The Angry Republican’s Neighborhood

I'm thankful President Obama's ideals are being exposed for the damaging policies they entail.

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To fall in love
And have it last
Is the sweetest thing
To have to pass
Yet at this time
My love is bound
Sealed away
To protect this shell
Of sanity so thin and fine
One crack and it's likely
To fall into a million pieces
Like shards of the shattered window
Glimpsing into my soul
Wanting that love
But wary of the struggle
Been fighting so long
Not sure I can still
Put up a good front.
So while I mend
What is left
Of this twisted mess
At arms reach I'll remain.

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out of time.
When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun
and the first tree struggled up from the forest floor
I had always loved you more.
You freed your braids...
gave your hair to the breeze.
It hummed like a hive of honey bees.
I reached in the mass for the sweet honey comb there....
Mmmm...God how I love your hair.
You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance.
Lost, injured, hurt by chance.
I screamed to the heavens....loudly screamed....
Trying to change our nightmares to dreams...
The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out
in and out
in and out
of time.

Every time I see Madea's Family Reunion...and it comes to the wedding scene...I fall in love all over again...I love this poem...most of all I love Maya's voice.

To fall in love and have it last is the sweetest thing to have to pass...yet at this time my love is bound. Sealed away to protect the shell of sanity so thin and fine. One crack and it's likely to fall to pieces. ...

"may my heart always be open to littlebirds who are the secrets of living whatever they sing is better than to knowand if men should not hear them men are oldmay my mind stroll about hungryand fearless and thirsty and suppleand even if it's sunday may i be wrongfor whenever men are right they are not youngand may myself do nothing usefullyand love yourself so more than trulythere's never been quite such a fool who could failpulling all the sky over him with one smile "--e e cummings, may my heart always be open to little

How old do you think children should be before they join social networks like Facebook and MySpace?

 

At least sixteen...with parental supervision...i mean like the parent make sure that they have parental controls put up not just on the computer...and make sure you child's page is private...she/he doesn't add anyone they don't know...

I finally have been able to go to a meeting. I didn't want to go. I wanted to quit recovery. I didn't want to relapse, I just didn't want to deal with people anymore. I'm so glad I went though. It was what I needed. Even though my depression isn't totally lifted, I got a new perspective on things. At least I don't feel like dieing anymore. My kid got picked up yesterday (a day early, I might add) so she could visit and go to her uncle's wedding. I miss her terribly but my friends and everyone say I should enjoy this free time. I know I should and I'm going to try. Even with my depression, I'm going to try a little of a positive outlook. If I don't I'm surely going to do something stupid like relapse and I really don't want to do that. It's gloomy and cold outside and usually I would be gloomy and cold right along with the day but i don't know. I don't really have much else to say, so I guess I'll stop.

Which do you prefer? City life or country living?

That's a hard decision. I like living in both...there are pros and cons of living and in the country and in the city

The title speaks for itself. I'm done caring. Why should I when the people I've been there for from the beginning are conviently not there when I'm sitting here wanting to die. Why allow myself to feel anything at all. I don't want to get high. If I do that, I'll lose my daughter. But I'm so tired of feeling emotions. I just want to go back to the days where I didn't feel anything. So I'm just going to do what I do when I clear my head and constantly think about feeling numb. Eventually all the emotions will go away and I won't care that someone has broken my heart or my best friend isn't talking to me and I don't know why. I won't care that people are calling who need me. I won't care that they are crying. I'm tired of trying, I'm tired of doing. I'm tired of being. I just want it all to be okay and it's not. Fuck this shit...I'm done.

If you were going to write a book, what would you write about?

I'd probably put all my poetry into a book, or write a book about my life...i'd have to really sit down for that one. Maybe a fictional story about an addict's journey through her/his beginning, active addiction to getting clean. Those are the types of things I'd chose to write a book about. I can only write about things I know.