Juicee_419 What's up? - August 07, 2009 add/view comments (0) |
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My name is Ariel I am a author I am happy to say that I now have all of my poems published in my book titled What Images Reflect, my editor/graphic designer and friend Chris did an amazing job. If you would like to purchase it here is the link, http://www.cafepress.com/heave nsarc. I would appreciate the support. I have recently lost a total of 40 pounds and I am happy about that. I am now taking guitar lessons, I love to sing, make candles as well as my own hair products. I am very ambitious,goal oriented,creative and artistic. I'm not looking for a relationship or anything like that, I keep my page mainly to see how I am progressing and I have to say I love it. I feel like what is meant for me will be for me and I will get whatever that is when God feels I'm mature enough to go to the next level. Have a blessed day everyone. Oh and I have a facebook page I don't get on here much which is the reason I'm providing it. My name on there is Ariel JustaDoll Lynn, if you add me please speak first because its courteous and respectful. :)
I came home, went straight to my room, sat on the edge of my bed, kicked off my shoes, unhooked my bra, and I had myself a good cry. I'm telling you, I cried until my nose was running all over the silk blouse I got on sale. I cried until my ears were hot. I cried until my head was hurting so bad that I could hardly see the pile of soiled tissues lying on the floor at my feet. I want you to understand, I had myself a really good cry yesterday. Yesterday, I cried, for all the days that I was too busy, or too tired, or too mad to cry. I cried for all the days, and all the ways, and all the times I had dishonored, disrespected, and disconnected my Self from myself, only to have it reflected back to me in the ways others did to me the same things I had already done to myself. I cried for all the things I had given, only to have them stolen; for all the things I had asked for that had yet to show up; for all the things I had accomplished, only to give them away, to people in circumstances, which left me feeling empty, and battered and plain old used. I cried because there really does come a time when the only thing left for you to do is cry. Yesterday, I cried. I cried because little boys get left by their daddies; and little girls get forgotten by their mommies; and daddies don't know what to do, so they leave; and mommies get left, so they get mad. I cried because I had a little boy, and because I was a little girl, and because I was a mommy who didn't know what to do, and because I wanted my daddy to be there for me so badly until I ached. Yesterday, I cried. I cried because I hurt. I cried because I was hurt. I cried because hurt has no place to go except deeper into the pain that caused it in the first place, and when it gets there, the hurt wakes you up. I cried because it was too late. I cried because it was time. I cried because my soul knew that I didn't know that my soul knew everything I needed to know. I cried a soulful cry yesterday, and it felt so good. It felt so very, very bad. In the midst of my crying, I felt my freedom coming, Because Yesterday, I cried with an agenda. <strong</strong> ~ ~We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls. We are weaned from our timidity In the flush of love's light we dare be brave And suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free. PINK_PAN_TEA_07 @YAHOO.COM ~ ~ FRIENDS
   
  
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