Alone in LabradorAway, away from the loud noises and scrabble of humanity Up the stairs slow and laimed Up and up to my room of solitary confinement Or as I like to call it,Alone in Labrador
The room where only I understand me
Four beds Four girls Two languages Only one that can speak mine ... Me
The wind here howls like a pack of ravinous wolves Waiting untill you turn your back To devour your soul I wish I was not one with the wind
Then I could let them feed And run forever with the pack
My last standThe words are faded with time The paper creased and fragrant with age They are all I have left Crumpled memories of happiness and loveMy last stand
Each word cherished
Each letter written upon my heart Never to be forgotten Never to be erased
They are to be the memoirs of her love
The only one to love me for me The last one to have the chance For I have shut the doors to love
My pleaLouise Postulo. You may not have known her personally but I bed that you noticed her absence in our small town. Do you remember that time you found the injured bird and didn’t know who to call? You looked up the SPCA but being late at night you got the machine. Hearing the birds pleading cries you dialed the emergency cell phone number and promptly got a tired but kind woman who after hearing the story said she would be there. The clock ticked on as the bird shuffled in the shoe box. Before you know it she’s there clad in a professional looking SPCA jacket in her pajama bottoms! She takes the little creature from the box and examineMy plea
| I am me, there is no other people that cam be the me that I am. I spent my last nine month in Katimavik (a voulinteer program that takes you across canada to do voulineer work) and it was the most amazing thing in my life. |
Devious Journal Entry
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Visit my GALLERIES
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Avatar: `arrioch
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Much loved
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Stop there and let me correct it,
I wanna live a life from a new perspective,
You come along because I love your face,
And I'll admire your expensive taste.
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LUKE 12:4-5 Ecclesiastes 3:8 Genesis 18 Satan is vanquished and Jesus is King
Freedom AIN'T Free! SUPPORT OUR TROOPS--ALL THE WAY!
Founder & Leader of IRAOKC & ~Global-RAOK-Club
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Black melt
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"There was a time when you would have taken my heart by stake or gun. Now you have taken it with these delicate hands and the scent of your body". Jean-Claude, The Killing Dance. LK.H
Remarkably sweet in a vamp sort of way, eh? Haha
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by frost.
Amazing avatar done by *Diikae
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