Tag: writing
group name: survivorsforum
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March 05, 2008 10:49 PM EST --
Aged woven baskets
brim of petals yet unwritten
A history seasoned flawlessly still
in the offing amidst shadows sleeping
Tender winds of awareness puff lucidity
gently . . . more
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June 11, 2006 11:35 AM EDT --
I.
Dead is as dead does.
Your love for me is dead love.
I can see it in your eyes.
Once love lived for you
But . . . more
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April 29, 2006 02:12 PM EDT --
In March of 2003 my husband Bill started complaining of a stomach ache. Several doctors' visits yielded nothing. He was losing weight very quickly, was not going to the bathroom properly and the pain . . . more
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March 27, 2006 12:06 AM EST --
Today I sat three rows back ... and as I sang with all my heart the glorious hymns and songs
My eyes took in this little face that was so perfect in his mothers arms.... My thought . . . more
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September 11, 2006 09:23 AM EDT --
Toby Keith wrote this after 9/11. Even though it is a song, I believe one can read into what he is trying to say. I saw him in concert and when he sang this, I stood up proud and got the chills. Now . . . more
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August 17, 2006 02:06 PM EDT --
One of the best things about the Gather community is the willingness of people to share their computer knowledge. Monica and Digital Dogs have helped me learn how to insert links and pictures. . . . more
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April 01, 2006 03:25 AM EST --
You see him
Alone
Looking down on the sidewalk
Scuffing his feet
Pacing
Back and forth
He looks up
His cloudless eyes
Looking for a friendly face
. . . more
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May 14, 2006 01:08 AM EDT --
One of my favorite AA meetings met every Thursday evening in my church's library. One such Thursday evening, my first guide dog, Kanga, and I both got a little disoriented while we were trying . . . more
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July 02, 2006 11:11 PM EDT --
3 years
36 months
156 weeks
1095 days
26280 hours
1576800 minutes
94608000 seconds
since I heard your last
whisper-
voice-
laugh-
since I saw your last
smile-
frown-
tears- . . . more
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March 22, 2006 01:38 PM EST --
Young and Naive
BY Mandi Gordon
Jan. 2006
Our daughter Beth was born in the summer of 88, the year of the drought, 100 degree days, and relentless humidity. I am so young, so naïve. . . . more
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March 14, 2006 06:35 PM EST --
Memories
Feelings
Racing through my mind
What is real and what is not
Shhh
That noise
What was it
Did you hear it
My throat begins to constrict
I struggle to breathe
The shadows . . . more
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April 08, 2006 08:59 AM EDT --
*This poem was written when I was meditating with Spirit. I'm not sure if it means anything to anyone other than myself, but I thought I would submit it and see what you all think.
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August 14, 2006 02:14 PM EDT --
I already was a single mom to McKaylah, I was getting no help from her "father" Tim.. I do not like calling him her Dad, Father or any other name that might make someone think that he actually . . . more
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January 27, 2007 09:27 PM EST --
Sometimes there are days like this . . .
but I still hate them. I hate this personal pity party I'm having today. I've been trying to kick all of the negative thoughts out of my head, but . . . more
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May 26, 2006 04:42 PM EDT --
Getting back writing skills after a brain injury will only happen if you practice writing. This can be done with a simple spiral notebook, journal book or the online equivalent. You need to . . . more
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August 19, 2006 12:28 PM EDT --
I saw you last night. I was surprised how great you looked, since the last time I saw you. You were sheet white, gasping for air and had no idea who I was. It was later that night . . . more
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May 13, 2006 10:54 PM EDT --
Long ago and far away, when I was still a young lawyer in my late 20's, I decided to visit a friend from law school who was living in concord, New Hampshire. I flew from Washington, D.C., where . . . more
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December 10, 2006 07:34 PM EST --
My friends, I hope this is within the bounds of Gather rules..........I have spent the last day and a 1/2 working on my very first web page and I'd like to know what you think.
I have drawn . . . more
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September 15, 2006 06:29 PM EDT --
You tore my heart apart
You broke it in two
There was so much that I wanted,
wanted to share with you
You bashed my dreams in
left my soul for dead
It's all a game to you
but I'll come out ahead . . . more
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September 12, 2006 07:27 PM EDT --
When we met, I didn't notice it at first -- the bitterness that pervaded your soul. Slowly, as you drew me into your circle, I saw it -- I understood it as the anger of a man wronged by others. . . . more
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