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Name: Laura
Country: United States
State: Colorado
Metro: Boulder
Birthday: 6/25/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: I am interested in my life's journey and living it to the end and the whole time following my masters plan, and i am also interested in how your journey is going and what you are doing to travel it, i am very interested in all the different things people believe in and want to learn from you and share with you. My other interest include but are not limited to: going on adventures in search for the aquabats but sometimes it gets rough because i can't swim. my sister draws my sad poems and i cry.
Expertise: worship
crying
laughing
and becuase i am a human i share the same expertise as you:
love
pain
confusion
depression
joy
hope
and sleep!
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  lrkybrkhdt
MSN: thwtd_88@hotmail.com
Member Since:
11/8/2005
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| That night, the mother could not get the rest she so dearly needed because the tears would not seize and the worry not leave. She was in need. What made matters worst was that he olderst son was out watching fear before the march of flames. She said it was a horried name. And a and that she described "burned the soul with more power than hell." So she sat, wishing she could just be, and not feel. | | |
| A single mother of four making her way home in the rainy starless night after a long day at work
A young married couple sit alone watching the rain fall creating streaks down their stained-glass bay window
Tired and blinded by the rain the single mother trips on a crack. her only clean dress in completely soiled
Tired and restless from boredom the young couple share in a shallow kiss. their love is no deeper than the puddles formed by the rain
Finally the mother enters her home, after fumbling with her keys in the dark. her children run and greet her.. nearly knocking her off her feet.
Finally, after more time spent in hollow silence, the two make their way to bed. they must sleep now for tomorrow they will have to survive the difficulties of a purposeless day
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| another month has passed since i last posted. all i have to say today is:
art is love is God
is false
i say
art is love is God who is the artiest and created art for his glory and our pleasure, not for the arts glory and not so we would worship it
God is love is the artiest of all great and beautiful things, nature and humans, and everything in-between. | | |
| wow time flies, i have not written in over a month. well, this past month has brought with it winter... which is a hard season, the weather is cold, everything seems kind of gloomy and life dies, but also this month the world celebrated the birth of jesus which is also sometimes a hard thing... dealing with all the superficialness of it all, and the loneliness that many of us experience. but i love that it is a joyous time and a time of life and birth that is celebrated in dead of winter. i gives me hope... for spring, for life. this month the year ended... and a new one began. i pray that this new year will bring a new hope and a new song will raise out of all our hearts... a song of love, a song of hope, and a song of praise for Him above who gives life to all. i hope to write sooner than i did last time
until then
peace- a cliché that i use frequently and that drives me crazy. | | |
| My Insecurities
My insecurities defined me
inspire me
to desire more from me
without them
there would be nothing to me.
My insecurities will tell you
more then words could ever explain to you
that I am a shallow girl compared to you
pictures couldn’t show you
or a song played for you
reveal the true me to you.
My insecurities are just one big sea
that I’m swimming in yet drowning in
living in yet dying in
they are me and I them
we live in perfect harmony.
My insecurities include
but are not limited to
the following:
Reading my poetry
or simply speaking at all for that matter
for whenever I open my my mouth to speak
i am afraid
I’m going to squeak
For sometimes my words
don’t flow as they should
and then my message
won’t bet heard
because I stumbled over
that God damn phrase
and can’t get over the fact
that it will be ok
for all my rhymes seemed force
and they lack the voice
for I can’t pronounce words with “R” in them
and this is hard
often writing about pirate friends.
apparently I’m a foreigner
born into a world
of perfect speech and articulation
but because english was my second language
it is ok
my mistakes can simply be fixed with a minority bandage.
I am different
and this scares me
so I pretend to live a
pleasant life with dignity
but the real cry of my heart
is to be free from all insecurities. | | |
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