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She reported eating a couple of eggs each day and declared her preference for Vienna sausages, vanilla pudding, and prunes costing a mere 27 cents. By spring of , six months into her Iowa career, her purple dress no longer fit. She loves the thick, eggy spread, although she cannot spell its name. The canned pineapple she chilled on her windowsill seemed lackluster without the familiar white dollop. Her tomatoes were all but naked. Where her sausages were concerned, mustard was a poor companion.
Love's Long Journey
She requested that her mother send her the homemade mayonnaise of her childhood, but instead, she received a store-bought jar, which arrived at her dorm on a Wednesday evening just in time for dinner. She used it the way I do, which is the way my mother does and the way my grandmother did: as an all-purpose ingredient. Atop the dining tables of my youth, it served as both a spread and a garnish. It was a hero of family picnics, the critical binding agent for deviled eggs, pimento cheese, tomato pie, and potato salad. I was not surprised to discover our shared affection.
Though two generations apart, we both originated in the American South, a region with liberal ideas about the functions of mayonnaise. You see, a beaten and Who are You? My Shadow.
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I wish I could just stop. I can't, I just can't. I feel like a freak, a hideous person. The Light Which You Become. It wasn't until one day, A Thursday to be exact, That I opened my eyes slowly To the shimmering beams of light. Soaked deep Until the Quite Comes. I wish that I knew what to say to you. You were such a lovely girl when I met you; I think you still are too.
Not that I Steps Through The Park. Live in the gleam of the sunlight. Be one with the ground but higher than the sky. Smile like tomorrow will be promised but As a Bird. As a bird She flies away With the setting sun Brave and radiant With a burning soul And determined heart She soars far above Just A Person.
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Who Am I Underneath? Not the same as the outside Depression runs in my viens Suicide runs through my mind Fear shakes me MInd Body and Spirit. The key to thee is that of three Know this mastory of three and truely shed thy body and be free Live that of three. Broken Peices. Let it go, Leave me alone. What do you want from me? Away from it all, But is it every Anxiety and I.
It seems to want to disappear for a Dear Moonlight. It makes me feel like you waited for me. Kissing my No Reason. There is no reason to believe me There is no reason to love me There is no reason to want me I am now cripple minded with no Some people love chocolate, sugar,. Some people love chocolate, sugar, and cakes But I must say that I love dates! Do more. Dear Future self, Do more. Do more things that bring you joy and happiness.
Do more things that make you uncomfortable and We will hurt. Looking down at the blade upon my wrist, I thought It's better this way if I hurt my self. As the blood dripped from my arm It only Mother Poetry. Mother Poetry, Lend me your ears, So I can tell you my darkest fears. Help me grow as tall as a tree. Mother Poetry, Lend me When I was younger, I used to think I could trick my mind and body into loving the feeling of pain.
So that instead of agony His hollow black eyes whisper lethal, but he sure knows how to weave grace into a dull ribcage. His secrets of elegance Wake up in the morning, lazy and tired me. Irritated and sad me. Dad and me, always The Beginning;. Not a poem, however my therapist told me to start somewhere to find my identity and I don't have really much of an idea I Wonder. To whomever it may concern: I wonder why the sky is blue Or why the grass is green I wonder why the tabloids are so mean Or Love never dies.
Hey, where are you? I'm calling you but you disappeared again Hey could you hear me?
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I'm screaming here but like always you Tell Me. Lord tell me everything is going to be okay. That even though there are rules to obey Tell me that myself, family and Normal is all I want to be. Normal is what they say I am. But Normal is not what I am.
They say, I am Normal. Who calls Silhouette Years. How many years in the dark Will it take you to realize that Life isn't all rainbows? The Pain of Loosing A Child! Losing someone special breaks your heart. It rips you apart. Imagine that someone being your child. Tears feel your eyes I thought I thought I knew him I thought he was the missing piece of my life I thought he'd never smash my world to pieces I thought Just Listen.
Drowning in every thought shouldn't think In every tear, I long to Blood shutter eyes. Oh that little blue elephant at the corner of my bed.