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fogglethorpe |
Obituary |
Monday, March 22, 2010 (03:11:30) |
Constitution for the United States of America (March 4, 1789-March 21, 2010)
R.I.P. You will be missed. |
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PinkNeonFlavor |
I'm getting married... |
Sunday, March 21, 2010 (22:18:18) |
Want to guess who?!?
Guess guess...two people!!!!
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nerdgirl |
Guess what everyone |
Sunday, March 21, 2010 (20:49:01) |
IM GETTING MARRIED!!!!!
Wanna guess to who? |
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nerdgirl |
About Romeo (Sarah this is the one we were talkin bout) |
Sunday, March 21, 2010 (19:57:40) |
Once upon a time when I was living in Wiesbaden I met a man online.
When we started talking it went something like this
Jenna" Im getting divorced but thinking about a marriage of convience when its done. Would you do it?
Romeo: What? Ill think about it.
Thats how it started. He was in Iraq and we would talk every chance we got. He started calling me when he could. We would talk and have the webcam on. One time I was cleaning and he started writing messages to Josh. He was tellin Josh that his mommy is crazy (I was so dancing with the broom )
We talked about alot of stuff. My marriage, my past, his past. He was determined to help me get an apt.. he was willing to help me with money but I didnt accept. He was a really sweet guy and funny as hell.
When it comes down to sex... he is the male version of me. (is that scary or what?)
So, we talked and chatted for months and when he finally got r n r he had a layover in Frankfurt and came to visit me. Three hours of bow chaka wow wow and then he had to get back to the airport.
Before we met in person he said he was in love with me.
After I met geeky I told Romeo about him and even then Romeo told me
"Youll always have a special place in my heart. Im always here for you and Im glad you have a man that makes you happy. All I want for you and lil man (Josh) is that you are happy. Even if that means Im not a part of it."
Now. I havent talked to Romeo in a long time. Today we talked and I explained to him that Im in a NO MAN PHASE. I told him I dont want to put any energy into men right now. Im just not interested. He wrote this
baby it is what you want but pls dont make every man miss out on the wonder of you and your touch, your smile, your heart that is something that you should never stop letting people know
After all this time the man still gets to me... and gets me. He never said anything that would make me feel bad. He never said anything that was selfish. Me of course, im a bitch. My straight upness about not being interested hurt him.
He is in germany again but his unit is moving to the states this year. I told him I would like to see him but I dont want to get attached to someone who has to leave (again). His response
But what if Im already attached to you
His first name isnt Romeo. I never believed it was his first name. When he came to visit he told me first name.... its David...
Then he said "You see why I didnt want to tell you my first name? Now, whats my name?"
I made a I HOLLA move with my hand and said "ROMEO!"
Gotta say though.. Romeo is a good name for him. I dont believe in prince charming but he is a sweety (and a freak. My roommate at the time ran to my sister screamin HE IS BEATING HER UP... and my kid came crying to my door... it was crazy)
So here I am wondering if I should see him or not....
I really like him, I always have. I got super excited when I saw him online. After months I still had to smile when he called me his baby. He doesnt say "baby"he sais "my baby".
I asked him how many other women he sais this stuff to and he said just to me. He was sad because I asked that. I guess I should have known better. He never did anything to make me think I couldnt believe him.
We talked about everything... even sex with others. It was no big. We were never together and he wasnt here anways so what it did matter.
After we did meet I was sad as hell when he had to leave again. It was only a few hours. So Im like.. if I spend time with him until he leaves... Its gonna be geeky all over again and I just dont think I have the nerve for that right now.
I really like him. The last thing I need is to like him even more knowing that he has to leave.
Shit, I still think about geeky every damn day.... I just choose not to talk about it. Because I know it wont change anything and its not like I have to talk about it. I speak harsh words of truth, even to myself. Which is why I am fully capable of calling myself a bitch because sometimes I piss myself off. Its acually kinda funny though. At least I think it is.
So Sarah. Now you know who Romeo is. Do you think I should see him while he is still here or not? I mean he is a few hours away so we wouldnt be able to see each other much anyway but I JUST DONT KNOW.... ugh
See, I always have the answer. But when the heart comes into play its a whole other game.... and that is exactly why Ive been staying from men.
Frankly. I think my heart is a stupid mother fucker and should be locked up. Yeah.. I like that.
Ok so there it is.
What do you think?
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nerdgirl |
Ahem... ATTENTION LOW RATERS |
Sunday, March 21, 2010 (18:55:18) |
| Grow a pair and speak up when you low rate you morons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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zoe_in_a_bubble |
Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure. |
Sunday, March 21, 2010 (18:40:25) |
| "but let it be infinite while it lasts" |
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AndreyFisht |
Miracle Of Words. |
Sunday, March 21, 2010 (16:33:05) |
Once,I didnt write haiku and other short styles.Maybe I couldnt or didnt want.
One day a man showed me haiku.
-So what?-asked I then.
-So,that it is magic words,they are alive.-said he.
-In what way?
-You can change things.And you must animate them,to get life in them.
-I ll try.
I tried but they were just foolish sentences with no soul in it.So,I read his haiku and some books in it.
Once,in Japan was created chain "haikai" in which was seen "hokku"-"starting verse" of haikai or tanka.It was so called Edo Period(1600-1868)(Basho,Yosa Buson.Kobayshi Issa).Then was Masaoka Shiki reform in 1892 with a rule of 5-7-5 syllables(17).The term"haiku" appeared,where 1st line-image,2nd-action,3d-summary of 1st and 2nd.But this rule is a part of one of haiku schools.There are many of them,even now!Some are using formulas 3-5-3 and others.
-Why should be 5-7-5?-asked I that man.
-They said it is ancient magic figure animating words.-answered he.
I dont like limit and steel rules,but...who knows?Maybe... |
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Zbird |
No, there is no rating committee to rate the slams |
Sunday, March 21, 2010 (13:11:02) |
I am often asked who rates the slams? Why aren't the raters rating my slam? Is there a committee to rate the slams and why aren't they rating them all fairly?
So, here it is folks! There is no slam rating committee. It is you! Yes, any and all poets on this site are welcome to rate the slams and in fact should try to rate a few slams each day. If you are in a slam and want your slam and your poems rated then you should be rating other poets in the slams.
And a big one! If you set up the slam then dang! you should be in there rating every poet in your slam. If anyone is obligated to rate the poems in a slam it is the person who set up the slam.
So, get out there - support your fellow poets - rate the slams - join a few slams - and play nice! be fair in your ratings.
Hope this provides some useful information. |
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Kinky-Minky |
Im struggling today..but Im ok... |
Sunday, March 21, 2010 (06:30:18) |
I'm finding that this pain is still consuming, but nowhere near as bad as it was. The twisting knife is now like flesh peeled from muscle (Gross I know but it was the best way I could describe the feeling) The tears still fall down my cheeks, this heart still aches for nothing more than him...but.... I dont need him.
If he isnt going to call me to check on me he doesnt care, and I dont want to grovel to a man who could care less. He didnt keep his promises, then hes a liar. There is nothing I can do to change the way it all played out. The best I can do is keep pushing through these days. I know the pain will ease a litle more every few weeks. Hopefully I can be whole again eventually. For now though its nice to feel close to normal again. To be able to think logically and rationally again. I hurt so bad thinking im never gonna hear from him again, but its such a relief knowing I CAN make it. For a while I wasnt sure.
To keep missing everything I thought I had but in truth Did I ever really have it or was he just a good actor? Its easier for me to believe he was just a good actor. That he doesnt give a crap about me. That I wont hear from him. Im learning to live without him. Im doing it. I laughed for the first time in a month and a half today. (Thank you Chuck) I actually LAUGHED. It felt so good!!! It means im healing. ANd im grateful. Maybe tomorow I can hang with my friends and smile about something...Im keeping my fingers crossed that I made a real breakthrough today.
I realize I'm never gonna be over Michael...but I'm gonna learn to smile again without him. Ill love again, Im sure...maybe not as much but I'm gonna be fine. I dont really have a choice, my life still goes on with or without him. Though I still wish vehemently that it was WITH him...Im strong enough to let go and hope he has what he is happy today. I miss him terribly. More each day. I still cry everynight, but at least during the day, I feel normalness returning to me. Its a relief after all the ungodly pain ive been going through these past few weeks. To KNOW im gonna make it instead of just believing I will.
Thanks again to all my GP fam. I love yall to death!!! |
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Ramonez |
The Photo Album - Part 2 |
Sunday, March 21, 2010 (03:18:11) |
Kruger National Park, South Africa, three years ago
A man in a khaki uniform waved down the dust-red Land Cruiser as it pulled up at the Phalaborwa entrance gate to the Kruger National Park. Mark clicked his tongue. ‘As if I wasn’t going to stop.’
‘He’s just doing his job, Mark. Now, I know you’re irritated and hot and bothered and whatnot, but please remember that it’s nobody’s fault that the air-con packed up a hundred and twenty kilos ago. We might as well get used to the heat; according to 5FM it’s going to be a scorcher.’ Janine opened the cubby hole and took out a Baby Wipe. ‘Would you like one, sweetheart?’
‘No. Can’t stand the smell of that stuff.’
‘I wasn’t talking to you, Mark. Amy, honey?’ Janine waved the Baby Wipe like a white flag between the two front seats, looking at the khaki-clad man approaching them. His lips were moving as if he was talking to himself. ‘Ames? Babes?’
Amy sat in the middle of the back seat. She had pulled out the arm rest and wrapped her legs around it. She had crisscrossed the seatbelts in such a way that she could hook her arms through them, creating a kind of harness.
‘Ames?’ Janine turned around. Amy was pale, and there was a milky haze in her eyes.
‘What the hell is he doing now?’ Mark said, tapping the steering wheel. ‘Not just doing his job now, is he, Janine? Look. He’s just standing there talking to himself.’
The Baby Wipe went cold between Janine’s fingers. ‘Mark.’ She wanted to climb over the CD compartment between the front seats, but shock had taken all sense of feeling and coordination from her; Janine felt sick and only just managed to tap her husband on the shoulder.
‘Hey! I don’t like those shit … wipey things. Get it away from me!’
Amy’s eyes were turning Baby Wipe white, and she was drooling. She was shaking and the seatbelts were eating away at the sensitive skin under her arms. Janine tried to reach out again but it felt as if she had been frozen to the spot.
‘Would you look at this guy? Probably from Malawi or some shithole!’ Mark leaned out the window. ‘Hey! It’s hot. Can we get a move on? We have a reservation, you know?’
Using his clipboard the man gestured for Mark to wait just a moment, please.
‘How rude. Doesn’t even look me in the eye. Probably been smoking dagga. Bloody immigrants.’
Janine turned her head in slow motion and looked at the man. His eyes were that same milky colour, only a little more yellow. He was staring straight at Amy. |
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PinkNeonFlavor |
Is this love so deep...? |
Saturday, March 20, 2010 (23:30:01) |
As I type this, thinking of the respect and love so deep where I feel a yearning feel that of a hot summer day except 10 time more deep I try to make out this decision...It's a yearning so unbreakable, and if the you were sure to know the other person felt the same potent feelings, that 'love' would be inevitable. Very much so. You may not love me anymore because I somewhat lied to myself like my poem 'You Were My Everything' stated, but I love YOU nevertheless.
What I'm beginning to wonder as weird feelings stem from a feeling so strong, is when I tickle myself, or kiss my pillow (this is embarrassing)is if this love built of for him is so strong that I feel it with him although I not, or am I sick because I love a person I can never have, inducing a yearn for his touch as I am my own supplier?? |
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