Posted by PrttyBrd on September 19, 2008 at 7:00pm
Try to understand. Cranky is a mood. It’s not angry or upset. It’s irrational and unthinking. It is unbridled ugly. And it is only temporary. You cannot reason with cranky. You just let it run its course. Unfortunately, words wound and perceptions are fragile. Proceed with caution.
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Posted by PrttyBrd on September 19, 2008 at 7:00pm
Blowing breezesRip leaves from branches prematurelyThe air is cooledBy the brush of a stormThe world seems so perfectBlue skies and soft cloudsThe breeze calms the sunNice to be outsideIt feels like a play dayA day to sit and feel the breeze on your faceTo watch in awe at the glorious world around youThe many hues of green and brown and blueThe amazing complexity of a flower, any flowerToday God is happy
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Posted by PrttyBrd on September 19, 2008 at 6:30pm
Living with the glimpses of Satan that bubble to the surface from so deep within that it almost doesn’t really exist. That is what is excruciating, the aftermath of stupidity, the fear of yourself.
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Posted by PrttyBrd on September 19, 2008 at 6:30pm
Heavy hearts weigh you down. Long fingers of regret reach far and wide touching all who love you, changing you forever in their eyes. Like a child that holds a chick too tightly, he may never know the “sleep” he induced was eternal, but that doesn’t change the fact that its death was at his hand.
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Posted by PrttyBrd on September 19, 2008 at 6:30pm
Waves of emotion come spewing forthChanneling the pain of othersTaking their sorrow to lessen their burdenAnything to unlock the chainsThat tether to a tortured youth
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Posted by PrttyBrd on September 19, 2008 at 6:30pm
Take responsibility for your actions.But don’t let them define you.Make better choices.Forge ahead.Let go of the past.See things how they are.Release the anger.Let in the sun.and enjoy yourself.
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Posted by PrttyBrd on September 19, 2008 at 6:30pm
A colorless sunset disappearsMelancholy underlies a quiet night aloneItchy feet and restless thoughtsNo sleep for the wearyWhite noise fills the space reserved for real emotionCrippled mind and clogged heartRegurgitating memories trying to feel myselfComfort in the absence of painA vapid existenceA quiet night alone
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