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Whoever you are, if you are reading this,
I want you to know that you are special.
You are unique and beautiful. You are loved.
There are people who care about you. I do.
Smile, life is amazing - and so are you!


"I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiled even when her heart was broken, and the one who could always brighten up a day even if she couldn't brighten her own." (author unknown)


www.operationbeautiful.com


"Singing is breathing. Writing is being. Acting is creating. Art is life."
(Josi R.)


In my non-poetic life, I am a theater girl. I am a proud member of the German theater group "Das Mondscheintheater" (literally, "The Moonlighttheater"). We have a blog; unfortunately it's in German, but it would be great of you to have a look at it. There are also pictures and a video of our first performance of our play "Boîte de Nuit - Szenen an den Ufern der Nacht" ("Boîte de Nuit - Scenes at the Night's Shore"). This is the link: http://mondscheintheater.blogspot.com/
If you have questions, feel free to send me a message or write in my guestbook.


Don't live life waiting for the storm to pass -- learn to dance in the rain.


Haleluya! Pelo tsa rona, di thabile kaofela. Haleluya! Pelo tsa rona, di thabile kaofela.
Ke Morena Jeso, ya re dumeletseng, ya re dumeletseng, Ho tsamaisa evangedi.

Hallelujah, we sing Your praises, all our hearts are filled with gladness. Hallelujah, we sing Your praises, all our hearts are filled with gladness.
Christ the Lord to us said: I am wine, I am bread, I am wine, I am bread, give to all who thirst and hunger.


If God doesn't exist, then why do I know He guides me every day?


The BRIGHT side of life


LOVE IS LIKE A WATERFALL...

...you just need to let it take its flow.
I am thankful for every moment I am alive.
I know how it feels to think differently. But think of all the people you know who love you. You know there are many.
We all think of our mistakes, but we should think of the things we do right.
Often it is not easy to love oneself for who one is. But don't hate yourself for what you are! If you can't love your habits, love yourself for what you are not -- and you'll learn to see your beauties.
Try a start and make someone smile.
Try a start and accept someone - as they are. Don't try to change them. Because it destroys. Your friendship. Your heart. The other one's soul.
Life is too short to be lived with regret. We should capture every sacred moment. Just take your time, don't rush through life.
It is long enough to reach what we really want, no matter how long it actually will be.
Because life is an endless ocean, and the people we know build us a boat. We are the captain, but we can never get to the next island safe and sound without the people we LOVE.
We should be glad to be different.
A patchwork of all different patterns can be warmer than every beautiful silk.
This is for the people I love and adore, you know who you are.
Thank you so much!

© Josi R.
Summer 2009
DO NOT COPY WITHOUT PERMISSION
http://allpoetry.com/poem/5812769


You know you are in love when reality is finally better than your dreams...


You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one...


~~~AP Poems/Poets I am focused on and that/who are definitely worth reading!~~~


Strawberry Mist

waterfalls full of love's sweet nectar
wash over every sad memory
as he rides away on the back of delusion
praying to any God that will listen

hoping for just one more chance
he exhaled strawberry mist
into the diamond lit sky
and disappeared into the night...

written by Kendal Palmer, my favorite AP poet
This is one of the most beautiful poems I have ever read.
Thanks for this work, El Sabio!
I would appreciate you commenting on the original poem, here's the link: http://allpoetry.com/poem/5523503


Slow...but moving


Maybe you want to check out the following works:
- The Sophistocate by Thomas beechey http://allpoetry.com/poem/5808861
- peace by LittleAnn http://allpoetry.com/poem/5749455
- The Voyage by Cupcrazy http://allpoetry.com/poem/1852738
- Within My Soul by Kendal Palmer http://allpoetry.com/poem/5579361
- beyond the sea by Pheonix http://allpoetry.com/poem/5911669
- Gloveless hands by Phoenix http://allpoetry.com/poem/865128


Lord knows I know where I've been...


Read those author pages, you will be impressed:
- Kendal Palmer http://allpoetry.com/Kendal%20Palmer
- tawk http://allpoetry.com/tawk
- Barbara http://allpoetry.com/Barbara
- Winter Rainstorms http://allpoetry.com/Winter%20Rainstorms
- Anna Kay http://allpoetry.com/Anna%20Kay


And music saved my soul...


The DARK side of life


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.....), ---.(_(__) /.....[[WHEN THE RICH WAGE WAR]]
....// (..) ), ----"........[[IT'S THE POOR]]
...//___//......................[[W HO DIE]]
..//___//

(Thanks Justin D. Elliott for letting me use this one!)


Never say you're not a serious
cutter. Cutting (and any other form of self-harm) is always serious. http://www.twloha.com
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-----///\\\--------Please
----///--\\\-----Put This
---|||---|||----On Your
---|||---|||-----page If
---|||---|||---You Know
----\\\--///-----Someone
-----\\///------Who Died
-----///\------------Of
----///\\\--------Cancer

(found on the page of tawk, I am with you, dear and thinking of all the others who have lost their friend, mothers, siblings, fathers etc I know what you feel)


I asked the wind to return, but it didn't; and when it did, it was a storm and it blew you away. (© Josi R.)


Abortion is Wrong!!
Month One
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
Month Two
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.
Month Three
You know what Mommy, I'm a girl !! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.
Month Four
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.
Month Five
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?
Month Six
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy!! HELP me!! No .
. .
Month Seven
Mommy, I'm not okay. I'm dead, how could you be so mean? Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak
Take this and if you have a heart, place this on your page.


*** "We live our life in patterns, moving from one tragedy to the next." - Leo Alexander (AP poet Winter Rainstorms) ***


MISTY

My name is Misty
I'm only three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,

I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have
Made my daddy so mad?

I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.

When I awake
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse,
My name he calls,
I press myself
Against the wall.

I try and hide
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping,
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.

He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream,
But its much too late.
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain
Again and again.
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Misty
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.

by Misty Nicole Ramsey (1996)

~if you are against child abuse post this up on your profile~


Every rainstorm is just another cloud that dies. (Josi R.)


A boy wanted to visit his girlfriend.
He found her door open and so he went in. There was silence... he was worried.
After minutes of searching, he finally found her in the back of the flat in a dark corner.
She sat there, tears all over her face.
"I can't take all that any more..." she whispered.
He tried to hug her, but she pushed him away. "Please, no, it hurts too much to see you. I don't want to leave you, but I have to."
And then she lifted her head. And she looked at him with the saddest eyes he'd ever seen.
"You love me, right?" she said.
"I do," he replied.
"And you said you'd kill for me, right?"
"I certainly did say that."
For a moment there was silence again...
Until the girl said, "Then do me a favor and kill me."

© Josi R.
2010
DON'T COPY WITHOUT PERMISSION


If you don't understand my silence, you'll never understand my words.


RIP -- Loved in eternity -- Utterly missed

Lilly, you are always in my heart! 2000

Max + Maxi I, II, III - I will never forget you! between 2002 and 2008

Moni, you were a star! 2009

Garfield... why? 2009

Pan, I cannot believe you are gone... 2009

Napoleon, where are you? *missed* since 2009

Cassy... you were brave until the end. I love and miss you. 2011

This is for all the ones that got lost along the way. He sings about his father, but it reminds me of the good friends who left too early - and yet it is the melancholy of hope that reminds of all the great moments spent together:
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x5p4o_luther-vandross-dance-with-my-fathe_music

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♥     If you miss someone who's in heaven, put this on yourpage     ♥  
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Don't label me


The THOUGHTFUL side of life


> Win as if you were used to it, lose as if you liked it for a change. (Ralph Waldo Emerson)


A girl and guy were speeding, on a motorcycle, over 90 mph on the road..
Girl: Slow down. I’m scared.
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
*Girl hugs him*
Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? It’s bugging me.
(In the paper the next day)
A motorcycle crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived.
The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.
If you would ever do this for someone....then post this on your page


This life is anything but certain. And when they close the final curtain, you get a glimpse of the truth...


Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

Hurry I'm fallin'

(© Nickelback: "Savin' Me")


What if I don't want to know my fate? - Your fate knows you, and you will meet...


Why should individuals obey other individuals?
What are the benefits of individual liberty, and what harm does that liberty do society as a whole?
Why is honesty necessary?
What is a neighborhood?
What is a friend?
Who am I?
(© John Seabrook)


I love when it gets dark - I can disappear without a trace. (© U. Jorgel)


FUR COATS ARE WORN BY BEAUTIFUL ANIMALS AND UGLY PEOPLE

WE DON'T KNOW WHY THIS WORLD WAS MADE BUT IT WASN'T MADE TO DIE

WEAPONS DON'T KILL HUMANS. HUMANS KILL HUMANS.

HEAL THE WORLD, MAKE IT A BETTER PLACE

LIFE IS A JOURNEY, NOT A DESTINATION


Cherish, dream, live...


Something IN BETWEEN


♥ I smile because you are my life; and I laugh because you can't do anything to change that.


MY PLEA

We have come here today to speak about some essential problems of this slavery which we call human race.
We are slaves in a world that we create for ourselves. We allow greed and power to enslave us and we smile, digging our own grave.
Where money is more important than virtues and where fame and recognition are more important than other humans, probably even human lives, there will never be justice.
We start wars; wars that can never be won. Wars that will always be lost - by everybody. But when we're looking straight forward, always, we will never see the damage that will be right behind us.
The problem is not only society as a whole. We as individuals are part of it. The way we feel superior is terrible. Every single one of us has considered themselves smarter or prettier or better than someone else at least once in their lifetime. But who, I ask you, gives us the right to do so? Don't we understand it does not make any sense to replace tolerance with ignorance?
History proves it. The tragodies of the human race draw a clear picture of its own decay. Often you find the example of the Holocaust in Germany here, because it is a horrid sample of human destruction. Today, our knowledge is depressing. We speak of this brutality by repeating the same facts and hollow phrases that WE would have never caved in under this leadership. WE would have been eager to change everything. But can we be sure? We have a different view now, because we know the aftermath, the consequences, the fates.
But we still allow history to repeat itself. Probably not to the same extent, but the basics are the same.
Think of the Civil Rights Movement of the 1960s in the USA. Blacks were persecuted, tormented, proscribed, and even killed. There was a Martin Luther King who had to die because he had a dream.
There was a Malcolm X who had to die because he rejected his former separatist beliefs and advocated world brotherhood.
And there was a John F. Kennedy who had to die because he wanted a change, because he as a white man fought for his black brothers.
All that had one reason: the difference. But how do we know they are the ones who are different, and not we?
The oppressed are the mouse, injustice is the mousetrap and we are the little bird that could also die in the trap, but doesn't like cheese anyway. So let us become the human who takes away the trap to let the poor mouse live. And then do they, who fight for a change, not need to die as martyrs.
As Bertolt Brecht said, "Humankind's fate is humankind itself." Why not a good fate?
Don't let the children grow up in a world where they have to play between tanks.
Don't let the mothers live in a world where they are afraid to lose their children as soon as they leave the house.
Don't let the fathers live in a world where they look out of the window and see another man their age being shot.
Don't let them wake up in the morning, glad of being alive, but rather thankful for everything they have.
Let it rain love and understanding.
And in the end, I want to apologize. Even though I did not live at times of the persecution of Jews or segregation or took part in it, I feel guilty for everything that has happened in some points.
As I said, I cannot say for sure I at that time wouldn't have been one of those who looked away, or, even worse, oppressed.
I apologize to everyone who had to suffer.
And this is my plea: Don't let it happen again.
For we are one people, and we should be one soul.

© Josi R.
2009/2010
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Breathe deeply..find peace.


~ART IS THERAPY~
"Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation."
~Graham Greene

"Books have always been my friends because they don't judge."
~lilblueeyesmine1978 (AP poetess)

"I doubt if anything learnt at school is of more value than great literature learnt by heart."
~Richard Livingstone

"You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you."
~Ray Bradbury

"Among the Haida Indians of the Pacific Northwest, the verb for making poetry is the same verb as to breathe."
~Tom Robbins


♣ ♣ ♣ Spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love--- ♣ ♣ ♣