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My eyes peel open like the lens covering a camera; my limbs feel like it has been raining bricks in my sleep. I rise, a soldier climbing out of a foxhole after a 42 day battle. I stand, a baby calf learning to walk. How old am I today? My body needs more sleep addicteed to the 5 year old mattress, but I can't satisfy my urges. It gets harder to breathe. Nauseas consumes every breath, a cactus stuck to my chest, feathers tickling air in my lungs. My arms, blood replaced with lead, attempting to do the morning routine; put in contacts, scrub the teeth, brush th hair. When did I beomce so decrepit? The reflection in the mirror

You shook me up like the decorative table snow globes the devasting blizzard smothering my snowmen and igloos crushing them till they can no longer be seen my protective fort crushed by the nickel sized snowflakes pouring down from the sky a niagra falls of pain snowflake after snowflake filling in the snowangels with the pleasure of a god

Somedays  I wish I could be that white dove flying over everyone, watching them and perhaps bringing peace to some. I want to surround myself with weddings and memorable occasions. Instead I am a college student forced to watch things on the ground; a chicken; just a bystander who can't fly away. I look for those graceful creatures to bring me some awe inspiring God devine inspiration or some oceanly blue calmness; but on campus, the only ones looking over us are the brown bushy tailed squirrels who thorw nuts at you as they try to befriend you.

Father, I am ready to obey your commands you have given. I will surrender my will my wants, my desires, plans, and even dreams so that I may honor you. I hand everything over to you so that you might guide me with your wisdom back to the path lighted with the truth of your words. You are my Lord, my savior, and without you, I would be just a simple seed tossed onto unfertile ground of hot cement where the sun would bake me. Instead your loving words caught me, a seed in the wind to be carried to the most fertile soil, your love. Where a small mustard seed can grow into something huge. Father, I am yours to command and I

I paint my nails in the feminine light pink, blow dry my hair straight as thin silk and put on my colorful clothes to draw your attention like a peacock's feathers. I want you to find be breathtaking. A supermodel gorgeous with the girl next door charm. I dress myself up to be the woman you want, and you do fall in love with the person I am not. YOu want real love where conversations are deep like ARistotle or Socrates, but you love the way I shake my hips. A snake charmer hymnotizing those who watch my body sway to the beat. Eventually the dance ends, the pasrty is over and reality comes back to tell us; we could never love

Your expectations of me to a Britney Spears look a like, Jessica Simpson attitude, a soccer Mom career, and a slave to your judgement on how the house should be governed. I get paid less then men, because THEY have a family to pay for. I still do 81 percent of scrubbing the house clean so itl ooks important enough to be the home of the president. I raise the kids while you sit on the couch I cleaned 5 minutes ago and ask me "What's for dinner?" My steps barely come off the floor, I just got done from working eight hours and picking the kids up from school. "Where's my dinner?" "It'll be done shortly." My mind left me year

You took my identity away. I was a woman once, now I'm just an extension of you. Allowing you to treat me like the mundane dog with natty hair that you kick in the side when it asks for a bite of dinner. I'm supposed to be your equal, your partner. I"m supposed to have the same rights as you. The same expectations, the same stanards. Yet I can't drive late when the sky is black. I"m incapable of seeing the demons of humanity that only your eyes can see at night. I'm not allowed to travel my myself, men will inslave me because of my inferior position. I am raised differently then you, but I'm supposed to match you. I'm told t

This is a very old English folk song and it is the second best definition of love that I know.  The first is in the Bible, I Corinthians 13, which talks about how love is patient and kind, that it hopes for the best in people, believes that they can achieve what they need to become, and (the most difficult) is willing to endure what ever love requires of them.  The most important part about this definition is that it states that whatever we do, if we do it without love, then that action is worthless. It is a wonderful definition and I think that it is worth looking at no matter what you think about Christ, Christians, or Christianity. There

There is a dolphin That comes to me When I'm out In the creek in my boat From time to time I'll watch for her But her time is her time And she never comes when I look I go out there To think and float To sit and slowly drift And only when my mind is away Tangled in a quiet reverie That she'll break the surface And smiles at me And with a wink And is gone again I haven't the ears to hear her words Nor the eyes to see her world And I know that as I go She hasn't the care for mine So for now It must be enough That this is all we share A moment, a tide, A quiet ride, And a silent breath of air