Tag: troubled
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November 09, 2006 07:45 AM EST --
"....and if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.". She shivered.. She curled into a fetal position and squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to think of the morbidity of . . . more
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November 12, 2007 06:58 PM EST --
I rode the bus yesterday
and listened to kids speak.
The way they expressed life
no less than what we seek.
What I heard was painful
it went right down to my soul.
Some kids spoke like . . . more
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December 19, 2007 02:10 AM EST --
And for a very deserving woman, yet mysteriously unnoticed. Very interesting and engaging articles, lovely poetry yet has nearly no attention at all. That is one thing, but this is another. . . . more
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October 25, 2006 07:44 PM EDT --
This Poem was written in November of 1993
Political Correctness, A Modern-Day Koan
Right Up There With Military Intelligence.
What Can We Learn From This Mystical Conundrum?
How Can We Benefit . . . more
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November 02, 2006 09:47 AM EST --
Dark clouds obscuring
The face of the moon
Storm coming?
more
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July 20, 2007 05:47 PM EDT --
It was around 11:30pm last night and I could not sleep, I kept tossing and turning. I moved from one side of the bed to the other and I could not find a comfortable position to lie down . . . more
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September 28, 2006 01:01 PM EDT --
I just started a free daily subscription to Mediaweek's newsletter The Programming Insider, which gives detailed ratings for the previous night's shows. I don't know if any of you are interested . . . more
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April 13, 2007 01:19 PM EDT --
By Iris J.
When you feel there's nowhere to turn,
If your troubles in your heart do burn,
Lift your head and close your eyes,
Within your mind visualize,
The better times that's yet to be,
Open . . . more
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April 24, 2007 12:23 AM EDT --
Little world on my tongue
How white and pure you are
Innocence now turned cold
Withered, pruned and growing old
Days fade faster
Night pushes nearer
All is in slumber now
While I am still on . . . more
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March 30, 2008 10:09 AM EDT --
Under the bridge
we sit
and watch all those feet
go by
couples in matching clothes
of jeans and olive green sweatshirts
couples holding hands
so they dont fall
. . . more
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October 26, 2006 07:26 AM EDT --
Vacant Soul
I look into the mirror,
I feel vacant of a soul,
Is it me who stands in mimic,
Or a face I do not know,
My only sense of being here,
Is the beating of my heart,
That grounds my wayward soul, . . . more
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January 30, 2008 12:13 PM EST --
I watch you sleeping peacefully
and I snuggle close,
enjoying the relaxed little boy look
on a face that is
usually creased with worry.
Your breathing is easy
and I remember . . . more
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July 02, 2008 05:44 PM EDT --
My fiance' and are are at our wits end. His oldest son is making our lives a living nightmare. He's extremely intelligent; however, the choices he's making in life right now are . . . more
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September 21, 2006 07:45 PM EDT --
Troubled
For Jonesboro, and Montreal, and all those before and all those to come
A lonely flicker of candle light casts dancing shadows
On a face that sees no reason in looking out the windows . . . more
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October 23, 2006 05:36 PM EDT --
A leaf floating on the raging flood tide
Praying that he will not be overwhelmed
By the torremt
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October 03, 2006 01:05 PM EDT --
Reports on the recent Nickle Mines (PA) shooting are stating that the shooter (Charles Roberts) may have been suffering emotional instability from the loss of a child some three years previous and may . . . more
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October 27, 2006 01:55 PM EDT --
If, as so many believe, embryonic stem cell research holds out such promise as a cure for so many diseases etc. then why does the government have to pay for the research? In a country that makes so much . . . more
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February 14, 2008 11:37 AM EST --
Never doubt your purity
And surrender it
To the roughness
Of your childhood memories
Your purity was formed
At your birth
By your loving Mother
Your impurity
Was adulterated
Over time . . . more
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October 20, 2006 09:57 PM EDT --
My Demons Inside
Once I walked a long winding road,
No sense of direction,
I followed my soul,
I carried my burdens,
I cradled my hope,
On long chilling steps,
I fastened my coat,
I wavered on . . . more
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January 19, 2007 10:08 PM EST --
The World Outside
This world beyond his window,
Is a realm of the unknown,
Every footstep that he takes,
Feels a thousand mile from home,
Outside the world is moving,
Caught in the hectic pace,
He fastens . . . more
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