DO SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE |
Rice is the main food for half the people in the world.That's approximately 3 billion people, kids.http://www.freerice.com/Feed some starving stomachs.This site makes it beyond easy.For every vocabula...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Jul 2009 14:37:00 GMT |
Melody Gardots thoughts on DISABILITY. |
Before or after reading this excerpt, visit Melody's myspace and take a listen and look around. http://www. myspace. com/melody--THOUGHTS ON DISABILITY-- I'm not usually very good at explaining myself...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 18:05:00 GMT |
birds of flight |
The day has broken with fire in the skyit's another miracle unnoticedare you happy, please tell me how you've beenI'm the bird on your shoulderdrink deeply of this life, we're just weightless birds of...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 22:55:00 GMT |
concerning Reflex Neurovascular Dystrophy.... |
For those of you who are closest to me, hopefully this will even further your understanding of my diagnosis. For those of you who do not know me at all... maybe this will enforce the whole "you learn ...
Posted by on Wed, 14 May 2008 21:43:00 GMT |
the little girl, lady and I. |
May I live a fairytale just for today?Skip in the rain along a candy- laden lane.Where dreams are seen as little girls see themnothing is impossible just a day in the sun.Where the sun is a lemon drop...
Posted by on Sat, 10 May 2008 11:43:00 GMT |
another sleepless creation |
dull suitors parade
inside her worldy womb.
this yoko won't ever find her lennon..
or so she'll aimlessly assume.
chance, grant her an artisan
not of pretentious status
satisfy her grunge...
Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 00:55:00 GMT |
pitied man |
pitied man.
Pitied man.I held you onceIn such a high regardAnd waited on a fathers pride,A single guiding word.But manic fitsAnd angry shoutsFilled places meant for warmth,Slowly killing all respectA...
Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 00:53:00 GMT |
caring is daring, and darling I’m a rebel. |
dust off your emotional mantlethere's fire enough inside of us bothto scortch what debris may fall.don't hesitate.life's a race. we all just live at our own pace.you live while I medicate.
Posted by on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 18:51:00 GMT |
number 2. |
simply a faded reflection ... a reincarnationof what has been and will be.picking at scabs from the pastwon't catylize what could bein a positive way...carry oncarry on, they say.strangers, step...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 22:07:00 GMT |
no need to read, indeed. |
Tell me these hollow walls arn't closing inand times growing short to deal with whats withinit's been a while since I've opened up so eloquentlyyou might just see what no other one's seen in me.------...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 21:14:00 GMT |
