Category: Related to My life experience.
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Sides of a Woman.
Some days I want to put on Wings and go around bringing joy and love to everyone, being there for them and easing their day even for a while, showing the world how much wonder and magic there is. Some days I want to be strapped into a straight jacket by someone stronger, put on…
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What defines a Man? :
From what I have been reading it seems to be his penis, how sad, to have a whole spectacular person and he believes that one part defines him. A man is more attractive to a woman if he has confidence, gentle strength, respect, humour if he knows how to calm her, relax her mind, be…
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The way life works.
We are who we are , sometimes we think we need to go one way in life and suddenly life kicks us off that path. We fall, cry, think the whole world is against us, that we’re not good enough, that we don’t deserve to be happy. But if we just curl up and give…
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War through a teenagers eyes.
Author: ladyjewel Now so many years later i close my eyes.I smell the man i lost so long ago,The paint and thinners he used to wash his hands,(he was a sign writer), the smoke and rich tobacco that always was him,His hug was soft and strong. The shirt and pants always smeared with greese and…
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His Words bring Him to life.
Author: ladyjewel An old tin box rusted slightly with roses that have faded gently at the corners,Soft hands tenderly lift the box onto her lap, the key turned slowly and the lid lifted. Inside the letters bound in a ribbon that at one time was a bright pretty red, the pages curling at the edges…
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Our Snow White Rose.
Author: ladyjewel She lays in the coffin on a pillow of silk,The rich, deep brown wood like a frame, the cream silk stitched inside adds a softness, a soft pillow completes the bed. Dark brown long hair flows over the pillow and frames the face of this angel, her skin looks like porclin and white…
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Broken Doll.
Fragile and hollow encased in an invisible glass case,she sits, legs crossed and hands placed perfectly on her knees, her hair falling in waves of perfect curls, even the straps of her dress ironed and without a wrinkle. Foundation spread over her face making her skin look like porcelain, her make up almost looked like…
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Drops of Red.
Author: ladyjewel Drops of redSharp steel pushes down gently on milky skin,The slight pop as it gives way,Slides easily along the cut opening a line. She watches the red line form,The perfect drop of blood like a jewel,It gathers all the pent up feeling inside her,Hangs like a perfect tear for a few seconds,Then falls…
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Someone Special.
After living so long content to just be a woman, a mother a girl. And then her life was complete, her children adults, and all she was made for had come out whole and good. She stood looking out at the sea, the tears like rivers over her cheeks followed the same path as the…
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For an 8 year old Angel I nursed once.
Mom my breathing is funny and I can’t feel my body, why are these people running around my bed? They must have put air inside me because I can fly now, look mom I can hold out my hands and fly high, Mom, why can’t you hear me?Why is she crying so much, I am…