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11:09pm 01/08/2008 |
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and this will now be my poetry blog; or my i hate everything blog neither of which i have now other than to say CONGRATULATIONS to Jer and Steph who are getting married tomorrow i love you guys and am there in spirit, and prayer God bless your marriage and your big day
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11:09pm 09/07/2008 |
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I just need to know... that you think i can do this that you believe in me that i can trust your love;
and this is what you tell me
maybe you are exactly where you need to be you'd be completely insane not to be scared you've got this covered i believe in you i don't think you can do this; i know you can i love you courage is not the absence of fear; but the decision that something is more important together we'll make it through this day we are all one body we are all one family you need to go to see how big God is you're about to find it out who you are
man i'm going to miss him
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05:46pm 07/07/2008 |
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ugh i hate this i have no motivation and no where to start...my brain is too jumbled; just like my life, and my room and all i want to do is be with my friends and here I am; alone; trying to figure out my life maybe i just need to turn off the tv and on the music and just do it
and i need to get used to being alone
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| 5 days |
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05:28pm 05/07/2008 |
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all brokenness is caused by sin
well folks; it's 7:35am on sunday morning; i've been up for almost an hour; I'm leaving for church in an hour and a half. and I'm leaving peterborough at the end of this week; which gives me 5 days left. 5 days to pack up 5 years, to get rid of alot of stuff; to give away things to anyone who will take it; to decide what is important enough to bring with me, or to give other people for safe keeping. i think it's finally hitting me; i don't have time to be wasting doing nothing this week; my last shift at work is tomorrow from 10-3, then i have to let them know i won't be there for my shifts at the end of this week. this is my last sunday in Peterborough; for a really long time; my last time at Ferndale, my last time seeing people who have become my family, and i need to do very exciting things like pack all my stuff; and see everyone to say goodbye; and write letters to those who mean the most to me. i'm looking forward to starting again in Korea; a new life where i can be a new person, no longer hindered by who i used to be. It's really exciting, but also completely petrifiying; i think i may start another blog to keep people up to date on my adventures in Korea; and maybe keep this one for my sanity. if you are my friends and are reading this; thank you. Thank you for putting up with me, and for reading this; and i really hope i get a chance to say goodbye to you in person. for the people i don't know; thank you for reading this, and for caring. and, as this week progresses, i know i will realize my complete dependance on God... aside from the list i need to make of stuff to bring/do/everything, i will be spending alot of time with God this week. love to you all Ashlee/butterflygirl/River/Mei-mei
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09:31pm 03/07/2008 |
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tonight i've fallen and I can't get up this will be the last night you spend alone In a world that she can't rise above This night's been so long
I cling to Your promise There will be a dawn But her dreams give her wings And she flies to a place where she's loved Concrete angel
i am no damsel in distress, i don' t need to be rescued i was on the highway to hell
and all the sudden going fishin w
asn�t such an imposition and I went three times that year I lost my dad well I finally read the good book and I took a good long hard look at what I�d do if I could do it all again
We're more than carbon and chemicals
We are the image of the invisible
Free will is ours and we can't let go
We are the image of the invisible
We can't allow this, the quiet cull
We are the image of the invisible
So we sing out this, our canticle
We are the image of the invisible
[Chorus:]
We all were lost now we are found
No one can stop us or slow us down
We are the named and we are known
We know that we'll never walk alone
We're more than static and dial tone
We are the image of the invisible
We're emblematic of the unknown
We are the image of the invisible
So raise the banner, bend back your bows
We are the image of the invisible
Remove the cancer, take back your souls
We are the image of the invisible
[Chorus]
Though all the world may hate us, we are named
The shadow overtake us, we are known
We're more than carbon and chemicals
Free will is ours and we can't let go
We are the image of the invisible
We're more than carbon and chemicals
We are the image of the invisible
Free will is ours and we can't let go
We are the image of the invisible
We can't allow this, the quiet cull
We are the image of the invisible
So we sing out this, our canticle
We are the image of the invisible
[Chorus x2]
Raise up the banner, bend back your bows
Remove the cancer, take back your souls
I know one day, all our scars will disappear, like the stars at dawn
and all of our pain, will fade away when morning comes
and on that day when we look backwards we will see, that everything is changed
and all of our trials, will be as milestones on the way
and as long as we live, every scar is a bridge to someone's broken heart
and there's no greater love, than that one shed his blood for his friends
on that day all of the scales will swing to set all the wrongs to right
all of our tears, and all of our fears will take to flight
but until then all of our scars will still remain, but we've learned that if we'll
open the wounds and share them then soon they start to heal
as long as we live, every scar is a bridge to someone's broken heart
and there's no greater love, than that one shed his blood for his friends
we must see that every scar is a bridge, and as long as we live
we must open up these wounds
when some one stands in your shoes and will shed his own blood
there's no greater love. we must open up our wounds
And I'll see what I should, and I'll see that its good, that its good
To experience the bitter-sweet, to taste defeat
Then brush your teeth
Experience, the bitter-sweet, to taste defeat
Then brush your teeth
Cause I struggle with forward motion
I struggle with forward motion
We all struggle with forward motion
Cause forward motion is harder then it sounds
Well everytime I get some ground I gotta turn myself around again
It's harder then it sounds
Well everytime I get some ground I gotta turn myself around again
Whoa- oah
I've been banging my head against the wall
Whoa- oah
For so long it seems I've got knocked out
Yeah got knocked out cold
Whoa- oah
And the medical bills went through the roof
And the scar on my head is the proof, that I'll still remember this when I get old
I got evicted now I'm living on the street
My spirits lifted, oh wait that wasn't me
Too many turns, have turned out to be wrong
This time I learned that, I knew it all along
Well I grasped to concept that I'll sleep where you slept
Whoa- oah
Well I know I need help when I allow my self
Allow myself
To experience the bitter-sweet, to taste defeat
Then brush your teeth
Experience, the bitter-sweet, to taste defeat
Then brush your teeth
Cause I struggle with forward motion
I struggle with forward motion
We all struggle with forward motion
Cause forward motion is harder then it sounds
Well everytime I get some ground I gotta turn myself around again
It's harder then it sounds
Well everytime I get some ground I gotta turn myself around again
Cause I struggle with forward motion
I struggle with forward motion
We all struggle with forward motion
Cause I struggle with forward motion
I struggle with forward motion
We all struggle with forward motion
Well everytime I get some ground I gotta turn myself around again
Cause I struggle with forward motion
I struggle with forward motion
We all struggle with forward motion to live like you were dying.
"Worlds Apart" I am the only one to blame for this Somehow it all ends up the same Soaring on the wings of selfish pride I flew too high and like Icarus I collide With a world I try so hard to leave behind To rid myself of all but love to give and die To turn away and not become Another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves more deeply than the oceans, more abundant than the tears Of a world embracing every heartache Can I be the one to sacrifice Or grip the spear and watch the blood and water flow To love you - take my world apart To need you - I am on my knees To love you - take my world apart To need you - broken on my knees All said and done I stand alone Amongst remains of a life I should not own It takes all I am to believe In the mercy that covers me Did you really have to die for me? All I am for all you are Because what I need and what I believe are worlds apart [Additional lyrics:] I look beyond the empty cross forgetting what my life has cost and wipe away the crimson stains and dull the nails that still remain More and more I need you now, I owe you more each passing hour the battle between grace and pride I gave up not so long ago So steal my heart and take the pain and wash the feet and cleanse my pride take the selfish, take the weak, and all the things I cannot hide take the beauty, take my tears the sin-soaked heart and make it yours take my world all apart take it now, take it now and serve the ones that I despise speak the words I can't deny watch the world I used to love fall to dust and thrown away I look beyond the empty cross forgetting what my life has cost so wipe away the crimson stains and dull the nails that still remain so steal my heart and take the pain take the selfish, take the weak and all the things I cannot hide take the beauty, take my tears take my world apart, take my world apart I pray, I pray, I pray take my world apart It's not hard to know what you're thinking When you look down on me now Your trance of love is seeking To turn this world around But in my state of blind confusion No God can pull me out I see your love is willing To turn me inside out And then I see you there The lonely tears I cry I wish they'd release me It's in despair that I find faith Summon the night to bow down to day When ignorance is bliss Save me from myself [Chorus:] And then I see You there With Your arms open wide and You try to embrace me These lonely tears I cry They keep me in chains and I wish they'd release me Cold is the night but Colder still is the heart made of stone, turned from clay And if you follow me You'll see all the black, all the white fade to grey Fade to grey Fade to grey
"Oh My God" Oh my God, look around this place Your fingers reach around the bone You set the break and set the tone Flights of grace, and future falls In present pain All fools say, "Oh my God" Oh my God, Why are we so afraid? We make it worse when we don't bleed There is no cure for our disease Turn a phrase, and rise again Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend Oh my God. Oh my God, can I complain? You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief Weddings, boats and alibis All drift away, and a mother cries Liars and fools; sons and failures Thieves will always say Lost and found; ailing wanderers Healers always say Whores and angels; men with problems Leavers always say Broken hearted; separated Orphans always say War creators; racial haters Preachers always say Distant fathers; fallen warriors Givers always say Pilgrim saints; lonely widows Users always say Fearful mothers; watchful doubters Saviors always say Sometimes I cannot forgive And these days, mercy cuts so deep If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep While I lay, I dream we're better, Scales were gone and faces light When we wake, we hate our brother We still move to hurt each other Sometimes I can close my eyes, And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing, What makes me so badly bent? We all have a chance to murder We all feel the need for wonder We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven All the times I thought to reach up All the times I had to give Babies underneath their beds Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes, All the comforts of cathedrals All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God
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11:49pm 24/06/2008 |
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i find it odd and weird and funny that the only time i ever post something is when i have something to say in my next post. this sits open in a tab for days on end; i add a bit from this and a bit from that; and then i'll post it when i have something else to say; it;s been forever since i've taken a chunk of time all at once to write something; i will with this one i hope but not tonight; i have to be up at not quite stupid oclock; but still earlyish
Don't question why she needs to be so free She'll tell you it's the only way to be She just can't be chained
NO i didn't come all this way to make this easy for you
but all the drugs in the world won't save her from herself Coma White - Marilyn Manson Theres something cold and blank behind her smile Shes standing on an overpass In her miracle mile You were from a perfect world A world that threw me away today Today to run away A pill to make you numb A pill to make you dumb A pill to make you anybody else But all the drugs in this world Wont save her from herself Her mouth was an empty cut And she was waiting to fall Just bleeding like a Polaroid that Lost all her dolls You were from a perfect world A world that threw me away today Today to run away A pill to make you numb A pill to make you dumb A pill to make you anybody else But all the drugs in this world Wont save her from herself
or... maybe this won't be my coherent post; but i have an idea for the next one so hear i go
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| east to west and back again |
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11:03pm 22/06/2008 |
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If you can't run walk, if you can't walk crawl, and if you can't do that then you find someone to carry you. It does. Maybe I think too much. I keep asking myself "How did I get here, why and what am I supposed to do now?" Its not like anyones going to tell me. I wish I found religion. But to me, iit doesn't make sense. I'm scared of puttin my faith into something and someone who might not be real at all. I'm scared of feeling free and happy, but it all being just a front because I've found something that made me feel that way, when it might not be real at all. I keep asking myself How do I know I'm real. What do I do now? If there is some great master plan, maybe I was left out of it. And I'll watch the others leave, doing what they need to do And I'll get left behind because I don't know what I want Or what I'm supposed to do.
"East To West" Here I am, Lord, and I'm drowning in your sea of forgetfulness The chains of yesterday surround me I yearn for peace and rest I don't want to end up where You found me And it echoes in my mind, keeps me awake tonight I know You've cast my sin as far as the east is from the west And I stand before You now as though I've never sinned But today I feel like I'm just one mistake away from You leaving me this way Jesus, can You show me just how far the east is from the west 'cause I can't bear to see the man I've been come rising up in me again In the arms of Your mercy I find rest 'cause You know just how far the east is from the west From one scarred hand to the other I start the day, the war begins, endless reminding of my sin Time and time again Your truth is drowned out by the storm I'm in Today I feel like I'm just one mistake away from You leaving me this way I know You've washed me white, turned my darkness into light I need Your peace to get me through, to get me through this night I can't live by what I feel, but by the truth Your word reveals I'm not holding on to You, but You're holding on to me You're holding on to me Jesus, You know just how far the east is from the west I don't have to see the man I've been come rising up in me again In the arms of Your mercy I find rest 'cause You know just how far the east is from the west From one scarred hand to the other One scarred hand to the other From one scarred hand to the other
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11:30am 16/06/2008 |
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i ripped these out of your symbol and they became paper and i want to put them back music is what feelings sound like i don't want to be the one they say " I wish Ashlee was here" but they will and it hurts me
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| my broken porcelain heart |
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09:58pm 09/06/2008 |
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Barlow girl song for the broken porcelain heart"Song For The Broken" I am the comfortable secure The definition of this western world And I have perfected deceit Even I believe I'm above saving I'll never let You see I am the broken I am the bruised I am the poor ones I have been used. When I am breathing my last breath "Come and save me" I will cry to You 'Cause pride has not let me say Bring me to my knees, Why does it take so much pain for me to see? If strength is only fond when I am on my knees, Why is it so hard t o show that I am weak? I am the broken I am the bruised I am the poor ones I have been used.
"Porcelain Heart" Broken heart one more time Pick yourself up, why even cry Broken pieces in your hands Wonder how you'll make it whole [Chorus:] You know, you pray This can't be the way You cry, you say Something's gotta change And mend this porcelain heart of mine Someone said "A broken heart Would sting at first then make you stronger" You wonder why this pain remains Were hearts made whole just to break Creator only You take brokenness And create it into beauty once again
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| Mei mei |
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09:24pm 08/06/2008 |
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i'm back; and i'm a real live person now. I have a degree; i sent a bunch of stuff to Korea; went to a wedding; and a nice day even though it's really really hot out. i miss my friends; i miss having a real life and i miss me i'm still disconnected; and i'm hot and tired and i need to work; at not quite stupid o'clock, but still early and i need to think; alot about alot maybe i can't do this and maybe i've been watching too much firefly because i want to be called "mei mei" meaning little sister; alot oh and i'm on my laptop which i got for grad;
thats all for now but hope i'll be back soon Mei mei
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| Quotations that i stole |
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11:04pm 04/06/2008 |
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I hate to do the correcting, but this is something my English teacher used to say every time she heard the word "quote" used incorrectly. "To quote, or not to quote, that is the verb. Quotations are an indulgence that should only be of those with the memory to remember them, and the capacity to name them as such." I'm sorry, but it was necessary. Kinda.. As though something were broken in the world, and we were to hold our hands against the wound. - Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz. You are dust, and unto dust you will return. - Genesis. You would care less about what people thought if you knew how seldom they did. - Eugene James Meauley. Trust is nothing but an expectation. If you expect nothing, you are never disappointed. - Timothy T. Be yourself. Don't take anyone's shit. And never let them take you alive. We're here to catch you when you fall. - Gerard Way. We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close. - XKCD You are who you state yourself to be. Nothing more. Nothing less. There is no space between for you to compensate with fibres of what might have been but never was. - Your humble narrator. There will be two dates on your gravestone. It's what happened in the rush between that matters. - Kevin Welch. Should we even wonder why our hearts are torn? Why our image is based on this broken city? Should we ask ourselves why our lungs breathe in sickness? Innocence is seen as weakness, laughter as naïve. - Vedera, The Falling Kind. If you swear that there's no truth, and who cares, why do you say it like you're right? - Conor Oberst, We are Nowhere and it's Now. Maybe they weren't punks at all, but New York drama critics. - Tennessee Williams. Whoever's trying to poison me. No-one's trying to poison you. They poisoned my food twice, didn't they? They poisoned everybody's food! And what difference does that make? - Yossarian and Clevinger, ficticious characters of Joseph Heller's creation, Catch-22. What do you do when you're the most powerful person in the room? Watch. - Andy Stanley. Guys don't need personal trainers. They need women who are just out of reach. - Jamie Tworkowski. It's the children in the world who almost break who become the adults to save it. - Jamie Tworkowski. Standing on the fringes of life offers a unique perspective, but there comes a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor. - Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of being a Wallflower. There is nothing here stronger than the human mind. And nothing as brittle as the heart. - Yours truly. Love is just an excuse to get hurt. And to hurt. - Conor Oberst, Lover I Don't Have To Love. The struggles are here to strengthen us. - Romans 8:18. (I think. I haven't checked, I'm lazy.) The drugs don't work, they just make it worse. - Richard Ashcroft. Goodness is something chosen. When a man cannot choose, he ceases to be a man. - Antony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange.
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10:42pm 04/06/2008 |
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tomorrow I will officially graduate from Trent I will be a real person and a real grown up ME an adult i never thought it would happen I always thought I would kill myself first but it is happening in less than 12 hours
and why do we always try to outdue each other? I think it's pride no matter what it is; i want to be better than you at it your life sucks? mine sucks more your life rocks? mine does more you did it once? i did it 3 times i really need to stop trying to outdue everyone else my challenge to you dear ones is the same next time someone says something they are excited about or accomplished be happy for them; honestly and truly happy for them and don't try to be better than them just leave it there and thats it
and detroit just won the Stanley cup; and I'm in tears as always the first newfie to get his name on the cup and the first European captain to win it too congrats to the wings
and i'm going home for a few days; i'll be back sunday or late saturday
and last but not least pray for good weather for tomorrow
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| randomness |
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10:07am 04/06/2008 |
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but she is my family he is too
You can't compare the degrees of anguish people are going to feel. Life isn't a game of whose wound is worse. no one is falling on their sword for you
Simon - "I'm trying to put this as delicatley as I can, but how do I know you won't try to kill me in my sleep?" Mal - "you don't know me son, so i'm going to tell you this once; if i ever kill you, you will be awake; you will be facing me, and you will be armed"
that's an honourable man
Rosaries and razorblades
what do i have to do to get you to listen to me? tell me what i want to hear
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08:32pm 01/06/2008 |
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the cocky showman introduces the artist balancing up there on her wire the crowd is hushed as they watch her wobble walking slowly with no pole the fall is in slow motion the crowd gasps; as no net is there to catch her
"SEND IN THE CLOWNS" the ringmaster shouts the crowd laughs at the slapstick clowns, hitting each other with foam bats
the artist hits the ground as the clowns cause the crowd to roll in laughter she lies there, forgotten by the crowd, ignored by the world
like a bolt of hope in a sky of despair
umm okay; this doesn't make sense, but i'm done it for now
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11:44pm 30/05/2008 |
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Such a beautiful song; something i needed to hear... and please hit me if i begin referring to myself in the third person; thanks
She's not afraid; she just likes to use her night light When she gets paid, true religion gets it all If they fit right. She's a little bit manic, completely organic Doesn't panic for the most part. She's old enough to know, and young enough not to say no To any chance that she gets for home plate tickets to see the Mets. Like everybody, she's in over her head, Dreads Feds, Grateful Dead, and doesn't take meds. She's a Gemini Capricorn Thinks all men are addicted to porn. I don't agree with her half the time, But, damn I'm glad she's mine. Her eyes, that's where hope lies. That's where blue skies Meet the sunrise. Her eyes, that's where I go When I go home. She got the kinda strength that every man wishes he had. She loved Michael Jackson up until he made Bad. Tells me that she lives about a hundred lives, Scares me to death when she thinks and drives, Says cowboy hats make her look fat, and I'm so glad she's mine. Her eyes, that's where hope lies. That's where blue skies Meet the sunrise. Her eyes, that's where I go When I go home. She doesn't know the word 'impossible' Don't care where I've been and doesn't care where we're goin' to. She takes me as I am, and that ain't easy. She's beautiful. So beautiful. And sometimes I think she's truly crazy. And I love it. Her eyes, that's where hope lies. That's where blue skies Always meet the sunrise. Her eyes, that's where I go When I go home. Her eyes, that's where hope lies. That's where blue skies Always meet the sunrise. Her eyes, that's where I go When I go home. She's not afraid she just likes to use her night light.
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11:43pm 30/05/2008 |
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lucid moments I stole this from someone else's blog; but i can't remember who; but i think it's amazing...
"there's a girl i know,it's almost like she lives in a different time. not time as in years. not those we count. but in her own mind, it's like she's run a hundred miles and seen a hundred things. in a year i could never catch up to her. people often confused us. we had the same eyes. mine, she told me, spoke of an innocence and a purity. of memories formed but soon to be washed away and ravaged by the tides of time. she often talked in such circles, sometimes starting at the end of things. i didn't always understand, but i always listened. she spoke alot about darkness and time as well. almost as if she felt her days were numbered. i was naive, i didn't think that great people died young. only loud-voiced rebels did. but she was that too, in a sense. a non-conformist of a rare sort. she lived for a thrill, she lived to rise and revolt. when all others fled, she stayed beyond, come hell or high water, come friends or enemies. even her enemies had a respect for her. everyone kept her in high regard. so not only did she have an answer for everything, she was stikingly beautiful. it wasn't a pretty plastic sort either. it was a deadly breath-taking beauty. she could suffocate you with one look, and strangle you with a second. truth reflected in her eyes, and she tooked out on the technicolor world before her, trying to make sense of all the pain. pain. it put cracks and crystals into her ocean eyes, breaking apart the calm color like waves. she said eyes were the windows to a soul. and she saw into mine more then i would like. when i lied, she caught me, and started down at me like a hawk, demanding to hear truth ring. she was a mystery to me, even though she said i knew her best. i've never known any one so complex, so layered, so hidden away like she was. she walked through tragedies with her head high. she took the bravest jumps. i thought she would never fall.but even angels fall she didn't have a halo, or golden tipped wings. but she took me to a place where i belonged. and she taught me what she knew, she taught me wisdom beyond her years. her voice echoes, talking those circles about streetlights and stars, about peace and chaos. chaos is the movement she said. don't let that ever die out. you are a legacy. don't let that die. she was like a shadow, always there to offer a helping hand or some comforting words. no one thought she would just slip away from us. but i suppose heaven got jealous, even if she didn't beleive in it. now that i look at faded sepia photographs, i begin to piece together the pieces i couldn't see before. she was so indestructable. i think that's why we thought we'd never lose her. no one knew her secrets. no one could unravel her soul. we knew she was shattered, but we were selfish and only used her for our own happiness. we never thought of hers. so in the end, who's hand should take her life but her own? maybe she didn't bleed. maybe she didn't starve. but she was suffering to the point of death long before that tainted night. she was dead long before her soul left her body. she was empty much much before the police wrote her name on a tag to identify her. i look back now and the guilt eats away at me. she left little clues. and i look back now and i don't see a wingless angel. i see someone fallen. so lost. she lost herself in us so that maybe we would find her. but we ignored the clues. we never thought of her. she changed our lives. she changed the world.
but she couldn't change her demons."
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| mental disease rant |
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06:24am 28/05/2008 |
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When someone has a disease; like Munchowson (i probably spelled that wrong) by proxy, depression, alcoholism, schizophrenia; any disease that isn't physical or visible, people assume it's not real; this is my rant of the day; if a mother is making her child sick because she has Munchowson's, it is because she is sick; not because she is a mean and evil person. When someone has alcoholism; it's not like they choose to be sick (granted in most cases they did choose it at some point), but they have a disease which leaves them dependant on this disease. The same thing goes for depression; just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not real. and just because you don't understand it, it doesn't mean that they are doing it for attention or they choose to be depressed; it is a disease that they on their own can not control in most cases. so next time you look at someones actions and judge them; please keep in mind that there may be more to them than you can see; aside from them having their own past and story; maybe they are fighting a disease that you can't see.
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okay this annoys me | | THIS IS THE OFFICIAL SUPPORT C-484 SITE Ken Epp, MP, who is the Member that is bringing this bill forward will be making periodic appearances on this group and bringing us updates. Stay tuned. CURRENT STATUS OF C-484: Passed 2nd reading vote on March 5th, 2008 and is waiting either to be reviewed by the Justice Committee and/or brought back to the House of Commons for 3rd reading. ________________________________________________ OVERVIEW AND WHY WE NEED C-484 TO PASS: In November, 2005, 19-year-old Olivia Talbot and her unborn son were killed when she was six months pregnant. She was shot by a childhood friend. The killer, Jared Baker, was only convicted of one count of murder. Olivia's death was among the first in a series of killings of pregnant women that have made the headlines. Many of the families of the victims were appalled by the fact that no charges can be laid on the killer for the loss of the unborn child. To fill that gap, Edmonton MP Ken Epp has tabled Bill C-484, a private member's bill that would make it a separate crime to kill a fetus while committing an offence against the mother. At present, our criminal justice system treats the woman and the fetus as one and the same. This is a legal fiction. Bill C-484 is a common sense bill that would address the true nature of a woman's relationship with her fetus. WHAT YOU CAN DO TO SUPPORT C-484: Contact your MP and the Members of the Justice Committee. Here is a great on-line resource to help you do that: http://4mycanada.ca/484Postcards.html |
ON-LINE POLL @ Ken Epp's Site: Cast your vote today by going to Ken's site and voting in favour of C-484 on his poll. The anti-484 groups have been spamming it so cast your vote today! http://www.kenepp.comCheck out Ken Epp's site for many amazing articles about the heart of C-484: http://www.kenepp.com. Notice: There is a misinformation campaign that seems to be running across the nation by those that oppose C-484. Here are a couple examples: LIE: This bill is about abortion. TRUTH: This bill is about protecting women who CHOOSE to keep their children. It is a proven fact that violence against women increases when a woman is pregnant. There are TOO many cases (some very recent) in Canada where women were attacked, and in some cases murdered, with the intent to kill their wanted child. A compassionate Canada will bring forth more legislation that will protect these vulnerable women. LIE: If C-484 passes women could be charged for harming their own child. TRUTH: This is not true. The law only applies to those that are attacking pregnant women. Anything a woman chooses to do to her own body is her own decision. I've copied and pasted the above from a facebook group; One of my friends says he doesn't understand why pro-choice supporters don't like this bill; to me it's the most obvious thing ever - if someone is charged with 2 murders for killing a pregnant woman; that is giving the child rights (and yes i use that on purpose). It is saying that the baby inside her is a person and should be treated the same as the mother. Now anyone who knows me knows where i stand on abortion (basically it's murder, but people should have the right to safe and legal abortions if they really need them; and that we need to love and support women rather than ostrisize them) knows that i would most of the time support this bill; but i do understand that making killing a woman and a baby inside her a double homicide will lead to the banning of abortion. that is my rant for the day; at least for the moment stuff to do - kimchi to try love Ash
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