Thank you, smiles

what is the differance between snowmen and snowomen? snowballs, LOL

I wanted to share this old poem, so here it is, it is an old one. Enjoy. SMiles

Missing

If I said I missed you that would be a lie,
The sound of my soul
Is that of a thousand angels sigh’s,
A thousand dove cries,
A thousand evening howls
Of the wolves devouring the night in my soul
A thousand whispers of loss,
A thousand thoughts slipping into the black inkwell
A thousand hours of silence in the shadows,
A thousand moments of shivering cold,
A thousand seconds of breaths you took away,
A thousand days locked in my mind
A thousand years with no other voice but my own,
A thousand times I miss you…again…and again,

You are the heat
The air
The light in my eyes,
The hours that tie the world together
The moments that combine my world into meaning

You are gift that needs no unwrapping,
To be you,
Is my gift,
My need,
My healing breadth
In the sight of your eyes,
Let them not cry,
For I would buy the sky for you
And light it with my love
To give you a moment
Of peace and joy,
A thousand stars for you,
A thousand smiles too,
A thousand moments of laughter of joy,
A thousand hours of holding you wrapped in a day,
A thousand years of love,
I would give this if I could,
Because I miss you.

LOL

Godbless you, may he be with you through all of this, I feel for you really, I am awaiting the results of a test to find out if I have Lukemia or not and I am facing possible cervical cancer as well, you will definatly be in my prayers. HUGS and more HUGS, bless your heart

LOL thanks

The Golden Penis-The golden compass

Hi Maxximus, HUG

aaaah, you give me attention my friend, smiles, bless your heart

good advice, and sooo very true

LOL thanks for the offer

I recenlty saw the movie, He's just not that into you, I recommend it highly to everyone in a relationship or wanting to get into one, I love that movie, it is my new fave, has anyone seen it?

all of the above, discussion or whatever, I would like to hear other peoples experiences with smothering

I recently asked my ex to tell me the truth about what went wrong, and to be honest, brutally honest if he had to be, and being the lawyer he is, the obliged me. He let me know, point blank, I was a smotherer, and I brought up ex's and that made him feel like crap because it made him think I had not let go of my ex before him. He also let me know men like to have a chance to show their affection, they don't want to bombarded by our need to be with them or near them or talk to them or hear from them all the time.
Valentines day brought alot of bad emotions, which is what caused us to break up in the first place. Granted, after some tears, I felt alot better about my approach and treatment of those in my life, particularly in the 'let them be themselves' department, because it is the only way you can see someone for who they are, in all their true nature and intricate values and ideals, so have some patience I say, give your man or woman a chance to be themselves. Ok, there I go again, giving unwanted advice, take this for what is worth, LOL probably worth another sip of soda and a chip, giggles

fascinating, I didn't know that, very cool

awesome, I hope to attend college in the summer

Hi MirrorMirror, its good to see a familiar, um, face, giggles, nice to see you, thanks for the comment, hugs

thank you

maybe they should be swingers, and start a club

Things with wings cannot be caged

or chained and malled and forgotten about

No, things with wings need air and love

nourishment to dare fly above

things with wings cannot be held

They scent the breeze

for the smell of air and the sound of song

And they wish only to

glide and alight upon a wind of change

gravitate, germinate towards greener trees and seas

moving, motion love and devotion

will always be a constant

fly me higher, higher and higher still

I know how high to go

I am no Icarus, I will watch my wings

Let me feel the walk upon the sky

where dreams will fly

when lifting towards the heavens.


I was seven when I got grounded

a fear bit my leg, would not let go

but soon that old dog will lose his grasp

he will tire, because I no longer fight for angers sake

I fight for my life, to be free of his jaws

Win or lose, one cannot live for the other

I choose to beat back the hellhound

find my grasp and hold my shield

if I am to be a hero, I will be...my own.

By Veronica Garcia