FrustrationFrustration. Easily created Not quite as easy to get rid of. A new beginning, but with too much stress. Annoyances small and irritating- One letter of a keyboard sticking- A teacher’s recommendation gone awry- Little things adding up. Building pressures- Little glimmers of hope and happiness. But still the frustration dots the day. Dry skin that itches and scales- no matter what lotion or precautions you may take. Frigidly cold weather.Frustration
It all adds up like a vine Creeping from the ground up my legs, Suffocation the little joys Ste
An Independent RoseIndependence- It’s a new concept. I don’t rely on someone to hold me up; I hold myself up. I was once the arbor that held up a mess of vines. Now I am the rose. Standing alone, but among many friends. Though I wish there were more roses around me- I don’t need there to be.An Independent Rose
I am content. I am happy. I am the person I should have been a long time ago. I am driven and determined. I am beautiful from the inside out. I am loved.
Hope then for the future- Months flying by- Constant caring and respect. No games. &n
Something Sayssomething says it shouldnt be something says its wrong. Something says we're meant to be, meant to sing a duet song.Something Says
Can it be that this is what contents the heart of all? Is it this untwisting mess of comfort, fear, and love?
something says it shouldnt be something says its wrong. something says we're meant to be, meant to sing a duet song.
maybe we've forgotten now the things that really matter. maybe all the little things have clouded out the simple points.
something says it shouldnt be something says its wrong.
Far From ThereA song is on the wind, a hope is in the air, but there it stays, banished now, for you are far from here.Far From There
Music plays a far off song, it wanders through my mind, but there it stays, present now, for you are far from here.
Far far from here, where you are, I'm not near. But in your heart I'll always be, never far, always near.
A word is on your tongue, a thought sharp in your mind, and out it comes, unrestrained, for I am far from there.
A feeling crosses through your heart, a memory of some
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You're a pretty pretty princess!
Glinda: I believe you'll remember my essay, 'Wands: Need They have a Point?'
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