR FUTURE REFERENCE, THAT THIS SHOULD NOT BE TAKEN PERSONALLY NOR AM I SPEAKING ABOUT EVERYBODY. THIS IS AN OPINION IVE FORMED FOR MYSELF BASED OFF OF MY OWN PERSONAL OBSERVATION. its pretty funny that just now im noticing just how pathetic the "scene" is. Its just as bad as "society". its like this...every race has the same kind of heart and brain even if they look different. "Live Fast Die Young"...is that really what you want? end up in the fuckin gutters and kill yourself from drugs cause you got that temporary high...is that worth your life?! even if it isnt...is it punk rock. Jesus fuckin christ man "punks" or at least the younger generation...are so stupid. You look at the band members up on stage that are older who go all out but you just dont get it. when you grow up, and you will if you dont kill yourselves first, you have fuckin responsibilities. When youre pushin 40 or so, you think people are gonna care how much ink ya got or how l

Written June 30, 2006
RIP Lynda Tonns....OLD PIX Current mood: depressed id like to write more...but right now having just got home from the wake, im left speechless. ========================================== She posted this as part of her blog monthsss ago..and specifically emailed me..telling me which lines to read...this is what it said: the first girl i did real shit with right away i had the urge to buy her things, before i think i got attached, that was years ago, shes one of my best friends like before we did shit and after (not that there werent times we had issues of all sorts) there is one girl who i still have some feelings for who called me a few days ago and i havnt had a chance to call cus i cant call outside my area code in my room and my cell is fucked up, im going to call her when i get back this weekend,(sorry to that beautifull girl, you know who you are) =============================================== Lynda, I dont know why this happened...and when i heard i

Writing
its funny to say but i miss my self i haven't felt like me for so very lonf i seem yo be lost somewhere between me and who i want to be it seems i've lost myself in all these years i started off with such innocence and rebelion my spirit was free and afraid each new day held something differnt would i even wake up in the morning so many nights i lay awake thinking to my self just breath always my constant dream of peace of mind want to wash these clouds from my head i lay in bed one night heroin still courseing through me and a man he came to me looking at me without discust for the first time since we had met and he said in the most caring way possible for a erson like him why would you do that to you self you know it almost distroyed her and had distroyed his marrage. and then he hugged me in the oddest way and said if he caught me doing it again he'd beat my ass. lol have to laugh because i think if some people could see my life the way

Written In Thought
Longing for the human touch Desire that I need so much Confusion as to what to feel Lost in all that is not real A fantasy of mind and light Found lacking by so far a sight For I need to touch a flesh so true yet I can’t reach out and touch you All I can do is sit and wait Sit for hours second rate Behind the wall of distant glass It drags on slow and never fast Till in this place I see you near The one I always hold so dear The one who touched my heart and mind The one who is the greatest find Now I see there is more I need my heart for one alone does bleed Loneliness does surely grow I wonder if inside you know The hold you do have on me And how these eyes do truly see One I can never ever hold I think of waiting till I am old It would be worth all to hold one time And feel the joy one moment sublime Where I could gaze into those eyes And know the wonder and surprise But this is just what can not do I need the touch from only you By R. Thomas Dinsmore

Written Before I Got Online In Germany
Sitting here pondering just a little bit.. kind of thinking about blogging but so many thoughts are going through my head. wouldnt know where to begin! I keep asking myself questions, that I can not come up with the answers to, and me myself knows that I am one that likes to have things analyzed and not left hanging. I guess one of the questions I keep asking myself is how can one man be so perfect? ----guess there is not really an answer to this one. All I keep coming up with is someone who makes my heart leap everytime I see him must be perfect to me. Next question would I keep asking is how did he possibly tear down the walls that I had built so tall? ----guess my answer to that one would be someone that keeps going after they want are eventually going to get what they want. In other words dont give up, everything is within reach, it may just take a little more time then desired. Next question would be could life be anymore beautiful? ----all I keep answering myself on that

Writer
You Should Be a Science Fiction Writer Your ideas are very strange, and people often wonder what planet you're from. And while you may have some problems being "normal," you'll have no problems writing sci-fi. Whether it's epic films, important novels, or vivid comics... Your own little universe could leave an important mark on the world! What Type of Writer Should You Be?

Written By Tony B....we Made Love
I answered the door and there you were, lightly made up but oh so beautiful. Your smile seemed to light the doorway. “Come in baby, have a seat” I said….and you walked over to the couch and sat down as I got you a glass of wine. “You look very beautiful tonight…” (It made my heart feel so good to see that little smirk), “Well thank you love” you replied. We sat and shared some conversation, and wine….and I realized, your wearing a skirt, my weakness. I noticed your very sexy and shapely legs, adorned with nude tone stockings. I notice a pale area, you skirt seems to have risen a little. A hunger begins to build inside….it seems to have suddenly gotten warmer. A moment of silence arrives, and I lean into you….we share our first kiss. Gentle at first…lips not quite touching, tongues gently dancing with each other. My hand caresses your face. As we end the kiss…I look into your eyes….how beautiful they are, a hint of a smile on you face warms my heart. I prepare the table for

Writen In Stone.
One Lifemate Maybe it was the beauty of your eyes. But when I saw you I knew. Now my soul is in pain, My heart is no longer mine. It's yours for all time. One heart joined to one other,The souls missing piece found. My lifemate. I love you. Only you. Forever true. Lisa Osburn Copyright ©2007 Lisa Ann Osburn -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Click Here to Rate My Poem

Written By Me December '99 On My Website Using Notes I Took From Talking To People. Hope You Like It!
Please keep in mind that if you are not open minded and don't have a very wild sense of humor about sex, stories, and life's mishaps, please do not go any further on this page. Personal and private stories are not shared on this site due to privacy and personal trust. Please be aware that these are not linked to anyone directly but are for the enjoyment of your reading pleasure. This is not my own personal opinion but jokes sent in and/or discussed and I thought would be humorous......enjoy! _______________________________________________________ The I.S.E.'s Forty Ways Women Fail In Bed 1. MILKING IT: When stroking a guy's package don't grab it like a bus rail and start jerking it like you were milking a cow. Don't use the penis as if it's a piece of gym equipment to strengthen the forearms. The male organ is a thing of wonder and beauty, and should be worshipped and held tenderly at all times.The sensitive part is at the top (where your face should be

Writings
time will come the time will come when i have to say goodbye forever you will still be in my heart every second passing by you will be my most treasure memory the time will come when goodbye will seem like a lifetime passing by every moment thats goes on you will be by my side your memories you gave to me will be my treasure the time will come when the world seems to stop every body passing by wondering if i will see you again one day we will be together again the time will come when i wont know what to say i wont know what to do the memories you gave to me are my most treasured memories no one could change them the time will come when i know that you are gone nothing can change the things that happen no one could ever take that away from me i will remember the way you laughed the way you cry the tears we shared i know there is nothing i could do to change it the time will come when good bye will seem like a life time of things that will come and go bu

Writen Jan, 2 2005
Standing in the Darkness Trying to find my place Wondering if I'll ever fit in..with the rest of the human race Constantly having a craving..that I feel I can never subdue I ask myself would I be accepted..if everyone really knew? I know that I am different And these feelings I must hide This pain that hurts my heart..I must bury deep inside The fact that I can not be the real me..stabs at me every day And I cry at the sad thought..of always living this way Feeling hurt and resentment..from everyone that is around Trying to find more like me But they're nowhere to be found Wanting this agony to end To be among others like me If I find my true family..I will finally be free

Writen 10-18-05
Standing alone in the dark I reach out..nothing there I turn around and feel your hand grasping for me Our hands touch, and I feel I could melt At that moment it feels as if we are the only two left in the world I hold your hand tighter, but you slowly slip away You whisper "I'm always with you my Dark Angel" I reach out into nothingness Searching for your hand again Suddenly you are holding me tighter than ever You whisper 'See, I told you I'm always here' We embrace for what seems like eternity But sadly I have to let you go, knowing you are always in my heart and my soul I cry but smile at the same time Feeling your love and what we have Everyday looking forward to hearing your voice and seeing your smile Knowing.. That I am loved...

Written: 11/30/05
The feeling of sharpness as your teeth sink into my neck..sends a sudden rush through me that drives me wild The reaction I see when mine sink into you, makes me want to bite harder Hard enough to draw blood To allow it to rush into me and send me into an incredible high I miss that rush and that taste horribly The night when we fully bond..when you taste my blood for the first time..will truly be the best and happiest time of my life For it is what I need desperately. **Side note** Sadly this didnt happen either

Written: 4/9/06
Confused yet again...Everything that I am feeling now causes my head to spin... All brought on by one single person The thought of everything that we have in common overwhelms me All I can think of is you.. I cant help but wonder, if you're thinking of me Untill we meet again...What we had will always be in my memories.

Written Long Ago Of A Past Long Gone
Beloved Deceitful wretch The deceitful wretch telling me lies Thinking them to be a comforting disguise Counting upon my gullibility Believing that through them I can not see Telling me lies of love and our content Acting as if it was heaven sent To be there always by my side Yet in the shadows the wretch does hide Pretending that I don’t know what is real Acting as though it cares how I feel Yet doing to me all that is wrong Tears fall with the words of the sad song Knowing that I know deep in my heart Soon we must split forever apart Turmoil in the eye of a storm made of lies To let it pretend longer is most unwise For a foundation so weak can never stand All passing away like the shifting sand Leaving nothing worth even bringing to mind It is the way of bad things left behind Better to clear the way for love so real One who will not deceive and cares how I feel One who does not hide in the shadows of lies One who shares their heart without need to di

Writing Is My Obsession...
and today is no different. Can you imagine -- if I already have nearly 1000 blog postings just on CT, can you imagine how many more postings I have on my roughly 15 other blog sites that I have??? ;) I am also finding ways to write blog postings on my many blog sites and challenge myself with new adventure through other sites. CT was a challenge, which has now been surpassed by another site that I am putting together concerning spiritual growth, domestic violence and sexual assault, shopping, web building ideas and so much more. It is called "iWIM" (Worldly Inquiring Mind). Of course my absorption into this site aids in my procrastination of other things -- such as changing out the kitty litter box (but, who has this task listed as their favs to do. If it is, I want to talk to you to come out and change mine on a weekly basis!!!) lol.... My apartment complex is going up on my rent a whole $9 for the next 13 months when my current lease expires in June. Can't believe I ha

Writings
What would I do without you? I woulden't be the man I am today. The dreams I have woulden't exist. The pain and anger I felt in the past would still be there. My heart woulden't beat as strong as it does. You woulden't see the smile on my face like you do. What Would I Do Without You? I coulden't Love and feel Love the way I do....Without You. I'm just a simple man..... Without you I'm nothing.......

Writing
I havent been feeling like doing much lately. I guess i figured that if i just start writing thn something will magically appear from the keyboard that I havent been able to find on my own. I don't really think I'll be able to hold a job, ever. I realized this finally after 2 years of proof, It shouldn't be this way but I don't see the light where I become this hugh impact player on the world seen. Fuck it, even the neighborhood scene, I just want to do what I want to do all the time. If that conflicts with your interests then we can part ways. I have submilinally trained myself for whatever the fuck it is that I do. It's not anyones perfect picture of what life should be, but it seems to work for me. My arrogance is going to be what ultimately forces me to the challenge that I won't be able to overcome. It's just at this point you have to keep fighting. The trampoline that I have under me is made of dental floss and cardboard. I'm 300 feet up and juggling fire, but it's f

Written By My Soon To Be Hubby
What am I gonna do? Sometimes feels like I'm on fire. Sometimes I'll keep hangin on, maybe I'm the only one. My vision is blurred, these emotions are stirred.You walked my way, that morning I didn't know what to say.I guess one way or another, your to stay. Maybe I'm not the one to blame, you took my hand, didn't let go. Don't take me away cause my times not done. My clearest dreams. Have yet to come. If I should die as I sleep, may those who knew me. Those who heard me speak though some called me weak.If I should slip or fall away know I never ment it again anyway. If I fade before I wake, take solice in the words I take.

Written 4 Sweetpoison-------
Who is it? She replied as she heard a knock at her door. I knew she would know it was me from the sound of my voice, So my only reply was, It is me. From outside I could hear her Unlocking the door. Slowly she opened the door. “Hey You”, She has always greeted me like that. In some way I suppose it’s one of those little pet things we have for each other. I look at her and her beauty takes my breath. “Babe you’re more beautiful Each time I see you”. I tell her. With a twist of her head she says “why thank you sweetie”. I set my bags down and grab her up in my arms and squeeze Her tightly and give her a hello kiss. “Damn, I’m so glad to see You again! I’ve missed you terribly MySweet”. Come in, go put your suitcase in the bedroom. I’ll fix us a drink and we can sit on the couch and talk awhile. I know you must tired after your long drive. I take my suitcase to the bedroom and return to the couch. Here is your drink, just like you like it, lots of Jack with a splash of co

Writingsfrom The Shadow Realm
I wonder if its Normal to feel shrouded in Darkness. Its as if I was targeted because I was concieved through The Dark and Raised upon the Great Shining Light Of The Forces of Good. I wonder hmmm.... Not that I dont like The Light but Darkness now is covering me, shrouding my true thoughts and my inner conscience and I wonder yet hmmm... A side of me Is Evil and His Name is Marik Ishtar, No relation to anyone with the Ishtar Name and then theirs the real Me, Good Hearted, Loving, Caring, Witty and absolutely the Best Friend anyone can have regardless if your Straight or Not. For surely the damned are a great species as my Dark Sister would tell me. I know this is not the first time this has happend, The Darkness tried to kidnap me When I was young. Sent familiar people to catch me, ensnarle me so to speak. Its now a tug of war, The Light and The Dark trying to get ahold of me. Im not evil but I dont trust people, I often hide in Darkness for my own safety. People can be very maniacle,

Writing On Envelope
Loretta Pethick Oakland County Emergency Response & Preparedness 1200 N. Telegraph Rd. - Bldg. 47 West Pontiac, Michigan 48341-0410 248-858-5300 248-858-5550 Fax pethickl@oakgov.com Subject: Write in on the back of your envelopes WRITE IT ON THE BACK OF YOUR ENVELOPES ! I THINK THIS A GREAT IDEA. I WILL START WRITING THIS ON FRONT OF ALL MY ENVELOPES, TOO! You may have heard in the news that the Post Office ha s been forced to take down small posters that say "IN GOD WE TRUST. " The law, they say, is being violated.< I> Anyway, I heard proposed on a radio station show, that we should all write "IN GOD WE TRUST " on the back of all our mail...after all, that is our national motto, and it's on all the money we use to buy those stamps. I think it is a wonderful idea. We must take back our nation from all the people who think that anything that offends them should be removed. If you like this idea, please pass it on. It has been reported that 86% of Americans beli

Written At A Different Time, Diferent Place
web of dreams lost in mist dependent on a single kiss yesterday gone away life awaits future fate thoughts unclear I can not hear see through haze all these days blind and deaf I know not yet confusion sets in all around I'll be lost, Untill I'm found one long glance lost in trance preparing me for what will be the time will come after the sun come face to face with my fate dreams will be my reality my life direction, at her discreation

Written By Poet
Drugstore Princess Gliding through The mall Acknowledging my Subjects with a Nod & a wave of My umbrella scepter… Lightly stepping (In my Princess Slippers) My eyes admire My shoes, sparkling with Their small inset Mirrors, tasseled Purple – Pier One Dreams of Persian Royalty (in My Princess Slippers) I am draped with my Apron as if it was a Gown of Ermine and Sidle up to My counter, Smiling countenance – “May I help you?” (In my Princess Slippers) Prince Charming will Come, passionate love We make, my Feet pressed tightly To the small of His back (In my Princess Slippers) But I know that I will continue To sell the Ben Gay and tampons Until I change me – for me, Maybe in need to Assert me – for me, Should I trade In my Princess Slippers (for say - Jackboots)? Poet 37 years ago

Writting
Mr Peeler and his thousand butterflies Mr. Peeler comes and goes He does not walk, he simply flows In through walls and up the stairs Little kiddies, say your prayers Go to bed when your parents say Or youll be Mr. Peelers prey You know those lids upon your eyes? Hell make them into butterflies Yes, a thousand butterflies follow him But what they are is truly grim These are the eyelids, lo and behold Of the kiddies that didnt go to bed when theyre told. So then the kids amongst this number Can never sleep or doze or slumber Theyre doomed to eternal endless wake All due to theyre little night-time mistake So, unless you want Mr. Peeler by your bed With his fluttering butterflies on a thread, Hush little children and go to sleep And dont open your eyes, not even a peep.

Writers Needed
*!!!ATTN: HELP WANTED!!!* WRITERS NEEDED Ezra and I need help from writers with a flare for writing kinky fetish/BDSM/crossdressing stories to use on our website. Understand our website is very new and we can not afford to pay you for your services, however full credit would be given to you. Any subject would be welcomed.

Writings
sometimes i just want to give up because it is always bad enough to the point where i wanna give up on everything, but yet ther is this life that i wanna have to be with mike and it's hard because he is in another state and it's not really fair to have him not around and i just hate it cause i do love him. sometimes i feel like everything is hell and i will never be able to get over the hill that stands in my way . sometimes i feel like everything is just working my way for awhile and when it does it feels really great , it don't have to go my way all the time but most of the time is good. Sometimes i feel like people ignore me and my feionce don't call me back, YES I"M PARANOID but it happens i try to stay calm and wait but i really do get paranoid. and for that I'm sorry

Write What You... Dont Just Feel And Keep It Hidden Xxx
People come into your life for a REASON, a SEASON or a LIFETIME. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person............ When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on........... Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or

Writing...
I give, and you take, I only ever made one big mistake, I gave you my heart and you broke it, broke it I gave you my trust,but found out your love,was lust. I gave you my all, and you never broke my fall, oh no baby you let me fall down so now you wanna come around But were through, I'm so over you I can see the way you lie,the way you made me cry, and i just can't take that hurt again. So there aint no way im ever letting you in my heart again, I gave,and regret, but, you aint' betting now were through, your clear as glass baby, and i see right through u...

Writtings
The day doesn’t seem as bright without you by my side. The world seems lonely, the days slowly drift by. I walk the streets sulking, head down eyes filled with tears No happiness to be found here, but then I think of you. The look in your eyes and realize there is hope for my life. Through all despair and demise you give my life meaning. With you my heart may soar through the sky. If I could only spend the rest of my life lost in your eyes.

Writtings 2
I can see it in your eyes the love you have for me I can feel it in your touch your love for me I can tell by the sound of your voice your love for me My love, darling angel of mine. I see it in your eyes every time I look at you How I could spend eternity with you. I know you are right for me by the way you touch me I know by the sound of your voice I made the right choice I know I have made the right choice For you hold my heart for life.

Writtings 3
As I sit and wait, as the hours slowly tick by, My mind wanders to thoughts of you. Where are you, what are you doing? So many questions seep into my mind, I have no answers to them. Do you think of me? Do you wonder what I am doing? When I am not there with you. Do you wish I was there to hold you? The way I wish you were here to hold me. Is this this all another false hope, Just like the times before? All these question cluttering my mind. I wish I knew the answers. I wish I could rest my mind Such things just aren’t possible, Because you’re always on my mind.

Writings In A Lesser Black
Writings In Lesser Black Beneath sequestered eyes I dream. And feel my soul torn down to seam. No more cry out with reverent scream. While evil smiles and darkness schemes. Told was I of such discourse. Of men in black who rode the horse. And young lass taken by sheer of force. Of coldness unkown to the mighty norse. Proud I yelled at heavens door. With heavy feet I walked the floor. To lesser gods we must implore. Laments we heard of lost lenore. Now tis time with quill in hand. When rise again I find a man. With steady eyes and he too must plan. As we face the sun and our souls all tan. Judge them not by word or need. But pay eyes close to them their steed. And if they smile when others bleed. Watch the lips their gums recede. They fell before our brothers too. Others that had come and knew. Now silenced by the darker brew. We who scream, now grown so few. I leave you now to have your day. Perhaps to live another way. For tis at night they will come and

Writing And Poetry
I thought you said you loved me, but it was whispers on the wind, And sometimes when it's late at night, I hear those words again, And when the rain is falling, so softly as a mist, I hear a sound that whispers, a sound just like a kiss. When the moon is shining full, and it shows me where to walk, I hear the wind flow through the trees, I remember how we talked, With faces close, and hands held tight, No words were needed then, Between our hearts our love would pass, like whispers on the wind.

Written Communication. Human Relationships. Assumptions. A Spiritual Connection
Written Communication. Human Relationships. Assumptions. A Spiritual Connection The word "Compassion" keeps coming up the last month. By compassion, I mean being gracious in relationships with others. Where love, life, light and truth abound, when those who do good come together for common purpose as ordained by the Divine to impact a community, a culture or a world, then the Darkness of this age will do all it can to minimize their impact, to tear down, and to divide and separate. As one of the most quoted individuals in history said, "The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy…"[1] When reports of such instances begin to pile up from all over the world and from people working in the same Industry, you know Darkness is not happy when it is losing ground. I have seen and experienced many situations over the past month that were not pleasant, as many of these others experiencing similar phenomenon could also attest. In addition to personal and fa

Writing
Writing: by David Fisher Writing can unlock doors. Writing should be descriptive. Writing is an adventure for the mind. Writing is a blend of styles. Writing is an ongoing experiment. Writing is global. Writing can reveal your true personality. Writing can hold meanings within meanings. Writing isn't permanent. Writing can have profound influence. Writing is the child of creativity.

Writers Block? But Why My Sweet Muse Why?
creative writing slump bah i hate when i cant write an last nite that blew big im not happy with the results of that blog so im ranting an yes oh i found a new band couple of days ago named E Nomine its german an its in german really worth checking out if you like music in other languages well my ass is off to buy chinese foods!

Writing
Tears Why is it all tears What is it that my heart fears All day and not hearing from you Is that why I am feeling blue The dark ache deep inside Yet another tear's downward slide How do I say how I feel To some it's no big deal Not wanting you to see How you are affecting me Please tell me why I have tears. Nonna J. Seaborn

Write A Book
Something has been on my mind for sometime now. When I was living in Iowa and married to a person that will remain name less. I wrote a book which got tossed in the trash if you can beleave that. I will not get in to the reason why lets just always make a copy of your work and hide it. Anyway I wrote a book about a truck driver that went around and killed people and put them in other truck driver loads. Well I have been thinking about re writing that story but I am not sure how to go about giving it to a place that can help me make it a book let alone when do I send it. I would like to write a few chapters and send them off to see if it is any good before I write the whole thing. So if you can help pls let me know. Since I am on this blog. Why is it that I have this feeling that I have to own a business. Am I just insaine or is it my blood. My dad but his company in to the ground. Well sorry for buggin everyone. thanks for reading this boring blog. Thanks Jim

Written For A Now Ex-crush
Subtle heat in the form of arms around my shoulders, A heartbeat under my ear, Fingertips caressing my arms, A gentle whisper of your name on my lips suppressed, The taste of your lips on mine teasing my memory My head resting on your chest confortably my eyes remembering what you look like and craving more Washing sea over sea of new found love over my cracked, now-healing heart Your voice - deep and soothing replaying in my head Giddy and giggling did i wait for you Like candy, i crave you more Safe and snug - I couldn't feel better in your loving embrace My reason to live My reason to love My reason to break the rules and do my best... I love you, Hans

Writer Seeks "everyday Heroes Of Autism" For New Book
John Sprecher is the father of a son with autism and the creator of an autism-related business. He's now seeking positive stories about "Heroes of Autism" to include in a new book - and you're invited to send him your nominations. I did doublecheck with Mr. Sprecher, and he says he is also interested in stories of individuals with autism who have overcome odds to achieve significant outcomes. Here's what he says in his press release: I’m interested in stories of parents or relatives of children who, when faced with the diagnosis of autism, mourned appropriately — but then picked their lives back up and set out to make the world better for their son or daughter...and as is often the case, when one child benefits, many others do too.” Examples Sprecher cites are parents or persons who’ve established foundations for research; public awareness groups or campaigns; new and effective products, programs or services in the treatment or care of autism; or schools or residences. If you

Written In An Odd Mood.....
purple butterflies dance on your skin red balloons fly over head sweet music of a stream under your feet how can this moment be so perfect? the blue skies with clouds like pillows deer leading their young to berry bushes you sit and wonder how this little piece of heaven escaped people you breathe in the smell of the dew covered roses deciding to stay here for ever you pick up the knife from your pocket and tell the world to burn in hell cause you found heaven

Written On An Aids Quilt.
"Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints on snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn's rain When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight I am the soft star that shines at night Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there, I did not die" Our Night by Gord Merritt 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,

Writing Sample
I wrote this as an intro to a speech for my Communications class. Hehe I am pretty sure the subject will make itself clear as you read. Just felt like sharing, which is not generally something I do often when it comes to my writing. The room had been ransacked, to the unsuspecting eye it would appear as if she had been robbed. Table tops had been cleared, dresser drawers emptied, and bedding thrown about. No, she hadn’t been robbed, she did this. She was sitting in the corner of the room, her body still trembling from the adrenaline that had surged through here only moments ago. She sat cradling her knees as she slowly rocked back and forth, tears steadily streaming down her face. Tearing the room apart piece by piece hadn’t been enough, her head was still full of noise. She was searching for a way to put an end to all of this feeling. You could see her thoughts collecting in her eyes, Suicide? No, too permanent. She had been so certain that physically taking out

"write It Down!"
It's a brand new lifeBold and beautifulbright and colorfulNew things all around meNew faces,new placesNew friendshipsNew traces of loveNew experiencesThis life is to short,to be stuck in the same placeFind yourself firstFind happiness firstFind happiness aloneFind yourself aloneThen the companionship will followSurround yourself with positivityThen you will find clarity and creativityInspirations to inspirelet go of all lust and desiresDon't hold back!Make this life worth livingIt's a big beautiful worldStep outside your boxExperience what there is to seeWrite it down as poetryFor th

Writing
A Study in Action A study in the development of an action scene By André Parker This is a testament on how an action develops, from start to finish, from head to finished text. There is a brief explanation at the end. But I will let my words do most of the talking for me. I First Try This is the scene pretty much as it was in my head, with only minor changes as it was written out. Nestor and Foofer skulked amongst the back allies that lined the docks. The two slunk along, making there way to Voids warehouse and office. This was the place where the ship crews would muster and draw their supplies and equipment. As the approached the back door of the warehouse, a light burned, and the smell of hot food wafted in the air. A van dressed in mariners garb stepped out and tended to a small crock-pot on the fire. As he did so, he muttered an old nursery rhyme. The van cock danced along as he p

Writing Material Of Mine...
Attn: All readers... I am going to start periodically storing some of my fresh writing material here for those who are interested in reading... This one here is a paranormal romance... It starts of real slow, but you'll see it gets real interesting. Remember that this is the roughest of the rough drafts...lol *************************************************** As he closes his eyes and wipes the beads of sweat off his brow he can hear the laughter of three women off in the background. He glances at his watch and realizes how slow the day is dragging along. His production isn’t moving to swiftly either. Picking up the axe to continue chopping the wood for Mr. Woodrow when he hears splashing where the laughter of the women he heard earlier along with the combination of the water splashing and what sounded like women having a good time together caught his full attention, he immediately put the axe back on the ground and headed in the direction of the voices. “Amber c’mon! Yo

Written Once For A Friend.
i've fallen in love with a butterfly... his happiness, his beauty, all of him would be destroyed if i clutched him in my hand and held on... but if i just let go, he has the chance to fly away, to be someone elses butterfly, to perch on someone elses hand, to kiss someone else's cheeks with the flutter of his wings....

Written By A Housewife From New Jersey And Sounds Like It! This Is One Upset Lady.
"Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't we? Was it or was it not started by Islamic people who brought it to our shores on September 11, 2001? Were people from all over the world, mostly Americans, not brutally murdered that day, in downtown Manhattan , across the Potomac from our nation's capitol and in a field in Pennsylvania ? Did nearly three thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing death that day, or didn't they? And I'm supposed to care that a copy of the Koran was "desecrated" when an overworked American soldier kicked it or got it wet?...Well, I don't. I don't care at all. I'll start caring when Osama bin Laden turns himself in and repents for incinerating all those innocent people on 9/11. I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East start caring about the Holy Bible, the mere possession of which is a crime in Saudi Arabia . I'll care when these thugs tell the world they are

Write Up On Me
James Janicek is commended for serving as QA Team Leader Supervisor for the Louisiana Recovery Field Office in support and recovery effort for Hurricanes Katrina and Rita. In this position, he supervised four separate QA team leaders responsible for 60 government QA roofing team members and over 60 Contracted civilian employees During the Period from 01 September through 30 November 2005, he provided invaluable experience and leadership to establish “Blue Roof” operations in St. Tammany Parrish and Calcasieu Parrish. Jim trained and supervised over 60 personnel as “Blue Roof” estimators and quality assurance inspectors. His positive “Can Do” attitude was adopted by both his team members and the civilian contract work force. Under his direct leadership over 35,000 temporary roofs were installed by contractors hired by the Corps of Engineers providing direct hurricane relief for many distressed homeowners. Jim has had a direct major impact on the hurricane recovery efforts in South

Write Me
Dear Natalie, I ____ you. You have a nice ______. You make me _______. You should _______. Someday I will ______. You + me = ________. If I saw you now I'd __________. I want to ________ you. I would build a _______ just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be _________. We could __________ under the stars. Love, _______________ (P.S. ______________.)

Writing
My secret wish is to be a writer, it seems to be the most enjoyable job in the world. Taking pen to paper[or keys to word processor in this day and age] and spilling out your heart and soul into characters, sharing your ideas and beliefs with millions in a format for discussion and acceptance or rejection. I'm not very good at it though, I mean I understand that people say you must practice practice and practice in order to be a good writer, but isn't there some natural born talent mixed in? Maybe its just a unique outlook on life that a person needs in order to become a good writer, but how is it possible to test without years of schooling? I understand that people need to go to learn how to dot their i's and cross their t's, but it would make life a lot easier to understand without all the preemptive work to try for success. The idea has just been plaguing me lately, what if it is my passion what if writing is the one thing that I'm supposed to do in life, maybe I just ha

Writings From Tom
Well here we are,One day passes and then another,Then one week then two,Before we know it,Months and even years pass us by while were still here searching for the one that will make our lives whole once more.Tired of spending the minutes and hours alone,Falling asleep in our queen or king size beds with room to spare.Only the sound of children in the back ground,And not a whisper of a friend and lover in sight.No one to cuddle with on the couch,Or some one special to hold us tight at night.No one to comfort us after a hard and stressful day,But your bound and determined to make it any ways.Although we keep telling our-self's that were doing our best,But we keep wondering if this is just a test.We pour our heart and soul out in every thing we try,But there are many nights we lay in bed and cry.thinking and thinking of new things that we could try,But nothing seems to work so we sit and cry.Our hopes and dreams we look for in our future mate,So we keep trying and trying after each and ev

Writing
I sit here think of what to right. writing is the one thing im good at. I can type wut i mean. Wut is in my head. I wonder wut life would be without me. Wut if there wasnt beer. I think the weirdest things. I think happy things and sad things. I think of how happy i would be away from here. I wonder wut if i would have stayed with him. But at the end of all of the thinkign i get no were. And i am right back were i started.

Write The Big Man
I think anyone that adores me, needs to write Scrapper and request that I get my mumms back---I think it Bullshit that you can loose your mumms for writing about fricking band camp. I just love the Sher haters :) If myspace starts mumms or another site comes up I WILL BE GONE. This is a damn adult site but YET I can not make a mumm about BAND CAMP? FUBAR= People with jealousy issues

The Writer In Me Struggles To Break Free...
At one point in my life I decided I was a writer. I remember it well. 7th grade. My teacher was Mrs. Hall. It was my first introduction to poetry and I was captivated. The poem was Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe. His works continue to be some of my favorites today (read the Fall of the House of Usher- dark, but great). So my love affair with writing began with poetry. I wrote a lot back in those days and true to my style today, much of it was dark and frankly, depressing. But in highschool and through college my writing took a more journalistic approach and my poetry was soon forgotten. It has been almost a decade since I picked up the pen to write. So here it is the middle of the night, and for some odd reason, the writer in me is begging to be let out and I've pulled out my book of poetry (yes, I really have a book I kept of what I've written) and am going to be sharing it with all of you. Most of this was written in the 90's and I've never before let anyone read it. I will post some

Written By A Friend
DREAMS She leads him to a temptation that he cannot refuse The rhythm of his heart changes, and she is very amused Slowly through the flowing forest he follows her enchanting glow His body numb, breath quickening, his eyes widen every step he goes The moon shines brightly, forming a beautiful yet mysterious halo around her He grasps a tree tightly, her beauty making him drunk with desire. A breeze passes through her auburn hair sending her perfume to him. He closes his eyes and breathes in deep as wind through the trees whisper the song of love. Then he opens his eyes to see her lying next to him In the bed they've shared for almost fifty years. He sits up without taking his eyes away, Still as beautiful as the first day he saw her... Maybe even more so now. He runs his fingers gently through her silvering hair Only to find that she really isn't there He screams in pain as his heart breaks once again Like a sick morning ritual he bathes in his tears, Tomorrow will be

Writing
I don't know where to start but I am gonna try. And hope that I make some kind of sense out of what goes through my mind and comes out of my mouth. I am talking about expressing one's feelings. Is it worth it anymore. Maybe this is my problem, I try so hard to be as much of a gentlemen and a nice guy as I possibly can. I am generous to a fault I guess. I will practically do anything for anybody(friends that is). I sometimes don't know the work NO. I don't like to take pity from people because I am the one that has created my world, my existance. I sometimes don't even know what I am looking for. It's beginning to bother me because all I feel like I am doing is complaining. Some one wrote me a comment tonight. And all I could do was want to become emotional and want to cry. I am a strong person. Over the past few years a lot has happened. Good and bad, yet I roll with the punches whether they hurt or make me feel happy. The thing is I am not a quitter. And I want to le

Written By My Cousin, Whom I Love Dearly
Time passes so quickly. When I look back, it doesn't seem like 20 years have passed.I haven't seen her for twenty years!She looks the same. We always had a special bond.We share the same birthday.Sort of ironic really...Always thought we were sort of special... Like we were meant to have a different, unique, tight friendship.And we did for many years.We lived together as young adults.Were wild and crazy together. And then our lives took us both in different directions.Sad really when I think about it.So much time has passed.I often wondered about her.Missed her on my birthday... Our birthday.Every birthday.... for the passed 20 years. Then, at my fathers funeral...She walked up to me.In my tear filled, heart broken moment...There she stood right there in front of me.Beautiful.Real.Alive.Sharing my grief.Sharing my sadness. She was...Just how I remembered her.Instantly I knew who she was...Of course I knew who she was...Grabbed her, hugged her...Didn't want to let her go. In that

Written For Her Master
Because of You I feel your gentle touch Yet, there is no hand to hold You have kissed me with tenderness Yet our lips have never brushed You are here, way deep inside Although in another part of the world you abide Yet because of you, I breathe...

Writer's Block
Writer's Block I tried to write a poem today until I knew That I, like my poor poem, was incomplete Neither I nor my poem was able to soar No story to follow had we, no flow or ebb Tidally waved beneath our surface words Inviting you in to breathe our scented air No molten emotions swelled beneath Our seemingly cool exteriors, unrevealed Until you dig your way in too deep and Became held fast in our secret embrace. No, nothing like that happened over here No hand within our pristine folds uncovered Longing sense, sweet desires, or even a kiss The poem's not to blame nor its tone or its form For something was wanting in author's mind Or heart, which made the words incomplete In want, in need, why yes, that's it, I see Its you, my beloved, too far from my arms My poor lost poem was found sadly alone and so was I.

Writer's Block: In The Money
I would so pay a bill with the money or make sure the car had gas. Maybe Buy some groceries I wanted at home. People have always told me that I am too responsible at times, but its hard to change who you are after so many years of being that person and doing the same things. Having the same habits and what not. What would you do with the money?

Writing/poetry
Seen through the eyes of has been and what could... I am out of focus, lines fading. Adjust the tracking... Static in the 20 inch screen. Snow and a loud hiss of no reception ... I was here. My rabbit ears, are bent ascue.... Channel has gone off the air for the night... A test of the emergency broadcast system, if this had been a real... I'd see it in focus. If but for a moment... My pop has missed my culture... Wrong era, but same channel, same time... Act now, supplies are limited....100th caller... Ask parent permission...I may be unsuitable for some humans... Give me the late show, and I'll make you laugh... Canned applause, que in the midgets... Read the card...live in 3, 2, .... Today...I lost my way...yesterday was gone before it came... Tomorrow, is distant and yet to be...but fading rapidly into tomorrow.

Writing
A LOVE STORY.//as writ by me..copyright 2007 I GAZED ACROSS THE OCEAN IN YOUR DIRECTION, AND A SMILE CAME UPON MY FACE. I REMEMBERD THE THINGS YOU SAID TO ME AND WAS SUDDENLY AT EASE AS MY SPIRIT LEFT IN ASTROPROJECTION, FLOATING TOWARD THE WESTERN SHORES. THEN AT ONCE, IT STOPPED. IT HOVERED JUST SHY OF GOING ASHORE. MY HEART RACED WILDLY, WILLFULLY, WOEFULLY REALIZING THAT THIS WAS ONLY A DREAM. A DREAM THAT ONLY MY SPIRIT CAN INDULGE. A DREAM NOT LOST NOR WAIVERING, BUT WAINING EVER EASTWARD, UNTIL MY SPIRIT RETURNS TO ME, AND WAKES FOR THE DESIRE TO RETURN ONCE AGAIN TO THOSE WESTERN SHORES.

Writers Block Nothing New To
Yes like all the great writers. I have the writers block. Oh I find a line or a word or two that can be apart of somethign great. But right now I am stuck in limbo. I think I work best when I am stressed out big time. Why I do not know. All I know is that is when it happens the most the creative ideas. With working days now and getting a good nights sleep. I am not as stressed out any more. I have also been searching the internet to find more help with stressful times. I have found the site of University of metaphysical Scienes has a few free stress helping Audios and other things. This has help me to relax. So if there are others out there please check it out. Now I am thing of writing a short childerns story. About a very small squirrel who's home is a sunflower plant. All the Squirrel eats is sunflowers. Until he finds his love then starts eating Acorns. Which gets him to become full Grown. So the moral of the story would proboly be. Never be happy with your small world seek to fi

Writers Challenge!
Ernest Hemingway was once prodded to compose a complete story in six words. His answer, personally felt to be his best prose ever, was "For sale: baby shoes, never used." Some people say it was to settle a bar bet. Others say it was a personal challenge directed at other famous authors. I'd like to challenge you to compose your own Six Word Story. Be as inventive as possible. Have those few words tell the whole tale of you. Really think about it - one complete sentence, subject and verb, to sum yourself up... Everyone has a story. Can you tell yours in six words? Sure you can.... Raggdoll: Pain is a mirror of love. Robyn: The Beauty Lies In The Flaws.... Paintings by CANO: Help is not, repeat, NOT forthcoming. Kevin Daniel: everything will be alright, i think. Shelleyan: Photographs capture a moment in time! Green Shoes: I'll never fall in love again. Thor Thunderhorn: Music: The voice of the gods Mike{ Seldom was a tail left unturned.} Chloe'~ Always looking for the p

Writing Some Stuff
I HAVE BEEN BOUND IN THE DEPTHS OF HELL AROSE FROM THE ASHES I SAW BOTH FRIEND AND FOE- REACHING OUT TRYING TO GRAB HOLD NO DEMON CAN HOLD ME! AS I ASCENDED IN THE DISTANCE I COULD HEAR CRYS OF JOY AM I NEARER TO MY PEACE NOW? FOR I HAVE BEEN IN THE DEPTHS OF HELL AND RETURNED! BY:ME

Writtings Of Anxiety
You stupid fucking bitch. Such damaged goods. Why are you even trying? Cant you see your just no good? not normal, fucked up, broken, you don't function properly. Not even equally damaged want you. Trying so hard to just breathe. JUST FUCKING BREATHE. fight the want. I WANT TO CARVE THE IMPERFECTIONS OUT. Sometimes its just too much. The pain is the only distraction from all the distortion. The guilt. The rage. The cycle. It feels like my head might explode. I feel trapped. i feel sick. I damage myself more one way or another. Nothings ever right, I don't deserve to be happy. Its my fault. just breathe.

Written 10-15-06
DON'T GIVE ME PROMISES ABOUT TOMORROW STILL FEEL THE PAIN OF YESTERDAY GRAND ILLUSIONS FROM YOUNGER YEARS THAT LIFE WS SUCH AN EASY GAME TO PLAY TOMORROW'S PROMISES TURN TO MEMORIES AS SHADOWS CHIP AWAY AT YOUR HEART FAIRWEATHER FRIENDS AND FOOLISH CHOICES MAKE YOU ILLFATED FROM THE START QUESTIONS ALWAYS REMAIN UNANSWERED THE ONES THAT BRING REAL PEACE OF MIND IS IT LOVE, OR MONEY AND POWER HOW TO GET ALONG IN A WORLD SO UNKIND LOCKED IN A PRISON CELL DOING TIME SENTENCED TO MISERY LONELINESS & STRIFE NO ONE WILL COME AND SET ME FREE AND FEEL THE SUNSHINE ONCE AGAIN IN MY LIFE PRAY TO THE LORD, IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT THAT THE ANGEL OF DEATH COME AND TAKE MY SOUL MY CURSE IS TO GO ON FOREVER WITH STORM CLOUDS IN THE DISTANCE, LISTENING TO THE THUNDER ROLL

Written 1-6-07
IS A THORN WORTH THE BEAUTY IS THE PLEASURE WORTH THE PAIN IS A VELVET TOUCH WORTH THE SCARLET FLOW IS THUNDER AND LIGHTNING WORTH THE RAIN I'VE BEEN KISSED BY BEAUTIFUL PRINCESSES HEARD THEIR DADDY'S CALL FOR MY HEAD BEEN 3,000 MILES FROM HOME WONDERING WHO'S SLEEPING IN MY BED FELT THE KINDNESS OF STRANGERS KNOWN THE BETRAYEL OF CLOSE FRIENDS HEARD THE LIES AND PROMISES OF LOVERS SWEARING IT WOULD NEVER END DANCED IN ALLEYS AND MOUNTAINTOPS DOWN IN VALLEYS, AND GUTTES, AND STREETS PAVED IN GOLD SPENT COUNTLESS HOURS IN THE GYPSIE'S LAIR LISTENING TO THE STORIES BEEN TOLD COUNTLESS HORIZONS I HAVE CONQUERED ALL WITH ONE SINGLE THING IN SIGHT BE ABLE TO HOLD SOMEBODY WHO LOVES ME IN MY ARMS IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT I WILL CONTINUE MY FRUITLESS SEARCHES UNTIL MY SECRET LOVER IS FOUND THAT DAY MAY COME WHEN I HOLD HER I WILL KEEP LOOKING TILL THEY PUT ME IN THE GROUND

Write My Song
INK STAINS MY FINGERS AS THE PEN TAKES CONTROL THOUGHTS BARELY REGISTERED FLOW FORTH FROM MY SOUL WORDS WRITE THEMSELVES ON EACH NEW PAGE EAGER TO BE RECORDED FREE FROM THEIR CAGE I TRY TO WALK AWAY PUT DOWN THAT PEN BUT THE INK BECKONS ME TIME AND AGAIN PHRASES SPILL OUT IN FRONT OF ME URGENT AND DEMANDING ESCAPING WITH GLEE

Writing By Jo
A finger tracing your lips, then followed by my tongue. Kissing you deeper than most have ever done. Your hands tracing my every curve while mine trace your body too. My nails running lines upon your chest ~ through the hair down to your love's threshold. Your finger finding my folds of erotic pleasure which wetness it does show. Our eyes locked burning through to the soul of two lovers intertwined in a passionate hold. A kiss slowly moving from your brow to your nose. Making my way delightfully down to your toes. Your warmth moving through the very depth of my loins or is it mine moving through yours causing you to explode. A musical cadence ~ a dance two lovers share. Your hands on my breasts leaves me panting with a flare of burning wants and a need to care. My warm wet lips hovered over your flesh til you feel my hot breath upon your very essence, moving ever so gently til you are completely in. Tight, moist, delicate, and sweet. This is the treasure of your erot

Written By A Guy :]
from a guys point of view: We don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there. We don't care if a guy calls >OR TEXTS< you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning. Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/ cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you. The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me. Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood im in. let us pay for you! dont "feel bad" We enjoy doing it. It's expected. S

Written By A Guy
We don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there. We don't care if a guy calls >OR TEXTS< you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning. Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/ cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you. The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me. Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood im in. let us pay for you! dont "feel bad" We enjoy doing it. It's expected. Smile and say "thank you."

Written By A Guy!
from a guys point of view: We don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there. We don't care if a guy calls >OR TEXTS< you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning. Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/ cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you. The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me. Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood im in. let us pay for you! dont "feel bad" We enjoy doing it. It's expected. S

Writing By Jo
Can you see within the walls of fear? What meaning does it all have here? Could you capture just the special things that keep you coming back? What is it that makes up a soul? What beauty does your eyes behold? Is the outer shell all you see? Can you look past the plain to see the beauty in me? I am not all that outwardly as you so surely can tell, but if you care to take a dive down into my well.... You will find that I am like a house in need of restoration or a picture that has faded some just needing saturation. Unfortunately I wasn't born the cover of a magazine but my life has enfolded and made me into a special gem inside you see. Take a chance, a brief moment in time, if you haven't already I'm sure you will find.... A friend as true as you are to me, I'll be there with you for eternity.

Writing By Jo
I see your eyes they pierce me in the very core of my soul. You are there completely bared as no other man's soul I see. You have entered a place of mine where not many have been. You have allowed me to see ~ feel ~ think about what I want ~ need ~ long for. I will more than likely never see the day I could look upon your face. I am but just a simple face in a sea of beauty. You have taken me deep within myself to touch things within I ignore. I have a yearning desire to ignite my passionate fires which are smoldering but need something to continue their glow. If I close my eyes and think just a bit, I see you with your long, flowing hair. To feel it brush against my skin, wow what thoughts it takes me to. As not to think I am any different than more than a thousand eyes have looked upon, you are special...unique...a unicorn amongst men. A butterfly opening its wings to allow the beauty of your soul to be seen. I stand at the gate waiting to see if I can get in just to get a glimpse o

Written By Someone With Me In Mind
she waited with bated breath... the anticipation nearly driving her insane. They had been together more than once but had never taken the final step. The feelings she had for Him were hard for Her to acknowledge; but she couldn't get Him out of her mind... not even when she was with someone else. There was something about the way He touched her... the way He looked at her that made her want to be with Him like she hadn't wanted to be with anyone in far too long. Taking this step - finally coming together as intimately as two people can - was something she had looked forward to since taking Him in her mouth the first time. Thinking back, she could feel the moisture gathering between her legs... could feel her nipples tightening and becoming hard peaks... remembering the feel of His lips on hers... His lips on her neck... His fingers skimming over her flesh... pinching and pulling her nipples as they roamed across them. A small, wicked smile crept over her face as she remembered the fe

Written For My Ex Whom Cheated On Me
Fuck love Fuck trust may it all turn to dust like the love we once had the kind of love that drove me mad but I guess you didn't feel it too for I meant nothing, nothing to you. seducing her was your goal I found out too late but now I know If you want her then I will step aside for your happiness I will abide. the wishes you have for the two of you, you wanted her WELL FUCK IT WERE THROUGH!

Written By A Guy...
We don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there. We don't care if a guy calls >OR TEXTS< you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning. Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/ cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you. The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me. Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood im in. let us pay for you! dont "feel bad" We enjoy doing it. It's expected. Smile and say "thank you."

Written So Long Ago...but Fit For Now??
"I could" I could spend forever looking into her eyes To be with my true Love my heart cries I feel drawn to her more and more each day Oh Lord, lead her and I together and show us the way Let she and I come together as one heart And once we are together nothing can take us apart To hold each other and feel at such peace To feel the warmth of our love.....warmer than a fleece I have spent ages looking for her and seeing her in my dreams When I would wake my heart would cry streams I could spend forever looking into her eyes To be with my true Love my heart cries Her smile shines like the morning sun Oh Lord, have I yet found the one? Thinking of her brings a smile to my heart To love her with my all I have already to start I have loved her before knowing her that day Yet I've known her and loved her in such a way Have I found her and has she found me? One day to come together and know we are to be? "This bond" This bond that we share shall never part I will

Writing And Poetry
I had the honor of being presented this awesome poem from my dear sweet friend Chikamaru for giving him kisses. I just wanted to share it with you all... I love it and think it is GREAT, much love and many kisses Chikamaru...Thelma....xoxoxoxo Stairway to a Dream When The Levee Breaks, i'm gonna give you All My Love. i'm gonna take you and our Black Dog up on a Black Mountain Side Good Times Bad Times make me Sick Again so In The Light Black Country Woman, We're Gonna Groove like friends from Misty Mountain Hop up to Royal Orleans and Over the Hills and Far far Away I Can't Quit You Baby...

Written After A Wish That Never Came True
Standing at the edge of falling Or have I already fell Would it mater if I told you Things I had bet that I would never tell Do you share this knot in your chest And does it by chance share my eyes Im sitting here with questions Trying to drown this feeling till it dies You told me once you were falling Was it for me or was it from my grace I dream to make you happy And wish to wake with you in my embrace Would it mater if I told you Things I had bet that I would never tell Wish I could be your night in shinning armor But not knowing you is worse then hell When I looked into your eyes the world didn’t matter Never before had I been so scared It’s a funny thing in all seriousness No matter how you try your never prepaired Standing at the edge of falling Or have I already feel Would it mater if I told you Things I had bet that I would never tell I fell alone and now alone I lie written by me -spike

Written By A Guy
From a guys point of view: We don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there. We don't care if a guy calls >OR TEXTS< you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning. Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/ cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you. The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me. Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood im in. let us pay for you! dont "feel bad" We enjoy doing it. It's expected. S

Written By A Friend
There is a man, a special man, He's strong and full of pride; He's talented and cunning, He's never failed at what he's tried. You may know him well, or not at all, Yet, may have seen him, walking proud; He may be the ones who's smiling, In a dark and saddened crowd. Yet, in that crowd of sadness, There are those that live in fear; For he is the one who raped them, His reward, their every tear. He is quite proud, of who he is, And grateful, for the words unsaid; The ones that could have stopped him, But he's smiling instead. He'll go on to ruin other lives, To drain another heart; He'll find another to live in fear, When he's ripped their soul apart. And he's untouchable, this special man, He's as strong as you let him be; Safe to rape the ones you love, And, proudly, living free.

Written For Me
you are my dream my greatest wish you make me see the world with a whole new twist how i wish for our first kiss i love you ms. ashley so dont you ever forget i'll be waiting here for our true loves first kiss

Writers Block F**king Sucks
All this shit rolling around in my head and in my heart and I cant seem to get it down on paper. the worst thing is that if I don't it will stay there until it drives me crazy if I don't get it out. I am Soooooooo Screwed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Writing
~I Lye~ I lye, savoring every moment like it's our last. Time ticks away tic, tock, tic tock, uneven beats but yet in rhythm. How much can I take I do not know. My mind races from the previous night oh how I loved it My love once pure now tainted with betrayal. Echoes stir from afar moments later dead silence, the sun has woken, its rays burning through me, this my punishment "I cry out" moon, why have you abandoned me my good friend. I notice a figure next to me the same one I see every night. Trapped and alone I feel the safest in your arms, you cause me to lose all train of thought for a few hours of freedom I yearn for. Angered and frustrated I take you in my arms and shower you with bliss once again

Writing A Custom Story
I have received the needed information from a guy who wishes for me to write him a custom story. It will be a custom story of me and HIM and he is into threesomes which is one of my fantasies too. This will be a HOT erotic story. He has given me enough information about his personal details where this will be fun to formulate in my mind before I put it to keyboard. Hmmmmmm ... the creative juices will begin to flow very soon. I just know you will enjoy this story "J" ... give me a bit of time to formulate and create and then I will email it to you. 36d hugs, Ms. Cleavage

Written By Me Last Night{true Friendship}
HEY GIRLY IM HERE CAUSE I MISS THE HELL OUT OF YOU I WISH YOU WOULD COME BACK I WILL NEVER SAY GOOD BYE TO YOU IN MY HEART YOUR NOT GONE YOUR JUST AWAY THIS HAS BEEN SO HARD ON ME OH HOW I WISH YOU WERE STILL HERE I SIT AND LOOK AT THE DOOR AND WAIT TO SEE IF YOUR GONNA WALK IN BUT YOU HAVENT I FEEL LIKE IM LIVING A NIGHTMARE AND YOUR GONNA COME THROUGH THE DOOR AT ANY TIME IM HOPING I GUESS I DONT WANT TO ACCEP THE FACT YOUR GONE MAYBE ILL NEVER ACCEPT IT BUT IVE HAD ALOT OF FRIEND GIVING ME SUPPORT AS I TRY TO AND THEY UNDERSTAND WHEN IM QUIET THAT ITS REALLY HURTING THEVE BEEN GREAT THERE THE BEST THERES EVEN A COUPLE THAT HAVE BEEN REALLY HELPFUL AND IM REALLY GREATFUL FOR THEM I DONT KNOW WHERE I WOULD BE OR HOW I COULD MAKE IT THROUGH THIS WITH OUT THEM YOU WILL NEVER BE REPLACED YOU WILL ALWAYS REAMAIN MY BEST FRIEND AS IM SITTING HERE WRITING THIS IM HOPING IN SOME WAY YOU WILL GET TO READ IT OR ATLEAST YOULL KNOW ITS HERE I WISH I WASNT WRITING IT BUT SOMEHOW WRITING TO YOU

Written For Cece
Love is something that will never die, yet have not enough power to move on. People are slowly giving up on love, since love has only brought them pain. They don't yet know that love is the only thing we can live for. Without it, why bother living life a lie? Love is always inside us but is hidden from those who don't wish to yet seek it.

Writing
Writing Like a poet, I write my twisted, binding words down upon paper. My heart is listening to all the pain and sorrow about it. Yet my soul weeping emotion becomes the reason my words are written down upon a blank piece of paper, which is waiting for the words to be place upon. Will my ghostly writings touch others? Who's to know, but each eager heart and awakening soul that dares to see the message upon the full page. Will the words be clear or lucid as dreams walking within falseness of those, who refuses to see or read the binding words of truth upon the paper? The words upon my sole piece paper begin to flow. Romantic Melancholy is but a lurking dream as the elegant speech within the writing flows like the elements of life are fading upon each stroke of the pen begins to tell a hidden message. Devouring need of the writing becomes the sweet freedom of erasing all the hidden melodrama. Depth within the words becomes the lost passion. Clarity begins erasing the dark c

Written For My Mom
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free; I'm following the path God laid for me. I took His hand when I heard Him call; I turned my back and left it all. I could not stay another day, To laugh, to love, to work or play. Tasks left undone must stay that way; I found that place at the close of day. If my parting has left a void, Then fill it with remembered joy. A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss; Ah yes, these things, I too, will miss. Be not burdened with times of sorrow; I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow. My life's been full, I savored much; Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch. Perhaps my time seemed all too brief; Don't lengthen it now with undue grief. Lift up your heart and share with me; God wanted me now, He set me free.

Written By An Australian Dentist....
To Kill an American You probably missed this in the rush of news, but there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper, an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American. So an Australian dentist wrote an editorial the following day to let everyone know what an American is . So they would know when they found one. (Good one, mate!!!!) "An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, or Arab, or Pakistani or Afghan. An American may also be a Comanche, Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache, Seminole or one of the many other tribes known as native Americans. An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, or Buddhist, or Muslim. In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in Afghanistan.The only difference is that in America they are free to worship

Written Words
Written words By ERIC Ethan If I written the words of love, caring heart, passion and kisses on a piece of paper. You put them in your pocket or in a book the words may faded away but they leave a good memories in your heart The End

Written By A Man
IF A MAN WANTS YOU If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay. Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache. Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that's not meant to be. Slower is better. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy. If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no, you can't 'be friends.' A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend. Don't settle. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is. Don't stay because you think 'it will get better.' You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better. The only person you can control in a relationship is you. Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, Why w

Written Along Time Ago
I must go it alone All on my own and believe in myself Cause I'm all I have. And who I become Depends only on me Cause I'm all I have To rely on to live Words are just words That hold no meaning to the ones who don't feel and don't care. And now I must go it alone On my own I don't need anyone to make me feel whole to determine my self-worth I don't need anyone I've got myself. 1987

Written In 1985
From being left alone to hide From silent torture that resides From wishes never brought to bear On such a soul so unaware From poisoned bottle's fatal hold As liquid torture did unfold From brief love's ecstasy denied And the cloud that did reside