read the title I provided. let out raw emotion
loss of hearing
By Vane-dahh on June 30th 2009, early evening.on topic the loss of my _______made me... (do,think,feel)
the loss of my hearing made me feel so sad
how the feeling is that i could once hear and now it is a waste and is full of fear
they have to sign every word they say and im so sorry for those who need to use it every day
how could this happen so suddenly
im still wondering why,why me.
how the feeling is that i could once hear and now it is a waste and is full of fear
they have to sign every word they say and im so sorry for those who need to use it every day
how could this happen so suddenly
im still wondering why,why me.
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Insane in The Membrane (Literally)
By Milkweed on July 1st 2009, late evening.on topic the loss of my _______made me... (do,think,feel)
The loss of my ego left a definate impact on the insides of my consciousness and understanding i have of myself and the perceptions i make of the world and the self i can nly describe as someone haunting their footsteps with their own eyes i spying the world and judging theirselves with mindless machinations of sef debauchery and criticism that goes unhealed every day and every moment that something feels oyt of tune and out of sync. Shuld this go on should this b long? had i not lost consciousness of my self and this mind might i not be free floateing in this head and rather be glued to the surface, glued to reality. Mind and deep mind altering drugs fuck u up so bad that the threads already loose are pulled plugged and capped all at once before unraveling, uncoiling the fabric of aid consciousness. The ego is only a persons brain and a persons self, the them that is. break that and you break god, not yourself as god but as the fedining force of what commands you, you and youself alone it's a consciouss decision. Unravel the ego and you fall with your net and eight bottles of root beer. i kid you not.
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Everyone!!!
By michiru10 on July 3rd 2009, the wee hours.on topic the loss of my _______made me... (do,think,feel)
The lost of my appetite made me hungry
Eat to the fullest that's how it is
The lost of my faith made me angry
Pray to God te relieve the pain
Each in everyone of us had a heart
that will always love anyone with open heart
Always remember were always love by the one who always cared for us!!!!!
Eat to the fullest that's how it is
The lost of my faith made me angry
Pray to God te relieve the pain
Each in everyone of us had a heart
that will always love anyone with open heart
Always remember were always love by the one who always cared for us!!!!!
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not finished yo
By marijane917 on July 24th 2009, the wee hours.on topic the loss of my _______made me... (do,think,feel)
the loss of my father made me feel guilty, because at first i was happy,
i didnt even cry, i just leaned over and tipped up a bottle of liqud M. Sank back in my seat, looked my brother in the eye, and laughed. An you know, if i remember correctly he smiled right back. We just sat there in the middle of our tiny californian safe house, two grinnin mother fuckers. our friend dustin just sat there looking horrifyed, so prepared t comfort us through our time of gief, when he didnt relive our dad died years ago, the man that overdosed, alone in his 1989 ford in front of the Rusty Lizzard Bar and Grill(you know one of the real classy places attached to the local small town bowling ally) was a stranger, a stranger that i knew all to well. So you see my conundrum, how do you deal with mourning and lothing? Loving and moving on? so any way what people dont get is when i look back on my childhood, and i use the tearm child losly because in no way am i fully an adult yet, It wasent all bad. there was a time when things were great when my mom was the big bad wolf and my dad was the watchful loving sheepard. of course we were brain washed. but no ones perfect. moving on i think my dad deep down wanted to be a good dad, there were times (how ever few) berife, wonderful, spontanious, beautiful, bursts, of, sublime, sobrity. He would come home with a bag full of groices, and wwhen yu went to unpack them there was more than natty light and ramen noodles, he made to a school event, or he let yo get away with something he would bash your head in for...little thins like that. i remember the year we lived in this little trailor park out near who the fuck cares North Carolina he was making pretty good money sellin weed outta the house, which kept him home and stoned. which ment we had our dad a nice friendly dead head, we had a smoking buddy, and a techer. It was one of the best years of my life, if not the best. But when i was maybe 13 or 14 my dads little coke problem became a big crack addiction, and that pink elphant in the room was to big to ide. He started dissapering, first for days then weeks the longest he was ever goene was 4 weeks, i was 14 then had alredy worked my way through most of your dare book and was now raising a 9 year old. fun fun
i didnt even cry, i just leaned over and tipped up a bottle of liqud M. Sank back in my seat, looked my brother in the eye, and laughed. An you know, if i remember correctly he smiled right back. We just sat there in the middle of our tiny californian safe house, two grinnin mother fuckers. our friend dustin just sat there looking horrifyed, so prepared t comfort us through our time of gief, when he didnt relive our dad died years ago, the man that overdosed, alone in his 1989 ford in front of the Rusty Lizzard Bar and Grill(you know one of the real classy places attached to the local small town bowling ally) was a stranger, a stranger that i knew all to well. So you see my conundrum, how do you deal with mourning and lothing? Loving and moving on? so any way what people dont get is when i look back on my childhood, and i use the tearm child losly because in no way am i fully an adult yet, It wasent all bad. there was a time when things were great when my mom was the big bad wolf and my dad was the watchful loving sheepard. of course we were brain washed. but no ones perfect. moving on i think my dad deep down wanted to be a good dad, there were times (how ever few) berife, wonderful, spontanious, beautiful, bursts, of, sublime, sobrity. He would come home with a bag full of groices, and wwhen yu went to unpack them there was more than natty light and ramen noodles, he made to a school event, or he let yo get away with something he would bash your head in for...little thins like that. i remember the year we lived in this little trailor park out near who the fuck cares North Carolina he was making pretty good money sellin weed outta the house, which kept him home and stoned. which ment we had our dad a nice friendly dead head, we had a smoking buddy, and a techer. It was one of the best years of my life, if not the best. But when i was maybe 13 or 14 my dads little coke problem became a big crack addiction, and that pink elphant in the room was to big to ide. He started dissapering, first for days then weeks the longest he was ever goene was 4 weeks, i was 14 then had alredy worked my way through most of your dare book and was now raising a 9 year old. fun fun
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By love-overrated on September 2nd 2009, late morning.
on topic the loss of my _______made me... (do,think,feel)
on topic the loss of my _______made me... (do,think,feel)
the loss of my "fiance" made me never want to love agian. it made me want to curl up in a ball and die. when we got in the reck and i woke up in the hospital and you werent there i thought your death was my fault all i can remember thinking is why you why wasnt it me. you had so much more you could do and i am just here walking around like i dont belong. i found some one else but it didnt last because he wasnt you.
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RIP Nathan and Lois <3
By Pigl3t on November 13th 2009, late afternoon.on topic the loss of my _______made me... (do,think,feel)
the loss of my baby cuz made me feel devistaded and very down. He was only 16 days old he hadn't even had a chance to live yet. his world consisted of his parents and the inside of a room in the NICU. When i heard about his passing i was on the was home from a weekend trip with my parents. My aunt had call and asked to talk to my mom and she just started to cry it was then i realized the nature of the phone call. The next few days at school i did my best to put on a strong happy face and pretend that nothing was wrong, then as soon as i got home and was alone i would just start thinking about it an i would start to cry. Then two weeks after his death one of my aunts lost her third battle with brest cancer, this loss just added to the pain i felt, but i still managed to put on the happy, strong, i'm fine mask.
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