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  1. SUPERNOVA (Verse 1) Fifteen minutes of fame Would you trade it all away? Such a small price to pay I told him, "Baby, you're a star A supernova, you're too far Gone" Every single moment I am thinking up new ways to save you From yourself And all the while I am feeding off the scraps you gave me To be well (Chorus) You said it is like going to the movies It all makes sense in the end But it's like this, I don't know myself anymore Anymore, and this is for All the times your silence lingered Words relayed that silent winter You told me, "Just wait for summer" I am not nobody's number All the words that went unspoken You can't break me, I am broken Such a fine, glossy exterior For somebody so inferior (Verse 2) But it's so hard to walk away I mean, I try every day And I just stay I told him, "We all pay a price For everything in life that's nice We sacrifice" Every single moment I am thinking up new ways to love you Not myself And all the while I am feeding off the scraps you gave me To be well (Chorus) (Bridge) All the words that went unspoken All the hearts remained unbroken Good luck in the life you've chosen I can't bring to life the frozen
  2. It has nothing to do with charm.
 Just the honest truth. 
You fed my ego with lines like 
“You’re a gorgeous being” You don’t need it. You look good just like that. 
I believed it. 
 I stopped hiding behind bold lips 
 And winged tips. You once told me,
You wanted me make you come
 Alive, I told you I didn’t mind.
 I enjoyed tasting you, 
 You told me you liked my taste too. “It’s going to be good!” You said. 
 Happy thanksgiving, Merry Christmas 
 The rhythm we held In the backseat of my car, Hips thrusting, hearts caving. "We had a good thing going" Was it though? We were two halves of a greater whole.
 Never mine, not yours. I once told you,
 I trusted you, 
 You were the exception. 
 You said it meant a lot 
You didn’t know why. 
 I felt it all, 
Lies. You always asked me to text you when I left,
To make sure I made it home alright. 
 You told me my driving was gold, 
 There was no way to avoid that bump. 
 You were right. One night, one stroll, 
Our chemistry was weak. 
 Where was your soul? 
I walked away 
For the very last time. This time you didn’t ask me to text you. 
 I didn’t even try. I told you, 
I apologized for the mess I was 
That night. 
You told me 
You were traumatized. “I think it’s time to move past this experience”
  3. Hey guys! I have recently gone through a heart-breakingly sudden break-up and have decided to divert my attention to something I can control - myself and my goals. I am writing a novel/working on a project that I has been in production for nearly a year and a half now. I had since paused my working on it due to stress with my relationship/work, but have recently found the motivation to start again! If you're a fan of Stephen King/Tim Burton then my story will be right up your alley (think Sleepy Hollow)! Please give me your honest feedback! Thanks, guys! =) Prologue The echoing ring of silence came to an end, suddenly, as the horses began clacking their hooves with heightened determination. The whispering darkness became increasingly overwhelming as the moonlight, while ever persistent, struggled to penetrate the impossibly thick fog. The animals of the forest; the bats and doves, squirrels and muskrats, deer and moose, scurried away in fear as the men yelled to one another for guidance. Paths became bends, forks became paths, and bends became dead ends. The unusual, eerie atmosphere began eating away at the men’s confidence like termites feeding on a hollowed log. “Shouldn’t we hear them? Shouldn’t they hear us?” whispered one of the men, a once brave man now turned coward. As they attempted to navigate through the haunting, spiraling maze of trees and brush, a slight beacon of hope could be heard, faintly, through the sound of the stream’s rushing current. North; they were heading north. A small opening through the trees allowed the men to pass through, in pairs of two, into the curved streambed. There was a brief moment where the moonlight finally burst through, revealing the blackened substance that had polluted the river. The leader of the battalion, a tall, portly man named William, was the first to notice the bodies; “Who could do such a thing? We’ll have the head of the bastard who did this! Don’t let the horses drink! We’ll have to give them some of our own!” he exclaimed. The plagued water splashing against the jagged, aged rocks, nonetheless, created a beautifully calming melody as the horses leaped from stone to stone, trying to retain their rapidly fleeing stamina. The river, serving as a faithful guide, continued to lead the men northward, the reflection of the night sky dancing on its surface, illuminating what was once dark in the forest. The trees held a frightened appearance as if they, too, were trying to flee from the escalating madness that was taking place in the Western Woods. “There! Do you see them? Do you see them over there?!” William rhetorically questioned. The watchmen began to grow sickeningly aware of their situation as more and more yellowed glares revealed themselves through the blackened nothing that awaited them on the horizon. Their thumping hearts could be heard as the eyes, each holding a stare of hopelessness, grew larger and larger as the horses fearlessly stormed on. A brief perforation in the woods divided the battalion into two groups as they began scaling muddy slope after muddy slope, the mares desperately struggling to keep their footing as if their legs were wobbling stilts. Time seemed to crawl as the two squadrons finally reached the top of the incline; rest at last. Though the marsh proved to be a difficult climb, few men fell, and those who did were able to remount with esteemed pace, as if the ground was built upon springs. The brief pause in their campaign allowed the horses to quench their thirsts, a reward that was long over-due. The men, too, were rewarded, with a brief sense of relaxation, as they admired what used to be a beautiful landscape. It was not an appropriate time to reflect on their surroundings, however, as time was of the essence. They had to save as many of them as possible. The wind, once violently unpredictable, stood expectedly still, its roar shrinking to nothing more than a puppy’s growl, as they raced into the northern farmlands. The farms were vacant, their once green and golden crops being reduced to nothing more than grayed, ruined waste. The stench of death grew stronger as swarms upon swarms of flies began hovering above the rotten vegetation, feeding on their last ounces of existence as if to cruelly parallel what was occurring to the people of the forest. The only sign of life stood ragged through the fog in the form of a withered log-cabin. A dull glow swayed softly in the air, a lamp, in front of the structure, although its flame was stumbling for stability in the cool breeze. Its dancing, faded, light revealed a series of locks which secured the small cabin from intruders, ironic given there was no one left who would intrude. A quick shake was all it took to pry the door open as a cloud of old dust filled the doorway. Years of carelessness and neglect could vaguely be seen on the walls, through the thick dust, as the first few men made their first steps inside. However, before they could fully enter, a sudden cry of terror from the southeast halted their push forward. The signal came from the youngest of the group, a new recruit named Thomas, who had the misfortune of riding the battalion’s plumpest and slowest steed. His echoing cry was as true as the steel on his spurs when his eyes met one of theirs through the naked autumn trees; “NO! Why on earth is this happening?! What is wrong with her?!” he continued to cry. His fear stemmed not from his inexperience, but from an utter sense of disbelief as the thin, gloomy figure inched closer to him. The young girl, standing no taller than three feet, innocently smiled at him as her dull blonde hair fell over her white, colorless face. Her eyes had a lovely shape, though what color remained had been overwhelmed by a pale, gray yellowing hew, reminiscent of a crescent moon hiding behind storm clouds. Thomas could begin to feel the hairs on his spine standing on end as he struggled to make the right choice. His first instinct was to pick the girl up in his arms and rush her safely home back to her mother, while his second instinct was to reach for his rifle. “What is wrong with her? What in God’s name is happening?!” Thomas thought, his mind overwhelmed with emotion. A sudden ruffling of leaves was all it took to influence his decision. In a flash of instinct and uncertainty, the young girl was knocked into the air and, falling ever so delicately like a feather from the sky, into the cold, blackened river. Blood and adrenaline began to fill Thomas’ heart as he began realizing what he had done. His cry of regret filled the air, “Oh, no! What have I done?! Someone, please help! She is going to die!” The young recruit was faced with yet another fateful choice; to stand and do nothing, or plunge into the plagued water to save the child’s slowly fading life. Before he could decide the fate of the girl, a seasoned patrol named Edward came rushing to his aid, carrying a musket the size of an ore and riding on a glowing white stallion. His horse, named Marshmallow, danced through the thicket in a hypnotizing display of perfected acrobatics, its brilliantly white color emitting more light than even the stars themselves. A sense of urgency filled Edward as Marshmallow leaped logs, ducked under low-hanging branches, and tore through shrubs and bushes that tried to swallow the courageous duo. ---------- I have about twenty pages thus far, but I haven't edited through the rest quite yet!
  4. Standing here waiting For a friend who won't come The soul begins to wither * Till it's just left for numb. Constantly picking up the phone At god knows the hour Yet never being helped yourself Leaves a part inside sickly sour. Fed up of these lies The hurt and no laughter Plays around with the mind Making it believe in no after. It starts with small words, Then it simply begins to ignite Till the flame overflows Into this heart filled with blight.
  5. When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging accross the Internet. Cranky Old Man What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see? What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me? A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise, Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes? Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply. When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!' Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do. And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe? Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill? Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me. I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still, As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will. I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother, Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet. A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap. Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep. At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own. Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home. A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast, Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last. At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone, But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn. At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee, Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me. Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead. I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread. For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own. And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known. I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel. It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool. The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart. There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart. But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells, And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain. And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again. I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast. And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last. So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see. Not a cranky old man . Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!! Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!
  6. It has been years. I have returned to share a piece: Mind Apocalypse rain drops splatter loud storm thundering there goes my crown hit the ground crumbling life fades too fast check point throw coins free paid fines for the golden pass step back big sorrow steps bring back wasted time spent wish you would've went so fix the past f*ck it next time go no blind toughen up never deaf listen enough pilot mode on auto switch to grand theft audio red flash meant go until there's nothing really left yeah and here I am still standing with my sad face wife hates no place no bliss no grace all punk no poise no nothing no toys child cry broken empty harsh full tank words spoken drilled echo pain full noise heart pain burst feign silent dream shot flash brains car crash scream passed bad past revolution failed evolution big name waste clean waste bad taste that solution never came go wait empty plate spoiled humor fed stupor generational raid with a hint of blue sued turned red countless dead blank heads spoiled mind bow tie all blind no sight click it first class ticket short flight dead end free fall police calls violent fight no bed long nights riots bleed angry earth fed crowd moist wrong spilled splat blood web tears flow bombs off friends die moms cry fathers ask why pride ends kids fly white gates, locks, clouds shed loud wings storm in dark sounds pockets full posey stained fluent with a rose red cause what goes around comes around then we all fall down enough said
  7. Looking in the mirror I stare at it. It, is something that wasn't meant to happen. It, is something that can't change. It begs for attention from us, And when it's unheard, The colour scarlet is prominent, From already lined wrists. It stares at the repulsive enemy, That is served up on a platter. Somethings screaming for feeding, Yet the bulge never wins. It's heart yearns for them, Only getting confusion in return. And multiple burning couldn't stop, Those long waking nights. It's head spins from that liquid, Which seemed to be a friend. It just wants to be good and gone, Yet there's always that selfish barrier. It promised never to happen, But childhood lies are all the fashion. And words that can't be unspoken, Now are just memories stored away. Looking in the mirror I stare at it. It, is something that wasn't meant to happen. It, is something that can't change.
  8. To take a year out , just to be Allow life to visit me Observe my garden sprout and seed Watch the birds as they feed Lose myself in star speckled sky Turn my ear to the yellow robin’s cry lay for hours listening to the sound Of rain on tin and winds a howl Oh for a break from not being true To my heart’s desire of being one with you CD I wish I could just take a year off - from everything.
  9. In this moment I find there are no words to describe The sensations I feel, the stirring going on inside Though I know there will always be a time for you and I Lets lie in this moment, not worrying as the seconds pass us by The mist, the scent of your skin, like the intoxicating sound of your name Beneath my lips is the silk of your neck tasting just the same Every movement, every touch stills the pain I know tomorrow will bring Yet my arms blanket you beneath the silent music the stars sing The almond of your eyes show the depth of your soul Exposing the heat that envelops me from this worlds cold Words hold no meaning in this silence so loud As you drop the defenses of the day, removing the shroud Whispers of love and my promise to take you to another place Where we are nothing, in the mix we are just another face In a moment I lose the care of myself and my need Just the need to care and protect you remains, and off that my soul feeds Still your fears and silence your worries, I am protecting you from monsters out and within Leaving burning traces accross you as my tongue moves of your skin As if a match were lit I watch the fire of passion burn in your eyes And I relish this moment, and wish that I could make still time
  10. This cover, it holds me much too tight Sparing of this worlds awful fright I've lived in a cage and was fed all the lies I've lived in a maze of hate and despise I know not of what truly exists I know all that is happy in extrovert bliss I seek not truth nor honor or glory I seek what is fake for my own story I smile I wave, I'll shake your hand a conversation I'll make that’s dull and bland I'll take your money your faith your need I'll take your family for personal greed Thanks for my suit, my tie and car Thanks for the numbers you've given so far I can sing I can dance, I can holler and shout but its my thin lips that lie with no doubt I ask for your faith, love and concern I'll take all you're honesty and watch it burn Give me the money, the power I seek I take what I can from all that is weak Now I hold a great place in power sitting firm in my ivory tower You've let my rhymes trick you my song, my dance you didn’t look twice, not a second glance Here I am all that is faithful Here I am all that is true don't blame yourself citizen I am here I am here...the destructive nature of you.
  11. Loneliness creeps into the hollow between my shoulder blades. It weights me down...makes my breathig shallow. I look around me and see it everywhere. The clueless faces. Nobody cares. Loneliness is my cold cereal for dinner...in an empty basement... with the music blasting. Hoping to drown out the pain. It is hours spent doing nothing...but dreaming of getting away. I feel it at night. When the whole world sleeps but I slowly die. On the roof of my "house"...letting darkness envelope me. And all I can see are the stars that soon become blurred by the tears burning in my eyes. I try to hold them back. Loneliness is a scream trapped inside of me. I'm scared to let it out. Scared to see just how damaged I really am. It is the shadow in my eyes. The crookedness of my smile. The shuffle of my feet. It is my flaring temper. It is my shaking hand as I write this. It is the salty tear that wets the paper. Loneliness feeds on my insides. And never loses its appetite.
  12. I wrote this for a class...its sort of how i feel anyway I am just glad to be killing 2 nerds with one stone. The sun is nothing more than a mourning star. That glistens the world with its bleak glow, that seems within distance, yet far. Driving my glossy car, I feel nothing more than a bee stuck inside a jar. Predestined to roam this place we call earth,which is nothing more that a manic star. Thoughts adrift while the mind flickers and flows Am I destined to drive under this over-pass alone? Scattered, with moments of collectiveness It seems my fate is set in stone Watching ahead I seem to see a turning point I see a grainy indentation of what could have been and the same time what has yet to come No matter how much you appropriate, it does nothing but complicate and come undone Shifting gears from gears from observant to oblivious Slapdash. You take the hairpin corner. As others watch insidiously. How could you be? What they wanted you to be. Could you see? What they wanted you to see. Bruise your far right pedal Roll the windows down. and don't look back. The past seems like nothing but a false attack The present seems so consolidated, feels like the future has already evaporated. please leave some feed back. thx
  13. GHOST A door closes locking me in, slams in my face whats my sin? The light goes out, my body shakes in shock. Whats gonna happen? I hear the door lock. The sounds of chains fill my ears. I'm so scared, my eyes fill with tears. A levitating light appears in fron of me, pushing me back, won't set me free. It emits a sound so loud my ears bleed, making me cry. On my fear it feeds. I run to the corner. I try to hide. I cover my ears. I close my eyes. I say to myself that this is not happening, i'll just open my eyes and I will be laughing. I open my eyes, the light is still there. I begin to cry. Tt is just not fair The light moves closer, I begin to sweat. The color begins to change, is it a threat? A body begins to form. I get up and stand. Now transparent, it says "take my hand". Scared, I take its hand, it pulls me near. It picks me up like a child and says "have no fear". Suddenly I am not scared. All my worries have gone away. Feeling strangely happy, can death be this way.
  14. I just wrote this now, I'm very sorry if this offends anyone... Staring back at the reflection, wanting to be perfection, smashing the mirror into pieces, dying to be so very thin. Running desperately, to burn the calories, to rid the fat, wherever it's at. Staring at the food, the evilness within, resisting the urge, to eat and give in. Stepping on the scales, 'That can't be right', the number has lowered, but the fat hasn't disappeared, it's still here. Dizziness occurs, sickness has followed, fainting becomes a new hobby, feeling so very groggy. Looking down at the food, the table is surrounded, by her family too, 'I've ate today', she says, another lie, but that's okay, it'll all be worth it, in the end. The bones now reveal, from within the skin, weakening as the days go by, pains like a stabbing pin. One day, running, she ends up collapsing, rushed into hospital, so very ill. She's now on deathsded, and told she has little time left, though all she ever wanted to be, was thin, skinny. I'd appreciate feedback.
  15. This is a poem a friend in one of my classes wrote in a short period of time. Feed back? -Ash flowers it bloom and blossoms in the mist of the spring air give me just one chance to dare ive been to the end and around that windey bend i coud always send the love for you like the stem for its petals but nodobys could dwell the thoughts i had when i was sad but till the petals fall till the ground i will not have a frown because my voice is my sound
  16. Firsts, then Seconds The first time, I loved a boy I knew he was no good. he was just a tomcat looking for a mouse. Oh how I fell, ensnared, by the meaningless words he calmly reassured. But oh how lonely, how sad, he wasn’t very fair. He liked to play with his food and several other morsels before he chose his meal, But I escaped that mess, Narrowly it seems. Ah yes, the second time was even better, so sweet. With the pleasant mask of someone As beautiful as Adonis. As pure as a lamb. Harping upon me like a maiden Promising me the sea Declaring love unending, we all know how that goes. Then, the late night drinking, the self-degrading talk The lazy half-hearted recitations revealed behind the mask, the demons That made this boy, As common as the clay I walk upon Think he was a man To take his left rib back this way.
  17. I'll be taking my GED soon, and was looking for some pre-testing advice. Any good sites you know of or knowledge from experiance would be helpful. My questions are... What are some good ways to practice for the test? ((I don't have time to take any pre-testing classes, so that's out of the question)) Know of any "brain foods"? ((That's excluding fish or any kind of meat. I'm a veg. Yae )) Any other tips?? THANKS IN ADVANCE!!!
  18. I dont understand it, im a outgoing, fun, friendly girl who is nice and hasnt done anything nasty in all her life always gets treated like crap and is always the in between girl when it comes to guy? Now im fed up and im really starting to hate every man on this planet regardless of whether or not they are nice. Every guy i have ever been out with has always cheated on me lied to me or beated me up and then after they dump me they find "the one" and they are always treated better than i am. I have always tried to be myself round guys i dont try to be too blonde and i try to get involved with as much things a possible with or with out the guy im seeing at the time what do i do
  19. I have been wondering if it is possible that someone is too much like you then is that a good thing or a bad thing? I met a nice girl, so far been on 5 dates in 2.5 weeks that I’ve known her. The funny thing her personality is EXACLY the same as me in every single respect. We are both ENTP (search Myer Briggs on the internet). both adventurers(engram), We both see the world in the same way, both are optimistic extraverts, both see spirituality in the same light, both like to independently investigate truth instead of taking it as face value, both courteous & polite, both generous, both are like cats when it comes to affection (purr, scratch me under the chin), both like a lot of exercise and healthy food, both have nearly identical childhood experiences, both have been in similar style of social groups, both love traveling and seeing the world, both value equality of men and woman etc , both have similar parents, her brother is just like my sister, she has the same occupation as my mother, both are entrepreneurs, both like strategy games (her favorite is chess, I think that’ll change once I teach her Go), both are creative inventors, both like dancing and skiing. The list goes on and on. Actually I can’t think of a single thing that is different about us (besides what’s between the legs). I’ve heard that it’s sometimes good to have some differences from your partner, and if you are exactly the same then people can get bored of each other etc. apparently it is good to have someone slightly different that will complement your characteristics. Has anyone ever had problems because their partner was too similar? i don't know how we handle disagreements as it's too early in the relationship and we haven't had a single topic that we've differed on, i guess how people can cope with inevitable differences and fights really effects the long term perspective of a relationship. Is there such thing as being too similar? Or is this a match made in heaven? While cuddling last night she said that she sees me as a mirror of her own soul and can grow from reflecting off me. That sounds very deep to me. She’s already made several similar comments in only the last 2.5 weeks that I’ve known her. I guess this is around the stage then people express all their emotions and where people make decisions if dating will turn into BF/GF etc. I have to admit I feel more comfortable around her than anyone I’ve ever been with. But I also know this is just the honeymoon stage of a relationship, so who knows what happens down the track. I just like making some predictions, if there is anything I need to keep my eyes open for to steer things in the right direction. I know this is just the honeymoon stage of a relationship, in the end a relationships success largely depends on people’s communications and how they deal with conflicts. As it’s only the honeymoon stage and we are so similar we haven’t had any conflicts yet, so I’ve got nothing to judge our conflict resolving capability until something comes up. What is everyone else’s experiences? Has anyone ever had problems because their partner was too similar? Or is this just a match made in heaven? Well, I guess I’ll go with the flow and keep seeing her as long as we enjoy it.
  20. I have never had a real connection with another girl before I met this girl (Beth) who I've been talking to for the past year or so. I am intensely shy around girls, and she is the only person who I have ever felt true feelings for. My problem is, after all this time I cannot break my nervous, pessimistic habits. I tell her I'll call her, and when it comes to that day I just choke up. I feel there is no possible way she could ever really want to talk to me- so I take the jerks way out and don't call her. Luckily (except for one huge gap) she has seemed to save the day and bale me out by calling me back. When this happens I get a burst of confidence and easily ask her out on a date (we have been going on dates [as friends?] 3 times a week for quite some time). As soon as I see her in person, I can be myself and treat her as she deserves. I don't know how to fix this- people tell me "Just grow up, and call her.", and hasn't been successful yet. I'm just afraid she will get fed up with me, and if I do this any longer she will find someone better for her. Should I let her know this? Should I ask her "officially" to be my girlfriend (is it easier at that point)? Excuse me if I seem immature with these petty questions, but while I may not be young in age I am certainly inexperienced in this department.
  21. I wasn't sure if I should post this here...or in the abuse section, but I'm trying here! I am a mother of three little boys 8, 4, and 3 and I am also a foster mother to a 2 year old boy and a 1 year old girl. My problem is with my 2 year old. He is developmentally delayed (16mo) in areas of social and language, but has caught up on fine and gross motor skills. He now says 5-7 words. The thought is that the delays are due to his neglect. He has been with us for 9 months now and I'm starting to get worried that there is a deeper problem. For instance, if food is falling out of his mouth, he uses the side of his fist to brush accross his cheek and push it into his mouth, like a baby. He has learned to feed himself, but recently has begun refusing to do so. He gains a few words and then seems to "forget" them. He is two and cannot (or will not) repeat "mama" or "dada". He will ONLY repeat "more", "car", and "ball" successfully. I'm getting frusterated because I feel I should be doing more for him. Currently, early intervention services provide speech and a para comes out weekly to work with him for an hour...of which only 15 minutes of his time will he part with! lol I am constantly repeating words to him, encouraging him to at least TRY to say them..which he won't do. He constantly has his mouth gaped open and thus, drools. I've successfully made him aware of the drooling, so he will wipe his mouth, but it's just frusterating...I feel there is either something deeper wrong, or else we need to provide MORE for him--but I'm unsure what more to provide! Anyone who has any experience with a child of neglect, please help. I have three boys, I use attachment parenting techniques, I homeschool, I'm a stay-at-home mom...I really feel like I have a large resource to pull from, but NOTHING is working to get this child up to speed. He was 16 months when he came to us, could not even chew and swallow, tried to eat from the trash, would stuff his mouth, would eat until he would throw up, had to wear a bib at all times because he drooled so excessively, didn't know how to hug, didn't like to be held...a lot of this has changed or gotten better, but he's still not where he needs to be. Any advic?
  22. This is a pseudo-poem I worked up that is about the many years I spent as a child at the beach during the summers as part of a youth/young teen activities program. "Nostalgia" The taste of overly sweet, ice-cold beverages on eighty-degree days. The smell of hot dogs at the food stand run by a humble gentleman, the cheap white lawn chairs and tables vacant. I was his favorite customer. Back indoors playing billiards with the cool kids, blue dust on my fingers. Old chalk resting beside the new. An overly-used Playstation controller and a box of jewel cases. I sink into the couch to nap as the perfect summer breeze flows through the room, the front doors wide open, the laughter of children on the other side. Radio is on, the latest hit played for the second time today, followed by a call-in. The cute girl who I was too shy to talk to, her smile, falling hard. Her friend knew it, an uncomfortable shrug. I knew her since grade school. A hike up the steep cliff by the old traintracks, afraid to grab the swingrope, but watched the others. Fresh dirt all over my shorts on the descent down. The picking of fresh blackberries, some gone from the bucket before our return. The sun begins to set as my father walks in to drive me home for the night. We talk on the way back, squinting even though the window shade is pulled down, gazing out into the horizon. A company party on the beach grounds late into the evening, bonfire burning with fresh meat and homemade potato salad on the picnic table, the wood so very old. Not too interested in mingling. And as the years passed, my time there faded. But so vivid still are the times it was my second home.
  23. So it feels right now, Feeling that blade dash accross my skin. Feeding the pain, Creating new sin. Forcing those fingers back down your throat, For something you thought had ended a long time ago. For the pain that you promised to move away from, Promises never were true though. And when the pain hurts so much, You watch yourself bleed. Wish that you'd die, Your suicidal thoughts are all that you feed. And the tears you wish to cry, Just refuse to flow. And you one again find youself acting, One again putting up a show. Then there is nothing left, Except the fradgile threats. No more tears, So many bets. One said she'd last just a day, Another whispers an hour. Well you hold her fate, Will she last more then a day, more then an hour. Will she break through, Give everyone there wish, Say her last sweet words, Let them feel such bliss. Maybe i do have the strength to cut too deep, Too bleed to much, And say my final goodbye. She whispers and reaching for the knife she give the fatal touch. And the note she left behind, Tell you that she loves you, She wishes she could stay, But i just can't do what you want me to do.
  24. no day will ever be too long nor can any night be black for you and I will speak such a language, rarely heard with diamond rope we lash our rafts together tight my food, my clothing, they are yours you would bleed for me we know tell no one that we own the sun their need is to misunderstand just take my hand
  25. Beers on the pillow whiskey's on the breath Cant figure out how to forget Cars outside but its got no gas Been two weeks I aint been to class No one calls but I got no phone I think I need to get another loan Watched about 5 movies and I feel alright Oh boy oh boy its friday night You're the only one that doesnt care How I clean my room and comb my hair You like to hang out and make food To you I'm not an everyday dude
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