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Tuesday, 07 October 2008

  • R.I.P

    My boyfriend's dog, Bandit, had to be put to sleep yesterday.
    He had Bandit since he was five years old, so they basically grew up together.
    I came to love him after 2 1/2 years of Josh&I going out.
    He was a sweet, adorable dog. He looked like a furry seal. He was blind and partially deaf for quite some time but he always seemed to put a smile on Josh's face. He had an adorable nickname for him, "Dingy" pronounced dinnie pretty much.
    I know how it feels to lose a pet. I loved one of my aunt's dogs, Lincoln, and was there all throughout his life. A couple months before he had to be put to sleep, I didn't see him as much. Then when he was gone, you can't get that time back. I guess you take advantage of the time and you think they will always be around, but when you least expect it things happen and you can't change it.
    I do feel somewhat guilty because Josh was hanging out with me and he could have been spending time with Bandit instead.
    It's been over a year since Lincoln passed, and I still regret not spending more time with him.
    I'm going to help Josh get through this with every fiber of my being that's for sure.

    R.I.P. Bandit
    we'll miss you

    (Below-Josh and Bandit)
    (Right-me and Lincoln, hours before he was put down)

    fad (17)lincoln and me in the hallway

Friday, 03 October 2008

  • Poetry

    One of my hobbies include writing poetry, and it really has helped me through hard times. I feel some sort of release when I rant and vent about my feelings that almost overwhelm me. I'd like to share some.



    Stuck in Concrete
                                                                         
    It's pouring now                                           
    surrounding me                                           
    beginning to harden                                    
    don't want it to be                                      
    up to my waist                                            
    grabbing on tight                                        
    It doesn't seem to matter                           
    how hard I fight
    It holds it's grip
    and I'm there to stay
    alone in this pool
    of unmerciful grey.

    Description:
    I got inspiration writing this because lately, I feel like
    a part of me has been depressed due to not just one reason.
    I've been very pessimistic by feeling like I can
    never snap out of it. As much as I want to, it doesn't
    seem to sweat.
    Fortunately, I believe this poem has helped me and I am that
    much closer to feeling better.



    Keep me breathing

    Laying next to you at night
    gives me the feeling that                                     
    things are right                                                    
    The smile that comes when                                 
    you hold me tight                                                
    Lasts in my mind when                                         
    you are out of sight.  

    Stay around and keep me breathing
    When times are tough and when
    I'm seeing what
    Love is about
    Life can take any route
    Mine's to you.

    Description:
    This is actually the beginning of a song, and it's
    about my boyfriend, who I've been with for more
    than 2 1/2 years. He is one of the few people that
    keep me sane and who I can lean on no matter
    what. I plan on finishing this and singing it to him
    on our 3rd anniversary(Dec.16th!)



    Untitled

    Too drunk to remember you had a life
    Too drunk to realize you had a wife                                 
    Too drunk to remember you had 2 little girls                    
    Too drunk to realize you had the world                             
                                                                                               
    Too drunk to realize your world crashed down                
    Too drunk to remember you fell to the ground                
    Too drunk to hear the sirens all around                            
    Too drunk to realize you were to blame                           
    Too drunk to even remember your name.                         
                                                                                              
    Now you remember the life you left behind                     
    For those drinks that helped you unwind                           
    Now you realize it wasn't worth one drink                       
    To watch your life wash down the sink.                            
    From now on, think.                                                          

    Description:
    This poem is about my "father." He hasn't
    been in my life since I was a toddler, and
    the only way I know what he looks like is
    because of photographs. Supposedly, he
    was an alcoholic and the last straw for my
    mom was when he decided to drink&drive
    and crashed-which paralyzed him.
    Not having a main father figure in my life
    has always been a struggle, but I believe
    this poem has taken weight off my shoulders
    that has been there for a long time.
    I realize I have great people in my life and
    if I have children some day, I will be the best
    mother I can be, without thinking about my dad's
    mistakes.


    What is Love?

    Love is everything. Love is a time thief. Love is molasses.             
    Love is finding a pair of jeans that fit perfectly.                              
    Love is the rainbow after a thunderstorm.                                    
    Love is not peaches and cream all the time.                                
    Love is not casual. Love is not a house broken pet.                      
    Love is not one sided. Love is not ropes and chains.                     
    Love is not forced. Love is not a raunchy rap video
    and a one night stand. Love is not money and what
    kind of car someone drives.
    Love is not easy. Love is all emotions from excitement
    and happiness to doubts, anger and tears. Love can give
    you butterflies and shortness of breath. Love is worth all the
    hassle and not worth losing.

    Description:
    This was an assignment for one of
    my english classes, basically picking
    either love/hate or greed, and saying
    what it is and isn't and being creative
    with it. I really like it.

     

    I'll add more as time goes on. Hope you enjoy :)
    Leave comments if you'd like.

Sunday, 28 September 2008

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