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Posted: 6/3/2006 4:30:24 AM | woops!"Son here my story goes:" its not 'son,' its 'so'
lol kinda changes the meaning.. i'm pretty embarassed for posting. and i didn't mean any offense by the 'dying torch' LOL
i always act first, then think. good luck all!! | |
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Posted: 6/3/2006 1:07:40 PM | i might jump in your fire and quench my desire,
i just need to sit on the myre,
just for the meanwhile,
i know you have quite the style,
i applaud you for coming here and putting yourself on trial,
not in this to confuse,
not even to amuse, my heart has taken some abuse,
my feelings need that recluse,
the last time i had this connection,
it just so happened that i got sucked for emotion,
commotion there was, yet recognition i refused,
hopefulness i enthused,
filled with doubt, caution with stout,
i still feel that he is out there,
will i grab him, or will he simply run away,
just like the rest, wanting nothing but my stature,
does my heart deserve another fracture?
will he stay, i pray he may,
yet he deserves to choose,
but will he let his hair hang loose,
patience will he bestow on that moose?
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Posted: 6/3/2006 1:13:14 PM | Pebbles... brawn and i just play, just like he does with everyone here....
i do the same with two more of forum friends!
Fiveandplay.....thank you for that and i am so very glad ( you dont know how much), that you stopped by! so truly thank you!
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Posted: 6/3/2006 9:19:49 PM | if she will take the time
To match her words to this rhyme
May she forever find
that which she had yet to mind
Walked too long in the sun
hair held in a bun
She felt the tears of the sun drip
as she walked her 14 mile trip
Assulted by the images of her past
She has yet to make a last
request or even a confession to her heart
That she wanted to break her forgotten art | |
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Posted: 6/4/2006 5:37:02 AM | Listen,don't be missing,
The sound of my caressing.
The hot and deep vibration,
My words make on your heart.
Like waves these words keep coming,
And hopefully destroying,
The walls of your small city,
The guardians of your soul.
I don't intend to pressure,
I just gave a confession,
To let you feel the presence,
Of my unchartered sea.
My ocean's at your feet now,
Its up to you to reach down,
And stroke the rippled surface,
To see if it is warm.
So take your time and lie down,
On the white sand in your town,
And when your heart is ready,
You'll want to swim again. | |
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Posted: 6/4/2006 12:36:02 PM | what if when my heart is ready,
i want to swim again, but i only want you,
what if its too late, for it is unfair to make you wait,
you've pulled at my heart strings, got me where i thought it wouldnt sting,
my carefree nature takes over,
and all i see is crimson and clover,
a win lose situation that i have the power to stop,
cept the power doesnt feel right,
playing with someone is what i swore i would fight,
making them understand is what i have in site.
You've shown me with words,
cant wait anylonger to see actions,
because the latter is what should sweetly bite,
im giving you the amber light,
careful to tread lite,
i snap you up before it becomes night!
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Posted: 6/5/2006 5:55:17 AM | writing again,
every key has that feeling,
thanks to someone, i have become one,
even if its only with my thoughts,
i sometimes feel so distraught,
feel like i need that draught,
going through drought,
but does it bring a new beginning
or is this just the first inning,
how many runs left to success,
will i be bowled out or will i run my test!
cricket for like!!!!
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Posted: 6/6/2006 6:04:30 AM | There's a person that watches over me,
he comforts me when i cant sleep,
he loves me when i feel anything but meek,
he gives me what i need to proceed,
he leaves me with nothing so i can belive.
He Gives me strength to think,
he is even there when i blink,
he's given me love,
even when its love i starve,
faith i must carve,
my heart sometimes feels like its torn in half,
divided btwn what i should and what i shouldnt,
if i could and would i?
too many questions unanswered,
the question is, have i not suffered!
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Posted: 6/6/2006 11:06:10 AM | gorgeousbubbles:
the more you give:
The more you give the more you get.
The more you laugh the less you fret.
The more you do unselfishly.
The more you live abundantly.
The more of everything you share.
The more you will always have to spare.
The more you love the more you will'll find.
That life is good and friends are kind.
For only what we give away.
Enriches us from day to day. | |
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Posted: 6/6/2006 11:19:12 AM | Oh Sweetness...that truly meant something... thank you so much for putting it here!
always
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Posted: 6/6/2006 11:50:28 AM | gorgeousbubbles:
Never Quit:
When things go wrong as they sometimes will.
When the road you're trudging seems uphill.
When funds are lowand debt's are high.
You want to smil;e but you have to sigh.
when care is pressing down a bit.
rest if you must but don't quit.
success is failure turned inside out-
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you can never tell how close you are.
It may be near when it seems far.
So stickto the fight when you're hardest hit-
It's when things seem worst that.
you must not quit. | |
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Posted: 6/6/2006 12:00:49 PM | brawn.........what a dog
chased pebbles away
while coaxing dear bubbles to come out and play.
hahahahahaha, just kiddin.
theres pebbles and bubbles, if i change my name to marbles can we talk? hhahaha, just had to say that. | |
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Posted: 6/7/2006 7:50:11 AM | Dear bubbles was just playing,
Brawn too, yet it seems there is more to it
so people seem to think,
Brawn is my dawg, his got my back,
we chat and we even Post,
he is there when i need a time out
even when i just need to eat toast,
friends we are from coast to coast,
nothing more, nothing less,
so people, dont you even stress...
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Posted: 6/7/2006 8:53:29 AM | There is a boy who helps me see things his way
there is a boy who helps me even though he doesnt know
can it show? i finally express what i feel,
and to my suprise, likewise does he deal,
i cant help but feel like im dreaming,
are my eyes gleaming?
or is it that tears are streaming,
finally taking hold of what he should,
am i really that prude?
it seems not,
i dont know the value sometimes, of what i have got,
so now, rather than not,
i'll take everything, because sometimes nothing is alot!
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Posted: 6/7/2006 9:59:41 AM | georgeousbubbles:
What you fear most is what will most plague you.
Fear will draw it to you like a magnet.
Joy-truth-love these three are interchangable.
And one always leads to others.
There is nothing you can't have if you choose it.
Suffering has nothing to do with events but with ones reaction to them.
There is no limit what you can become.
Thought is pure energy.
Every thought you have is creative.
All thoughts criss-crossing in an incrediable maze of energy.
Forming a ever-changing pattern od unspeakable beauty and unbelievable complexity.
Your potential is unlimited in all that you've been chosen to do.
No one does anything he or she doesn't want to do.
Enlightment is understanding there is no where to go.
Nothing to do and nobody you have to be except who you're being right now.
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Posted: 6/7/2006 11:38:01 AM | thank you Sweetness...
i love the last line its appropriate...lol
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Posted: 6/7/2006 1:10:44 PM | Okay on that one.
As adults, our relationship requires no definition to others
We are not, by any means, having a discussion with our mothers
We are intelligent people and we are both single
Intensity is just a biproduct of when we mingle
We have the unique capacity for honesty
One chromosome off of the anthropoid family
Even though sometimes we are kissing in a tree
It's one of the things that lets us be free....
you get to be you, and I get to be me
Would I make love to you in a fashion....doggie
Of course. I am now, incase anyone is foggy
Make no mistake as to my intention
And don't bother us with an intervention
The thought of my tongue running slowly along your calf
Is it really in my mind? Hell yes. Did you hear me laugh?
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Posted: 6/8/2006 5:54:34 AM | Intense it will be,
tongues swirling, im giddy with glee,
practicing makes perfect, i'll be as busy as a bee,
we play so well together, others think it's real,
its an art, and to be able to be transformed with words is to truly be free.
forever my confidante,
i think you so could be an aunt,
back to that story about womans parts,
i think it could be true, you seem to understand me,
and thats so out of the blue!
Among the very few i let in,
Im glad your my dawg,
now back to sizziling?!
hehe
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Posted: 6/8/2006 7:32:40 AM | Here is another
Behind Walls
Winter’s icy knife cuts through the barren tree
Her frigid talons deny escape of the living entity
Yet, safely hiding behind her bark,
A tender heart, not ready for the reality so stark
Of life so new, so green, struggling to be free
Freedom sought from winter’s bitter blast
Of pain and grief that forever last
Giving her existence in the bark covered shell
Rendering no redemption from her darkest well
Her compassion she spreads, drawn from her past
Surrounded by darkness with small light inside
Her heart a shelf hidden from pain’s reside
All who love her chip away her shield of bark
Few have gained access to her ice laden park
Leaving compassionate mark for those who abide.
Icy walls standing high with thick sturdy blocks
Guarding against those with the keys to her locks
Her mind is hurt and her heart carries pain
From those who enter with out restrain
Still she opens now and again for a kind one who knocks.
Her green, his blue thaws through winter grips
Life of her green emerges ‘tween her icy lips
Winter’s hold melts with the heat of his blue
Her fortress falls with his warm touch of true
And thru her heart and soul true love inside slips
Although she now embraces a love ever true
Her mind so noble, her heart exposed what she must do
Walls unguarded holding others away
His love pierced her fortress walls yet at bay
Not 'neath her bark, his touch of blue. | |
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Posted: 6/9/2006 8:55:43 PM | If you say it fast enough it could be one word lol
How come you posted a fire-breathing emoticon if she is an ice queen?
Maybe it's supposed to represent yourself?
Hi Bubbles :) | |
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Posted: 6/11/2006 1:09:06 PM | People who want to say something to me should have the balls to say it to my face!
Thanks Five! and Lady.....
i could be nasty but i wont,
there's freedom of speech in this world,
believe what you want to, think what you may,
that doesnt change that i dont want to play,
in charge of my life, had enough of your strife,
get over it, i am, so theres no use in creating a sham!
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Posted: 6/11/2006 1:39:19 PM | Hey Bubbles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love the new name and pic...man you are really DDG
Hope all is well
Hugzzzzzzzzz
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Posted: 6/11/2006 2:03:48 PM | hey love.. hows it going?
long time
DDG?
you have to fill me in on the lingo sometime
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