The wind doth blow o’er feet & head as it dost o’er friend & foe captured or fled.
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hercolena
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hercolena
The wind doth blow o’er feet & head as it dost o’er friend & foe captured or fled.
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hercolena
As you lay tucked in bed, pillows fluffed below your head, E,S,W,N as I tell, with you all is well in black, white, red & grey I love you be it as it may.
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Visitor
With every sunrise, comes a sunset. With every sunset, comes a sunrise. I know when i lay my head down tonight, that when I wake up in the morning the sun will rise once again, and yesterday will be a part of the past, as i look forward to the sunrise of today that i’ll face. No longer looking back at the sunset of yes…terday…but towards and ever so bright dawn ahead of me…
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jjwilly11
With every sunrise, comes a sunset. With every sunset, comes a sunrise. I know when i lay my head down tonight, that when I wake up in the morning the sun will rise once again, and yesterday will be a part of the past, as i look forward to the sunrise of today that i’ll face. No longer looking back at the sunset of yes…terday…but towards and ever so bright dawn ahead of me… -jrw
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jjwilly11
With every sunrise, comes a sunset. With every sunset, comes a sunrise. I know when i lay my head down tonight, that when I wake up in the morning the sun will rise once again, and yesterday will be a part of the past, as i look forward to the sunrise of today that i’ll face. No longer looking back at the sunset of yes…terday…but towards and ever so bright dawn ahead of me… -jrw
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c.c. stoynoff
Just when you think the light has turned on in their head the switch of deceit and deception dims all hope. Spots on a leopard are beautiful until you realize they are permanent scars of identity!
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Janice Diane
When you look at me curious of what’s going on in my head, I smile with satisfaction knowing that you will never know.
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J. Hal
How John Hal came to be:
It was early in the morning, and I’d barely woken up. Thoughts of anguish and torment fresh in my head. I sat down on my Facebook and began to write. I poured my being into two conversations with myself with no rational reason behind my actions. I waited for a while, and later in the day, she commented. She asked where I’d been comming up with these wonderful things. I said that my mind is a wonderous place, but my mouth fouls the thoughts whenever I vocalize them. From then on, we talked. I don’t know why I did it, but I opened myself to her. I asked her if she thought I should die. I had been planning to off myself on that friday, two bottles of sleeping pills. Quick and painless. She told me that I shouldn’t. She said that she found more value in our conversations over the past few days than she’d found in a long time. I believed her, and I kept talking to her. She loves music, absolutely loves it. She literally has a song for every sentance possible. As we talked and listened to eachother’s words and songs, my heart reached out to her, and one day, I realized that I loved her. I had to say it online, I would have never found the courage to tell her face to face. I told her, and it was one of the best feelings I’d ever had, to open myself to someone and not be rejected. My old name, the one associated with all my pain and suffering, needed to be replaced, so that there would be a title that fit the new me. I chose John Hal, and by god, I’ve never been happier. -
emeraldforrestmiller
if you can’t get someone out of your head then maybe they’re supposed to be there.
Visitor 11:17 am on February 11, 2010 Permalink |
Wow… heartwarming story. Love is the most powerful thing ever eh?! Congrats on the new you J Hal!
J. Hal 6:44 pm on February 11, 2010 Permalink |
Aye, it is a great expericance, love. Never before have I known how much I’ve missed in life until she came along. And now that I know, I can’t stop looking back and wondering how anyone could be so blind. She was always there, and had I the nerve to say anything outloud, things might have started on better footing. But, it happened the way it did, and I can’t help but think it was for the best. She got to know me better than even I did, and she said things that, from any other, would have been meaningless blather or heartless scorn. She truely is a blessing in this lone fool’s life.
And thank you. I don’t quite know who this John I’ve become is yet, but I’m getting to like him (myself) better every day. I owe everything I have to her, and I’ll never, ever, forget it.