Medication

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Pharmaceutical companies have found a way to cure every ailment under the sun.

Are you sad?

Are you angry?

Does it hurt when you breathe?

Then have no fear because you will be made “right” again.

Take this pill.

Drink this syrup.

And call me in the morning.

But there is no medicine that can put me straight, no prescription they can write me.

There is nothing they can give me that will alleviate me of my lonely heart.

Pandora’s Box

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Wearing only Chanel and underwear,

She offers Pandora’s Box,

Hoping that the night will lead her to love.

 

Hands grabbing at unrealistic expectations of love,

Teetering on the thin line between whore and desirable,

Between being a lover and being loved.

 

Stumbling home on broken heels,

Passing the old cathedral,

Life never is what you expect .

I Will Always Remeber

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It was finally here. As much as I didn’t want it to be, it was. It was Thursday, the day of Sean’s wake.

I remember everything as if it had happened yesterday. It was the Monday after spring break; I was sitting on my bed just messing around on the Internet when I got a tweet from one of my former classmates from high school.

WTF? RIP Sean L & Andrew M

I just sat there. What did she mean by that? Andrew wasn’t dead, let alone Sean. After a quick few moments I logged onto Facebook to find out what was going on, I went onto Sean’s profile and there on his Wall after a dozen “Happy Birthday!” messages  was the first sign that something wasn’t right.

Teri Hatcher Struggles with Pain on the Path to Happiness

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Desperate Housewives star Teri Hatcher has had a year full of medical problems, including broken ribs and a “frozen shoulder,” but as she told Prevention in their June issue, it’s not slowing her down in finding love and happiness.

Hatcher’s medical problems began when she turned 45 after she cracked two ribs falling off a ladder while helping build a stage for her daughter’s birthday party.  Then, while filming ABC’s hit reality show Desperate Housewives, she broke another two ribs while pole dancing.  But all of these maladies have taken a backseat to her “frozen shoulder.”  Frozen shoulder, medically referred to as adhesive capsulitis, causes stiffness and chronic pain in the shoulder area and greatly restricts movement of the arm.  It’s sometimes associated with perimenopause (which Hatcher has stated that she does not have), and is found in women between the ages of 45 and 55.  The disease lasts for about two years, and then, just like magic, disappears.

Forbidden

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How do they not see what we see?

It’s beautiful, not ugly

We love as they love

Hope as they hope

Dream as they dream.

Yet we are wrong.

We are different, so we are damned

Shunned, banned, abused

One day we wish to be free

Free of your hate

No more hiding, no more fear

Once we are free like everyone else

This country will live up to it’s name!

When Doves Cry

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The soft laughing of a girl filled the evening air as a boy whispered something in her ear. She playfully punched his shoulder brfore looking down at her wrist-watch and realized the time was later than she thought. She motioned to the boy that it was time for her to go home. He put his arms around her to signal hat he didn’t want her to leave him. When she tried to escape from his grasp Tom voiced his thoughts on the matter.

“You can’t stay there! You’ll die if you do,”

Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

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“Come on! Move faster!” Rhett yelled at the car in front of him. Of all times for him to be

stuck in traffic, this was the worst. He needed to get to Anna. He combed his fingers through his curly dark brown hair and slammed his palm onto the steering wheel causing the horn to blare at the old woman’s Caddy. “Move!” But alas, the car in front of him crawled on the asphalt. He glanced at the clock on the dash, 12:13 am. He looked up to the moon through the windshield and prayed. Prayed that he wasn’t too late.

 

A Little bit of Contradiction or My Search for the Shore

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I cross the ocean of life,
Raging sea of black and purple.
But in the storm there is asylum, not far in the distance.
However it is a siren in disguise, tempting me off course.

Its sweet song seduces,
Filling my head with wonder and lies.
But I see through the fabrications,
And continue my travels.

The farther I swim away from him,
The more his call fills me to my brim.
Saturating my mind and bosom,
With its lust and antagonism.

I ignore its tune,
And continue to search for the shore.