| Show way. Done by hand. |
[Jan. 13th, 2008|05:18 am] |
When I hear the foot steps coming in the dark, I will light the lantern.
I will hold it up
hold the lantern to the highest corners of the quilt.
I will illuminate the show way
I will help them see.
maybe they will come to understand.
Nobody's babies should ever be slaves.
Not unless their babies want to be. |
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[May. 23rd, 2007|11:15 pm] |
I may paint stars over the hole but in the end it is only paint.
and this is where the post ends because she doesn't know how to put the feelings into words. |
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| Practicing talking. pt 1. |
[May. 21st, 2007|12:02 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  aggravated | ] |
I'm not good at talking alot. The words glitter but the shine fades fast and floats to heaven. It's hard to be heard when the words float to the sky.
But maybe the words aren't real anyway. Or maybe they were meant to float away. Or maybe I should just say what's on my feet.
I really didn't like being in New Jersey. I don't like New Jersey much anyway, but, I was very unhappy living in that house for the length of time that I did. And it was hard to be there for the weekend that I was. And her father makes me very angry and upset. I don't like that he tells her to shut up every time she opens her mouth.
I had a pretty shitty weekend. |
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[Sep. 30th, 2006|01:30 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | lip curled | ] |
| [ | music |
| | loading my rifle | ] |
Where's the black and blue?! |
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