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    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Stressed

    Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks. - Plutarch

    ...Created 2012-05-08 20:52:24

    dotsJournal: What poetry isdots
    Mood: The Usual

    Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.

    ...Created 2012-01-12 15:12:33

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    my eyes are weak. The paper becomes blurry, and the ink's a little smudged. So I turn to a notepad that is on my laptop screen. My words aren't right, and I can barely see. I picture a beach, I picture a picnic, and a dog running. I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming and no longer writing. How I wish to always be writting.

    ...Created 2011-12-27 03:28:25

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
    So won't you kill me?
    So I can just die happy -

    ...Created 2011-06-23 13:31:28

    dotsJournal: Abyss-ful-nessdots
    Mood: The Usual

    I don't know what to think, I don't know where I am, nor do I know what to do with myself anymore.
    I feel like I'm stuck deep in this hole, and I'm not tall enough to escape out of it.
    I've been so depressed for so long, i've just gotten used to it. I've learned to live with it, I've learned to not care.
    People ask what's wrong, and I simply shrug my shoulders say nothing and move on with it.
    I'm too afraid to show emotion, too afrshot down to the ground, if I show signs of weakness,
    that it will not endure any strength, it will only make me feel useless, and I will fall down in that hole again,
    and no one will be there to dig me out of it.
    So I simply smile through the pain, the fear, the heart-ache, and I walk through life without thinking about what else could go wrong.
    Sometimes I forget how hard life is, how hard it is to walk around with big secrets over your head. Sometimes I forget it hard it is
    feeling like you don't know where your life is going to lead you. In those moments of forgetting though , I'm okay. Life's okay.
    When I sit down and realize what hiding is doing to me really deep down I side, that is only when I start to fall deeper and deeper into shock,
    and deeper and deeper in that hole.
    People around me seem like just shadows, or blurry figures. I can't remember names nor faces. I can't remember times where I've felt happy, nor times I felt sad. The times I can remember, are vague, and
    I wish there was a way to change it but unfortuanely im living this way.
    :People say I'm dilusional, indeed I may be a little off some-days but I'm defintely not crazy, I've just been used to it. Used to living like this.
    When I've been through traumatic events in my life, that's how I survived it, blocking everything out, walking through life scared and alone.
    More and more times come up, whether good or bad I still block everything out, not wanting to feel anything. Not wanting to feel the pain, or the inner scars that he has left for me.
    Sometimes I wish someone could fill up that hole, that I've fallen so deep into, and then I wouldn't have to live with it.
    I wouldn't have to live with that pain, holding the secrets in, living life with fear of emotion. But. Sometimes though I've leaned to not care. Sometimes when I forget, I'm okay. Life's okay. But only sometimes

    ...Created 2011-04-25 00:06:51

    dotsJournal: Unseen Presencedots
    Mood: The Usual

    When life becomes hurried and choices are unclear,
    there is an unseen Presence who will surely get us there.
    We may not reach our destiny,at our chosen time
    but there is someone wiser whose help we’ll always find.
    He’ll give us hope to find our path,a light to guide the way.
    His Strength will pull us up the hill and help us see the day.
    He knows the road is rough,he’s been there long before.
    At Calvary he gave his life and opened up the door.

    ...Created 2011-03-11 02:32:44

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual

    As the fire changed colors,
    And the flames licked the skies,
    All that I thought of,
    Was you and your eyes.

    ...Created 2011-02-11 11:14:52

    dotsJournal: Laughed..dots
    Mood: The Usual

    Digging' through my closet the other day I saw an old album and flipped through the page, and thought about our love in the silliest little ways I saw your blue-ribbon dress and your pretty little face thinking bout all the memories that we had made and oh my dear, how we really were living it' seeing each other smile every day and not wasting a single minute Sitting, talking, joking and dancing till we said goodbye and telling stories where we laughed until we cried Those were the days where we knew how to have fun Those were the days where every single emotion rolled into one and oh my Oh dear how we were really living it' seeing each other smile & not wasting a single minute we took our chances with life, and I can remember right where it begun back underneath that summer sun Sitting, talking, joking and dancing till we said goodbye and telling stories where we laughed until we cried I know that we may not be together and the past can't be re-written but you really only get the life that you were given but it don't really matter because you were right there by my side & we laughed until we cried.

    ...Created 2011-02-07 03:24:09

    dotsJournal: The Truth dots
    Mood: Stressed outttt

    So everyone asks me why I only write about sadness.
    I guess my answer would be because in person, you see me as someone who is happy with her life, someone who is content, you don't actually look deep into my eyes, you don't look beneath the surface. You don't feel what I feel, see what I see. You don't know that every day is harder than the last. You don't know the real me.
    When I write, everything comes out, and It's my way of coping. I don't have that someone I can really trust and talk to, so what do I do, I write.
    Sadness is real, Sadness is what I feel.
    So that is I write about, doesn't make me over-emotional, it just shows you what my life really is about.

    ...Created 2010-11-24 12:34:48

    dotsJournal: =-]dots
    Mood: Crushinggg..

    Sometimes I wish I weren't the shy type, so I could tell you exactly how I feel about you. Sometimes I catch myself staring at you every now and then, and smiling. I know when I like someone, but I've never been so scared to say it before. Maybe it's because I know how this "liking" thing always turns out for me. But inside I know, I'd die just to see you smile, and when I am around you there the best 10 minutes of my life. Maybe I'm crazy, for thinking that,
    but if you weren't there, I would miss that "Just hug me,hold me" feeling I get when I'm around you. I'd miss every moment of it, every moment there with you.

    ...Created 2010-11-11 12:21:41

    Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3
    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.

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