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Thursday, May 04, 2006. Locked away in these walls full of hate. Crying absurdly while the nurses pass by. Leaving the mystery up to the doctors. Closing my eyes brings me to a better place. Trusting the people i love to hate. Hating the gut wrenching feeling inside my body. Something is wrong with me. Needing the beeping to stop. And the sound of the new shift of nurses to go away. Crying only on the inside. While the pain is flowing on the outside.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006. A man kneels on the ground,. Cups his hands, looks to the sky,. Asks God to save his son,. From the deadly disease,. He trembles in panic as he waits,. For the answer to reach his ears,. To ease the ever growing fears,. A doctor grabs hold of his shoulder,. The man looks up into her face,. She says his child is gone now,. Up to a better place,. The man screams in blasphemy,.
Waterlilies floating above the surface. Gloves of the music conductor. The cleanest paper to write on. First color up is pink. Innocence of a baby girl. Cherry blossoms in full bloom. Petals of the dianthus alpinus. Fresh piece of bubble gum. Tutus upon the graceful ballerinas.
Enternal thoughts that continue to burn. At the end of the storm, I still be there standing . Sunday, April 23, 2006. Nothing but an empty page. Breathing in an open space. Even more that waits in time. Everything I need to know is on this road. I just want to be the best I can be.
Friday, April 21, 2006. WOW! A whole semester all gone by,. Let me see the finial grades,. The dates of those dreded finials. Why do they give those again? Why not just another test,. That would be the best. Do we really need to know,. I am running out of stuff to type. Its all coming to an end,. They say that its just another month or so. Could it be true? Just orange juice,.
Knowing you are growing near. I prepare my lips for a welcome kiss. To feel that oh so great feeling. The silence grows into fear. For the person behind the door. Is not my dear, John. Covering his face with a nylon. Pushes me down onto the bed. And takes my dignity away. He did not feel my pain. As he walked out the door. Never to be seen again. Today I stared into the eyes of.
Scribbling away in the hopes of writing a novel. Originally posted on writing living breathing. I was tagged by thewritinghufflepuff.
Abonne-toi à mon blog! Biographie de Fawzi Chaouchi. Fawzi Chaouchi est un joueur de football né le 5 décembre 1984 dans la Wilaya de Boumerdès en Algérie. Le 28 mars 2009, lors de la pr.
Friday, April 21, 2006. WOW! A whole semester all gone by,. Let me see the finial grades,. The dates of those dreded finials. Why do they give those again? Why not just another test,. That would be the best. Do we really need to know,. I am running out of stuff to type. Its all coming to an end,. They say that its just another month or so. Could it be true? Just orange juice,.
This year for our family vacation, we decided to stay fairly close to home. We went to La Toretta on Lake Conroe. It was a nice resort, but unfortunately it rained most of the time. The boys loved our little house and would go back in a heartbeat. With all the rain, there was a lot of time spent reading, playing games and coloring. I think their favorite part was the lazy river.