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I know you all too well, my friend.
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 52
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 2/14/2006 5:56:46 AM
Very touching whtarush. Feel free to post your writings here anytime! God Bless.
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 53
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 2/14/2006 5:58:54 AM

Touch of silk,
Warm breath,
Racing heart.

Luscious lips,
Tantalizing tongue,
Muscles of art.

Legs entwined,
Skin to skin,
Never to part.
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 54
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 2/15/2006 4:55:07 AM
Your kind words always give me a boost Om! Right back at you!
Joined: 1/5/2006
Msg: 55
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 2/15/2006 1:31:13 PM
I Went To A Party, Mom!

I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom
So I had a sprite instead.

I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
That I didn't drink and drive,
Though some friends said I should.

I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right,
The party finally ended,
And the kids drove out of sight.

I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mom
Something I expected least.

Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,
Mom, his voice seems far away.

My own blood's all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
This girl is going to die.

I'm sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and drive,
Now I would have to die.

So why do people do it, Mom
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
Like a hundred stabbing knives.

Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
Tell daddy to be brave,
And when I go to heaven,
Put Daddy's Girl on my grave.

Someone should have taught him,
That it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
And I'm so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me Mom,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say I love you, Mom
So I love you and good-bye.


Jenny was so happy about the house they had found.
For once in her life 'twas on the right side of town.
She unpacked her things with such great ease.
As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze.

How wonderful it was to have her own room.
School would be starting, she'd have friends over soon.
There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy
It's just the way she wanted her life to be.

On the first day of school, everything went great.
She made new friends and even got a date!
She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be,
Because I just got a date with the star of the team!"

To be known in this school you had to have a clout,
And dating this guy would sure help her out.
There was only one problem stopping her fate.
Her parents had said she was too young to date.

"Well, I just won't tell them the entire truth.
They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?"
Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night.
Her parents frowned but said, "All right."

Excited, she got ready for the big event
But as she rushed around like she had no sense,
She began to feel guilty about all the lies,
But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride?

Well the pizza was good, and the party was great,
But the moonlight ride would have to wait.
For Jeff was half drunk by this time.
But he kissed her and said that he was just fine.

Then the room filled with smoke and Jeff took a puff.
Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff.
Now Jeff was ready to ride to the point
But only after he'd smoked another joint.

They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride,
Not thinking that he was too drunk to drive.
They finally made it to the point at last,
And Jeff started trying to make a pass.

A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all
(and by a pass, I don't mean playing football).
Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb."

With all of her might, she pushed Jeff away:
"Please take me home, I dont want to stay."
Jeff cranked up the engine and floored the gas.
In a matter of seconds they were going too fast.

As Jeff drove on in a fit of wild anger,
Jenny knew that her life was in danger.
She begged and pleaded for him to slow down,
But he just got faster as they neared the town.

"Just let me get home! I'll confess that I lied.
I really went out for a moonlight ride."
Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash.
"Oh God, Please help us! We're going to crash!"

She doesn't remember the force of impact.
Just that everything all of a sudden went black.
She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble,
And heard, "Call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble!"

Voices she heard...a few words at best.
But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck.
Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right,
And if the people in the other car were alive.

She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad.
"You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad."
These voices echoed inside her head,
As they gently told her that Jeff was dead.

They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do.
But it looks as if we'll lose you too."
"But the people in the other car!?" Jenny cried.
"We're sorry, Jenny, they also died."

Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done
I only wanted to have just one night of fun."
"Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim,
And wish I could return their families to them."

"Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied,
And that it's my fault so many have died.
Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?"
The nurse just stood there ~ she never agreed.

But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes
And a few moments later Jenny died.
A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best
To bid that girl her one last request?"

She looked at the man with eyes, oh! so sad.
"Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad."
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 56
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 2/16/2006 5:27:42 AM
Welcome Wyldwomyn! Thank you for stopping in and posting your very heart felt poem. I think you understand my thread title completely. Come back anytime. God Bless.
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 57
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Posted: 2/16/2006 5:31:06 AM
Hi Broken_Soul! Been reading your posts elsewhere and nice to see you drop in here. Your writings deliver very important messages that people should take to heart. God Bless.
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 58
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 2/16/2006 9:42:57 AM

Locked up and staring through cold metal bars,
A little naked boy covered in scars.

Curled up in a ball, frightened and scared,
Sobbing softly and wondering why no one cared.

Skin and bones, bruised and battered,
A heart barely beating for it was thoroughly shattered.

He gazed out of the grimy window into the night,
And focused on a shiny star so bright.

His intense pain and sorrows withered away,
For a higher power enveloped his body that day.

He was taken from the hatred and cruelty given,
In a chariot of abundant love he was driven.
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 59
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 2/17/2006 5:52:47 AM

Aching to feel your gentle touch,
Missing you, Baby, so very much.

Dreaming of being wrapped in your arms,
Snuggled safe and away from all of lifes harms.

Counting the seconds until I'll see you again,
Knowing that complete and whole I will be then.

Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 60
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 2/20/2006 5:15:59 AM
Hi sunnyseas! Thanks for posting your very moving poem here. Like you, I found that getting it out helps to be able to get past and move on. I can look back at my old stuff and read in amazement because I have come so far. Please come back anytime! God Bless.
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 61
Posted: 2/21/2006 4:49:44 AM
Welcome back Separated44! I honestly don't think that there is any right or wrong poems to post here. I want everyone to feel welcome to post whatever they want. Good, bad, ugly, sad - it is all a form of therapy no matter what it is. And, I do enjoy having others share their poems with me. I've been reading your many poems and have been thoroughly enjoying them. Keep on rolling! God Bless,
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 62
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 2/21/2006 6:39:54 AM

We have both been hurt,
many times before.
Treated like dirt,
pierced to the core.

We had pain and sorrow,
so much to bear.
No room for tomorrow,
we didn't care.

We fought tooth and nail,
came back with a force.
Took off and set sail,
on a whole different course.

We overcame trials,
not an easy task.
Turned frowns into smiles,
removed our masks.

We have been united,
by the Higher One.
Elated and excited,
for our journey has begun.
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 63
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 2/22/2006 9:40:38 AM

I offer to you
this little key.
A small but precious
part of me.

I offer to you
my past and present.
Our future could
become quite pleasant.

I offer to you
trust and respect.
A sacred time
to truly connect.

I offer to you
new chance at life.
Take away all worries,
pain and strife.

I offer to you
a brand new door.
Open it up and
together we'll soar.
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 64
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 2/23/2006 9:35:26 AM

Subtle scent
Soft pillow
Heaven sent
I know.

Vivid dreams
Sweet dear
Silent screams
Aching here.

Missing you
Warm desire
Forever true
Soaring higher.
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Msg: 65
Not The Time
Posted: 2/24/2006 6:06:28 AM
Wow separated44! They seem to just be pouring out of you. Awesome writes.
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Msg: 66
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 2/27/2006 7:39:20 AM
Really like this one separated44 because I can relate very well to it. Thank God for that morning coffee and the wonders of what the new day will bring or I would never want to get out of my warm and comfy bed!
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 67
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 2/27/2006 7:44:06 AM
Good to see you Om and thanks for the compliment. Cage came about in a different way...I have a muse now. He's a great storyteller. He can make them up just out of the blue and he inspired this one for me. His story was completely different but the base was about a boy in a cage. Couldn't seem to get the image out of my head. It's pretty cool how he can get my mind moving in many directions. See you soon!
Joined: 11/4/2005
Msg: 68
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Posted: 2/27/2006 9:30:36 AM
No Games

Tired eyes.
No more lies.
This is me.
For all to see.
Nothing to hide.
Full of pride.
No shame.
No blame.
Open hand.
Here I stand.

Taken or Forsaken?
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Msg: 69
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 2/27/2006 10:20:24 AM
Aw, , thanks bunches separated44!
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Msg: 70
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Posted: 2/27/2006 12:56:18 PM

I strive everyday not to be selfish in anything that I do.
But, I know that I fail miserably when I have thoughts of you.

I miss so many things about you that the list will never end.
Big, medium and small things all seem to blend.

I miss your laugh. The unmistakable noise that rattled the windows.
The one that would turn heads with one little blow.

I miss the greatest place in the world to rest my head.
Yes, your big boobs made for the finest bed.

I miss your cooking. No one's will ever compare.
When you are not here looking, I don't even dare.

These small things and many, many more but most of all,
Mom, I just miss you and that is why I scrawl.
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Msg: 71
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Posted: 2/28/2006 5:28:55 AM
Great write separated44!

Whtarush - Your words have me wondering if I know you??
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Msg: 72
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 2/28/2006 5:33:33 AM
Sorry for the double post folks but had to edit this one in a couple of spots.


I strive everyday not to be selfish in anything that I do.
But, I know that I fail miserably when I have thoughts of you.

I miss so many things about you that the list will never end.
Big, medium and small things all seem to blend.

I miss your laugh. The unmistakable noise that rattled the windows.
The one that would turn heads with one of those blows.

I miss the greatest place in the world to rest my weary head.
Yes, your big boobs made for the finest and softest bed.

I miss your cooking. No one's will ever compare.
When you are not here looking, I don't even dare.

These small things and many, many more but most of all,
Mom, I just miss you and that is why I scrawl.
Joined: 1/5/2006
Msg: 73
Writing Is Therapy!
Posted: 2/28/2006 5:39:42 AM
ltliving hey thank's sorry those are some of the one's, i found here is some of mine's.

Lies Unfolded

I wonder if they would even care if i was here or gone i wonder what they would say or do after i'm gone would they even shed one tear or even show, one ounce of pain for me.

You say when you'r gone that no one would give two shit's in hell if you'r on this earth or not but deep down inside you know you need someone by you'r side, but on the outside you act so tough and you never let you'r true emotion's show through.

So while you'r lyaing there on you'r bed tonight maybe you should ask god while you'r gone will you cry for you'rselve because you never meant, to take it this far and you never meant to hurt the one's you loved.

When you'r lying on you'r bed at night not being able to fall asleep do you ever have doubts about all the terrible thing's you have done or said and what if the person you got angry at does not make it through the night would you wake up in the morning wishing you could take it all back and think maybe if you would have just kept you'r thought's to yourselve that just maybe they would still be here right now, but no you never think about what your words or action's may do to someone maybe that person you did this to needed an friend at the time what if you didn't have a second chance to tell them just how much you love them and that you'r sorry for letting them down.

You say that this will never happend to you but you know what you'r lying and you'r lying to yourselve because deep down inside you know that you do need someone by your side and you know that you truly do not know what will happend to you in the end you say that you just wan't to be left alone and to die without anyone by you'r side and you said you'll never love anyone and that no one could ever make you love them but, it seem's the tables have turn because you had someone so good in you'r life and you just let her get away she really did love you but now she's fed up with all the emotional game's you play with her head one minute you love her the next minute you can't ****ing stand her.

You'r afraid to get close to anyone because you can't help but think if they will leave you and turn you'r life upside down just like the rest of them have done you but you can't stop thinking about them and you can't help but fallen inlove with the person every second of the minute you'r talking to them but you said what if i did die just maybe i will like it that way maybe i'll just take my own life tonight who would, give two shit's in hell if i was on this ****ed up earth or not but what you do not know is that there is someone out there tonight who is feeling the same way as you are right at this moment but you block it out you don't wan't to hear another damn word about it you even tell them just leave you alone and let you ****ing die because the world would be a better place after you'r gone but it's so hard to not be here for you and not care about you because i know deep down inside you'r just a little confused and you need someone to help you through all you'r problem's and pain.

You start to think of way's to end all this pain and all this stress and you start thinking about how the one you love so much doesn't give two shits in hell about you they sit there and tell you how they wan't you out of their life for good and they regret the day they ever laid eye's on you because every sense that day started they have been so unhappy and they wished they could just make this go away and get you out of their life for good, and then it makes you wan't to die even worse because the one you love more than you'r life has just told you that they wished that day had never arrived.

They start to leave you fall at their feet begging them to please don't go and you love them and you can't bear the thought of loosing them and they look down at you and stare into you'r eye's and say i never loved you i never wanted the day to come that we met and i never wanted a damn thing to do with but you wouldn't leave me alone you kept on and on until finnaly i had enough of all the shit you was doing and i agreed to be with you just so you wouldn't bug the **** out of me and you would feel like you was loved but deep down inside i never ****ing loved you i didn't give, two shits in hell what happend to you or where you ended up at i just got tired of you annoying the hell out of me every single day so i said yes just to shut you up and make you seem like you felt loved so now you know the truth and i can leave so **** you and all the lie's you made me tell you'r never get an chance with me you just wished you could have someone like me but the truth is you'r never see the day come that you'll have me and the day that i'll acturaly love you.
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Msg: 74
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Posted: 2/28/2006 5:51:07 AM
Hi Broken Soul! I really like your writes. I have read so many of them! I believe that everyone here can relate to what you say and feel in one way or another. Keep it up girl!
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Msg: 75
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Posted: 2/28/2006 6:14:55 AM
#5 should be #1!! Thanks for my daily dose Om.
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