LOL! Yeah, that's a mom for ya! Still think she's pretty proud of you!

Thank you Mirror and MsTeddy, kindness is a drug for me!

Thank you for sharing this, brought tears to my eyes. As a struggling single mother myself, I think you ought to know that she MUST be smiling down on you every single day!

Keep on being positive...keep on looking beyond what is in front of you, if what is in front of you, is ugly...and you will get there!

It's liberating to write this way...taking a deep breath...and exhaling, breaking down all the walls we've created from fear of rejection...I liked this one! Positive, hopeful, decisive...you know what you want...you put it out there...that person now needs to find you!

Thank you for reading...I am grateful for your thoughts and your comments!

Something's been missing from my life for a long while now...I believe it's been a need for intense, focused expression. I've been most happy lately...being a part of this community.

...and reading what people write here...I feel most at home...and grounded...thank you!

Hear them in the hall, can’t make out their words...
Someone’s sobbing, muffled sighing...
Where am I? Sleeping? No...I think...maybe?
I’m thinking anyway...in the dark...
My feet are cold...damn cold feet...
I’m awake, fatigued...sleepy, dreamy...lucid mind a-wander?
My heart beats...my body paralyzed...thank heavens...I am alive...
I’ll just wait here, buried alive, in my fractured skull...
Healing...and hoping they don’t treat me as if I’m not...there...

...truly torn between real life and the life promised us by TV...good writing! And I agree, thoroughly wretching!

...we all need to keep our eyes open...just in case! Good job!

...you've described my shelves...beautifully expressed...thank you!

Music and romance go hand in hand...each amplifying the other...great work

...so very true...honestly...

Simple...says so much...

Beautiful, and tenderly stated...

The fog sets in...I step out onto the patio to immerse in it, naked.

White, dark, glimmering blanket draping over me, warm yet cold...shivering, trembling.

I breathe deep and slow, sucking in the damp morning clouded-over air, whetting my tensed lungs...and lips.

Bathing...as intended by goddesses that be...

Eyes close halfway, as dew begins to collect on my lashes as on petals cloaked in the night...

I am most alive...at this moment, my skin…awake.

My soul...departs...to out-of-body places.

While my body remains...in static, electrified...state...and waits.

Haven't seen any mention of THE ENGLISH PATIENT...oh my goodness, heart-wrenching...lovely...killer! Haven't seen it yet?!
A MUST see for die-hard romantics...

INUYASHA

Welcome to the community...



And I couldn't have said it better myself...

...every last word!

Do love GH! Favorite episodes are when they caught an image in a Lighthouse looking down at them and when the table upturned on Grant at the Stanley Hotel in CO. I enjoy that both Paranormal State and GH experiment with new methods and tools to capture evidence...and then share it with us.

I muster courage to just enter the room...
...too lonely...too alone...to not go in...
Why do I do this? Precisely what I know
Will be exhaustive and draining...
And as inevitable as the sun sets and rises again...
My skin begins to crawl at voices as I pass...
...their very inflections washing over every pore...
...taking hold and taking hostage...overriding my free associations...
I succumb to whirlwinds of thought energy around me...
...swirling embattled angels and demons.
My heart leaps and bounds...desperate to escape the cage of my chest...
...my breath stills and then stops...
Avoid the eyes...glances which invade me and see more than they should...
I am bare-naked, exposed...there is no salvation but to find that corner of the room...
Where I am safeguarded by the steadfastness of the wall. Concrete and tangible.
No longer alone...and preservation complete.