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Whoa®

I am here for Friends

About Me

i'm not so much the woman i once was; she lies under layers and layers of not me. i think it's time to debride...

i'm tired of man-made borders, rules and regulations, fences, walls, and bolted doors, limits to imagination.from this day on i'll recognize only boundaries God has set: rivers, lakes, and mountains that i haven't traversed yet.and when he leads me over them to any new horizon, i'll know, because those lands are his, that also, they are mine.
~Ijai~

My Interests

I'd like to meet:



Music:

ANYTHING...

Books:

way....tooo many...as of now FUNDAMENTALS OF NURSING by Potter & Perry

Heroes:

God

My Blog

it would of...

..........to be continued.....
Posted by Whoa® on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 08:12:00 PST

Hollow

&..(just a repartee poem) Im not actuall hallow, but Im surprised im still able to write to this degree...so woho for me!....Enjoy! if i had eyes i might look into this hole in my chest and be able to...
Posted by Whoa® on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 01:40:00 PST

The Hard way

Jaywalking pigeon crossing a busy streetWhen it could have easily flown.Missed, by a feather, twice being hit;He and I have much in common...
Posted by Whoa® on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 07:08:00 PST

You cant..

You can't slide me into your walletbetween a business card for some lawyer and a drycleaner's ticket......I'll fallout.You can't rattle me with spare changein your pocket as you walk down the street.....
Posted by Whoa® on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 03:23:00 PST

Before its too late.

Its been a rough journey....I feel like sometimes I went thru it blind the whole time, but God provailed he stepped in because he was tired of my ignorance....God loves me alot....he just wanted me to...
Posted by Whoa® on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 11:52:00 PST

whispers

Someone suggested I write about how I want to feel....but when I write all I do is remember....     All I get is whispers from the past,These faint images and sounds flash for a moment and t...
Posted by Whoa® on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 09:16:00 PST

putting you in this poem.

I'm putting you in this poem so I'll always know where you are right where I left you right with everything I love. I never want to wake up in the middle of the night breathless and blinking wondering...
Posted by Whoa® on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 08:21:00 PST

The flu....(sick lil whoa)

A flu doesn't ask questions,It doesn't check to see if it's a good time,A flu walks in the door, kicks off its shoes, and takes a seat,Whether you like it or not, a flu grabs the remote and takes over...
Posted by Whoa® on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 06:13:00 PST

murder.

i stare at my blood stained hands,at the spatter on the walls.think about responsibility,think about my fall.murderer of innocence,murderer of regard.destroyer of all along the paths that lead to him....
Posted by Whoa® on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 06:13:00 PST

effort

my clothes are wrinkledas i walk out the door,not that i've slept in them, i haven't slept at all.not that i don't care,i just couldn't care less. uncombed, unkempt,appearances don't much matter with...
Posted by Whoa® on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 07:15:00 PST