Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Sunday, March 11, 2012

I'm Sorry but I'm Not

I'm sorry but I'm not

And now theres no one

And now there is nowhere.

Do you know anyone who cares?

And people come

And peoplle go

And life goes on.

But maybe one day this world will stop

And do you know anyone who cares?

Who is my friend?

I have none.

Who is my family?

There is no one at all.

No love only pain

You are useful? You are productivve?

Hey! That's great!!

Give me mine give me mine,

And don't give it too late.

And do you know anyone who cares?

"I am a friend to the end" they'll always say.

And the emotions are bankrupt

And then aren't there.

When you die they'll all say

"She was gracious and kind"

But all they ever did was f**k with your mind


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Thursday, June 2, 2011

Monsters everywhere


Monsters monsters
Everywhere
I think that no one really cares that
I live in a lost place
On the edge of no where
Waiting to die
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Saturday, May 14, 2011

BROKEN

My ears do not work.
They are BROKEN.
My eyes do not work.
They are BROKEN.
My legs do not work.
They are BROKEN.
My mind does not work.
It is BROKEN.
My muscles do not work.
They are BROKEN.
So I watch the people,
Who think I don't notice when they mock me
As my muscles cause my arms to flail
And the ones who ooze phoney sympathy from their
every pore
And laugh at you after their work-day is done
And the doctors who are so sure
That your BROKEN mind is the only thing that is
Ever wrong,
The body is never BROKEN as long as you have a
BROKEN mind.
And at the end of your BROKEN life
All those who tried in vain to fix your BROKEN-NESS
To make you like them, to fit into their world-veiw,
Will all proclaim We trie to fix her but she refused to see she was BROKEN and therefore we could not fix her at all.
People throw BROKEN things away.
God takes them from the garbage and uses them anyway
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Monday, December 27, 2010

Christmas by Radar T. D. O'Reily

Wowza! Wowza! My person just had this thing called Christmas. I don't understands this thing called Christmas but people are a puzzle to me! My person brought in this tree called Christmas Tree. I don't think it's a really tree cuz it don't smell like any kinda tree I've ever smell before and it's all prickly. So I asked Chirp about all this cuz she is way smarter about people than me. Chirp says the tree called Christmas is a pretend tree that get put away at the end of chrisstmas to be saved and put up again next year. Chrirp also explained about hiding stuff in boxes covered with shinny paper,those are called gifts and people give them to each other. Gifts make people be happy, it's kinda like a hug and a pet that our person gives Chirp and me. I like hugs from my person. I learned something about those trees called Christmas, ya gotta be careful of em,they have pretty,frangile shinny stuff on em and they fall over easy. Like one time Chirp and me were playing and i wagged my tail too much and the tree fell over! Wowza! That was really scary! And something else is that person called Santa Claws, I wonder if it's really a big cat and not a person. Well, Santa Claws comes to leave gifts under the tree called Christmas at night when every one iss sleeping. I tried to stay awake to see him but i musta fell asleep. In the morning our person gave me and Chirp some new chewy toys from Santa Claws. My person took some pctures with some thing called camera. I don't what that is I'll have to ask Chirp about camera and get back to you later. But anyway,I made daybeaut in video pictures and you can watch em if you want right here!
Note from Radar's person having tech difficulty if i ever get an anwer to how to fix the problem from blogger i will post the video. But i wouldn't hold my breath waiting!
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Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Mothers

A mother holds you close in the night
When those terrible monsters give you a fright.
A mother kisses your skinned knees,
Dries your tears,calms your fears.
A mother is always the best of cooks
And she reads to you the most interesting of books.
She is always the most beautiful woman in the world!
She has such a special smile, a heart that is tender and true.
She's there to help on that very first date.
And picks up the pieces when first your heart breaks.
A mother is someone so strong and tall,
Gentle and kind,
A mixture of all the most delightful things!
A mother is someone who makes your heart sing
With joyous songs of each new day,
Of love and laughter shared along the way.
Mother"s are all terrific but because you are mine,
You are the bestest mother of all time!
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Wednesday, November 24, 2010

deaf can do anything but hear

Don't laugh at me,laugh with me.
Don't shut me out, be my friend.
Learn my language so we can share thoughts and feelings.
It's lonely for me when !'m surrounded by hearing people who make no effort to understand and befriend me.
Don't be afraid of deafness, it's not contagious.
Being different doesn't mean being 'bad'.
I'm not stupid,although I may seem so to you, I just can't hear.
When it's difficult for me to understan what you're trying to tell,
Don't give up and tell me 'Never Mind!'
Please don't talk about me like I'm not there,that's just rude.
Sometimes I wish I could hear birds sing,crickets chirp, but sometimes I'm glad I can't hear.
Sometimes the silence is nice,at times though the silence is opresive
It is a sad fact of life that discrimination because of a disabilty has to legislated against.
But you can't make laws that will change what's in a person's heart, only each indevidual can do that.
I have the same feelings and needs as you do.
Sometimes a hug would make my day,
So let's be friends ok?
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Monday, September 6, 2010

Book Of The Week

                                  "The Lovely Bones" by Alice Sebold

This is a really good read. I couldn't put The Lovely Bones down once I started it. Told from the point of view of the murdered girl, it chronicles the family's ups and downs after her murder. Susie tells us about her first days in heaven,how she watches over her family and friends wishing she could tell them who her killer is and wanting to comfort her family , but being unable to. It's a touching, warm, sometimes funny tale of what happens to her family after Susie's brutal murder.
I highly recommend The Lovely Bones 
The Lovely Bones



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