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I'm a cancer survivor... single (but not looking)mom with one left in the nest, I enjoy web design, graphic design, painting, casinos, camping, fishing, etc., but most of all I enjoy waking up alive each blessed morning!
UPDATE as of 12-10-08: I finished my last round of chemo yesterday! Yippee! Final results won't be known til mid Jan., but the hard part is over now! Thanks to all for all your prayers... somebody was upstairs listening!
Yes, Cancer is also my Zodiac Sign... Go figure? I'm just here to meet new friends, NOT dating at this time and have no intensions of doing so. Special thanks to those true fubar friends that remain there thru the rough times as well!!! Anyways... I'm pretty laid back and get along with most (decent) people. If you'd like to know more... just ask!
"Survival"
I think often about love and such,
A soft simple hug, or a gentle caress.
Security from harm's way,
When in creeps a so called love with less.
The rain brings memories of a love once feared,
A reminder of those tears that once fell.
A heart once broken and abandoned,
Lost then, somewhere deep within a wishing well.
Love shouldn't consist of these,
It should hold another's best interest at heart.
It should be nurturing, it should grow without thorns,
A stable foundation of friendship at start.
When the calm after the storm finally appears,
A broken heart carefully mended, where kisses of x now stitch the hole.
I find myself surviving safely, again on my own,
For love is a mere luxury when survivals the main goal.
Copyright '2010, Elizabeth Johnson, All rights reserved.
Inside Your Mind
If I could see inside your mind,
I wonder just what I might find.
White walls and straight jackets,
Wooden shelves and metal brackets.
Lipstick on your night stand,
A laser light show or a rock band.
Mellow sounds drowning tears,
Dillusional thoughts, your worst fears.
A kiss from a memorable love,
Spirits long passed and now above,
A photo etched deep within,
Friends, associates or maybe kin.
Your favorite colors spinning clockwise,
A cheeseburger and french fries.
A midnight summer dream,
Morning coffee with a spoon of cream.
Sadness invading an urge to smile,
Empathetic shoes walking a mile.
Generosity of your kind being,
Ten personalities fastly fleeing.
I wish I could trade for just a day,
See what your brain has to say.
I'd enter fast to explore inside,
Nothing else for you to hide.