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Theresa

I am here for Friends

About Me


Your love is... by ChibiMarronchan
Your name is...
Your kiss is... mysterious
Your hugs are... to die for
Your eyes... sparkle like the stars
Your touch is... heart warming
Your smell is... amazing
Your smile is... entrancing
Your love is... everlasting

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It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy.I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
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registered nurse, mother, evil stepmother, friend, common sense deficient, compassionate, funny, serious, illogical, witty, curious, naive, sensitive, blunt, passionate, witty, insane, deep, shallow, curious, loyal, disturbed, nurturing
“If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...
Would you slow down?
Or speed up?

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

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“A friend is someone who understands your past, believes in your future, and accepts you just the way you are.”
denis leary, jack nicholson, dr phil,anthony hopkins,trent reznor, nicolas cage, criss angel aka mindfreak, robert deniro, santa claus, Jesus Christ, albert einstein, Khalil Gibran, betty page, marilyn monroe, mother teresa, people who make me laugh and smile,those who make me think a little deeper or differently, the ones who are cool,open, witty and smart
“One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody.”
Mother Teresa
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My Blog

Batter Up

I found you at the bottom of my ninth. As twisted as I,  and deeply scarred, you were thrown into my life. With blind abandon and crippling speed, we raced toward  home plate...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 11:53:00 GMT

golly gee whiz

sometimes i chain smoke and don't sleep my reflection cast from the refrigerator light searching empty shelves that are full to fill or spill my soul unwinds anxieties over my mourning wish to be...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 07:31:00 GMT

closed door

the inequity of my tears lie parched at your feet trampled upon by your memory my laughter now stands at your back knocking knocking knocking the doorbell rang and i was already gone the wind of your ...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 23:42:00 GMT

ladder of release

i catalog the journey toward your release with worry, sacrifice, time constraints, tears, smiles and fears. the  molting of  your wings leave barely a space between my breaths as i...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 17:59:00 GMT

mirror mirror

sometimes eyes with teeth may look at you dissecting your faults chew your way toward self reflection cast out the demons with gnashing teeth  bite back
Posted by on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:48:00 GMT

no pain is not living

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
Posted by on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 07:41:00 GMT

march of the lilacs

waiting for the lilacs to bloom i find myself knee deep in laundry and running late for work my perpetual calendar ticks as i exhale the cold realities of the march
Posted by on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 14:24:00 GMT

8 minutes in my day (as a nurse)

13's iv pump is beeping, the unit secretary calls out...as i pass by the station armed with 6 mg of dilaudidto push on a sickle celler in 66 who calls out every hour for the same and manages to greet ...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 14:26:00 GMT

random

used car salesman peddles lemon only to be burned by the juice unwritten letters received by occupant unrealized dreams lost in the catastrophic ramblings of the temporarily insane late...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 13:23:00 GMT

Curtain Call

The folds of my heart hide dreams, fears and tears. Secreted offsprings of my mind; creatively layered; tenaciously pruned. Plucked from my mind's thorny corners, your last hasty exit rewind...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 20:17:00 GMT