Tag: love
group name: theopenjournal
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September 05, 2008 07:30 AM EDT --
I have lived without you for 470 days. Exactly. The first few dozens I counted them individually. Then I started to fear I'd get depressed. Depression came, of course, later on. It came mostly because . . . more
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March 04, 2007 04:08 PM EST --
We had an incedent emerge this week in which we learned, accidentally, that our neighbors were part of a group of swinging couples and had their pictures plastered all over the internet. I had a variety . . . more
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October 28, 2006 04:06 AM EDT --
Inner Beauty
How is it that
you have remained
beautiful
all these years
Through sadness
and ugliness
you are still the
beautiful you
You could have
become ugly
embittered
by the world
Life tries to . . . more
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October 16, 2007 03:56 PM EDT --
I have to honor you somehow. So here it is...your Tribute.
When I first saw you up there above the trash cans sunning yourself on the 2 x 4 off the roof--your little black paws . . . more
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January 30, 2008 05:01 PM EST --
I have very clear memories of the day I fell in love with the woman who has been my wife for over 40 years. It wasn't love at first sight but---well, sit down and I'll tell you . . . more
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March 28, 2007 06:36 PM EDT --
This is a plea for change. The change I ask for seems so simple, but it has eluded us for almost a decade now. I ask for this because I’ve reached the end of . . . more
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February 22, 2007 04:37 PM EST --
I love men with dreadlocks, and cowboys. The more bowlegged, and the tighter the jeans, the better!!
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October 26, 2006 06:29 AM EDT --
Hello Cole,
Do I speak in tongues?
Do I feel calloused?
Do your eyes see beyond me?
Do you know of love?
You squirm, I adjust
You belch, I excuse myself
You whimper, I smile
. . . more
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March 23, 2007 02:26 PM EDT --
1. I love creating something and having it turn out beautiful.
2. I love expressing my opinions on things, putting them on the web, and knowing others will read them and know how important they were to . . . more
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August 22, 2007 08:42 PM EDT --
"Lay still! Don't move! the voice echoing up through the gully sent chills down my spine....
It was a typical hot summer day and myself and my two young children had been outside talking . . . more
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February 29, 2008 05:39 AM EST --
She was supposed to be born June 26, 2006.
God and Zayira'h had other plans.
She was born on May 15, 2006 instead.
She was 4 pounds 2 ounces.
The doctor said she had . . . more
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September 07, 2008 01:59 PM EDT --
September 6, 2008, roughly around 7:30 p.m. in Madison, WI
Long medium brown straight hair hung to the waistline of her red suede jacket. Motionless, she stood, hands at her waist, fingers hidden . . . more
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January 19, 2007 12:46 PM EST --
I knew the moment my youngest son got off the bus that he was on a mission. As a Mother you can just read the look in your childs face. So I thought it odd that the moment he walked in wanting . . . more
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March 07, 2008 01:08 AM EST --
he stepped forward
through dusty shadows
and reached inside her
he laid his hands around
her core
holding firmly
a curative honesty,
he . . . more
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May 09, 2007 06:51 AM EDT --
De Ja Vu
I knew you well a long time ago.
In another place,
at another time;
a friendship of the soul
A bond forged
for reasons
Neither of us know,
Just a feeling
that we . . . more
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September 19, 2006 04:04 PM EDT --
My stomach digests itself in shame
My back longs for your calloused hands
My heart beats in tempered spurts
My mind's synapses have gone awry
The damage has been done
I've scars on soul and wrists . . . more
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October 12, 2006 10:41 AM EDT --
My knight in rusted armor
Drops his crimson shield
Sheds metallic chains
Places the sword in it's sheath
Scarred from his battle on the front lines,
Reveals his flawless imperfections
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November 01, 2006 10:11 AM EST --
Dry electric winds swept through her skin. She shivered from the heat. Trailing behind the fairy and the knight, she knew she'd never keep up. The warrior pierced her with his sword, the sprite . . . more
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February 18, 2008 11:13 AM EST --
Winter Sonnet
So when the swirling snow begins to fall
outside where frigid dreams begin to dance
their tarantellas to the gods of chance,
these wintry symbols list to bear their all
upon . . . more
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May 19, 2008 07:11 AM EDT --
Everyday at 10 o'clock, coffee and donuts are served in the Big Room at Newfield House, the facility where both my Uncle Charlie and my Mom are residents. Uncle Charlie has been at Newfield for . . . more
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