The Pondering of a Confessional Poet. September 1, 2017 by confirmstatushere. Have I ever told you that I hate the quiet? Some people fill it with busy minds, myself? I reflect, which is possibly the worst thing that someone can do when they have no pieces of them left that are useful.

Thank you for my death. Let it be by your hand. And as our eyes touch. I will enter oblivion, elegantly. In a river of blood.

Help me, Amanda Palmer, You are my Only Hope. Another book that will surely fix it. I am paralyzed with fear. At the thought of asking for. That i am a forgotten child? Ignored by my own parents. That asking for help was futile. Only served as a reminder. Of how little i meant. But i try to keep reading.

My Musings on Life, Love, Fear and Everything Else. I have a strong belief in God and in the deliverance that His Son Jesus gave us but I come at this from a Jewish perspective as I am Jewish.

Chaos Girl and the Real World. My husband sent me this link. You can find it on page 23 of the latest Woven Tale Press.

Learn from yesterday, live for today, and hope for tomorrow! August 4, 2015. Ready to walk on through? This week, share an image of a door. What is your inspiration? What is it that never fails to motivate you, to get you going, or make you happy? Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. Japanese Tea Garden at Memorial Herman Park. Today is your lucky day. You get three wishes, granted to you by.

By Megan Blaney aka wiedienacht. The green and golden snake is hanging. It whispers to me softly. I can take away your cares. Near empty cans of paint and. Forgotten dolls with no heads. I push away the whispers every time I go. To stow or fetch my clothes. But the wear begins to show.