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posted on Feb, 10 2009 @ 03:07 PM
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Originally posted by Blogstalker
Tomorrow it's back to my real life,
Employee, mother and sometimes wife.




And don't forget a "friend" as well,
Even though these friendships are through a computer or cell.

A friend is a friend, no matter how far,
now as for your poem I shall give you a star.

Rush




posted on Feb, 10 2009 @ 06:34 PM
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Girls

Girls definitely have the most fun,
I know this without a doubt.
Somethings I can openly tell
Best not let the others out.

Shoes and purses,
We like to buy.
I have too many,
I will not lie.

Exasperated the husband will say,
"Another purse, tell me why?"
I just smile and casually reply,
"It made me honey, I was forced to buy."

As for the things,
I cannot tell.
My lips are sealed,
Only women know them well.

How can I say this,
And be discreet.
But when it happens
It's a real treat.

I'll leave it at that
For you to construe.
The conclusions drawn,
Are up to you.

Beauty and pampering,
With secrets beguiling.
Are what make girls special,
And keep us smilng.



posted on Feb, 10 2009 @ 06:38 PM
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Oh My god. Love it.

So true...So true.

- Carrot



posted on Feb, 12 2009 @ 09:05 AM
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Senses

With eyes wide open,
How blind can you be.
Or is it an act,
You've perfected for me.

I speak my mind,
With a silent voice.
Your ears are closed,
I have no choice.

Your hands grown cold,
And no longer touch.
Reaching out, why bother,
Doesn't get me much.

Lips that speak sharp,
No understanding or grace.
The kisses quick,
Contempt in your face.

My senses are crisp,
And unfortunately see.
The things that are no longer,
Between you and me.

Is it too late,
To reconnect our hearts.
Or do we live our lives,
As seperate parts.

Is it up to you?
Do you open your eyes?
And see the senses,
That tell no lies.

[edit on 2/12/2009 by Blogstalker]



posted on Feb, 17 2009 @ 05:32 PM
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Toys

Toys aren't just for kids anymore,
They are fun for adults to explore.

Take the time to have some fun,
What a better world for everyone.

Kyaks, bikes, tvs and balls,
Naughty or nice, where ever your heart falls.

Vary your fun, you won't be bored,
Get rid of the tension you have stored.

Don't let anyone tell you how to play,
To each his own, it's the only way.

So make yourself number one,
And don't delay have some fun.

[edit on 2/17/2009 by Blogstalker]



posted on Feb, 22 2009 @ 08:07 AM
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Don't you ever hear me cry,
Quietly at night
And wonder why.

Laying close and yet so far,
Cold and distant
Gnawing at my heart, leaving a scar.

Morning dawns with the usual quiet,
Making our way
My minds a turmoil, a riot.

We live our seperate lives,
In the same place and time
Occasionally together, the place arrives.

The realization is deep,
And the tears are gone.
Another fresh dawn I awake from my sleep.



posted on Feb, 22 2009 @ 08:14 AM
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I love it Blog and it brings a tear to my eye, I can relate.

Rush



posted on Feb, 22 2009 @ 06:43 PM
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Easier

It is always easier to walk away
Than to speak and and let me hear you say

The words that I want to hear
Whispered to me in my ear.

I beg and plead but you are deaf
Which leaves me confused and bereft.

Do you not care to touch
Just say so, you owe me that much.

The thoughts that are in my mind
May be wrong but you don't talk you seem blind

Tell me now and end the strain
This kind of life leads only to pain

Tears they fall from my eyes
And another days ends full of lies



posted on Feb, 22 2009 @ 10:16 PM
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HUGS!!!!!!!!!!

Rush



posted on Feb, 28 2009 @ 07:30 AM
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Fourteen

She rolled her eyes,
And shook her head.
Listening to me talk,
Her mind full of dread.

She didn't care,
What I had to say.
Plotting her escape.
How to get away.

Hot tempered, opinionated,
And stubborn is she.
Sensitive and smart,
Just like her mother, me.

Mystifying and relaxed
Anger fades as soon as started.
Comforting, loving
Forgotten angst soon departed.

Years gone by, we'll have a laugh
Happy that, they did pass.
How being fourteen she did sass,
And very nearly kicked our ass.



posted on Feb, 28 2009 @ 01:05 PM
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I'm sure it's a phase Bloggy - one day she'll look back and realize that you knew what you were talking about...



- Carrot



posted on Feb, 28 2009 @ 09:31 PM
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I love it Blog. And as a mom of a teenage daughter I can certainly relate. Yes, they will grow out of it..............we may not live that long, but they'll grow out of it.

Rush



posted on Mar, 1 2009 @ 05:18 AM
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Is it all up to you
The way things go.
Do you talk?
Or do you just say no.

Idling by,
Wondering my fate.
Waiting for answers
Is it too late.

Never the one,
To be in charge.
Wanting my turn,
Feeling at large.

Friendships, life,
Are about give and take.
But you I feel,
Are just a fake.

Drawn in too often,
By your wit and charm.
Hard to resist,
Do you see the harm?

Not sure why,
My mind to purge.
Of what brings me down,
The negative urge.

A recurring theme
For me I know.
I want to get past it.
The attitude, the bad flow.

Real friends remind me,
When you see me down.
How life's a joy.
And not a perpetual frown

[edit on 3/1/2009 by Blogstalker]



posted on Mar, 1 2009 @ 08:44 AM
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Hugs my friend.

Rush



posted on Mar, 3 2009 @ 06:01 AM
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Losers tend to find each other
What does that make me?
Not a loser but what one attracts,
Is that what we are destined to be?

The people that are in our lives
Ones we love and meet
Do they define us?
Are they part of the fleet?

Most people I like to think
Add to our days
Bringing joy and love
And easing lifes difficult ways.

Even the ones that come and go quickly
Always add to the game
Leaving behind with us
Another piece of the frame.

Toxic friends, we all have some
Who make their permanent mark
And after using us all up
Leave us confused and stark

Who do you try to be?
Which friend are you?
Honest and caring
Or venomous and untrue

I strive for the truth
And always a laugh
Someone who'll listen
On your behalf.

How anyone sees me
I often do not know
But if true to oneself
What others believe is what you show.

[edit on 3/3/2009 by Blogstalker]



posted on Mar, 9 2009 @ 11:10 AM
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Have you ever had your trust in doubt?
People who then shut you out.

My word is my honor there's never a fear.
The things you have told me will stay with me, near.

Trust is hard won for most people I know.
Including myself, I try not to show.

Friendships are based on mutual respect.
With give and take and not with neglect.




[edit on 3/9/2009 by Blogstalker]



posted on Mar, 15 2009 @ 03:08 PM
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I just want someone who gives a ****,
Who cares enough to listen a bit.

Someone who isn't always right,
Who knows there are others in this fight.

The world doesn't revolve around one,
Getting your attention is hard won.

Look around and see me?
Pay attention or set me free.

There is only so much I can do.
To get you out of yourself, out of you.

It gets to the point I no longer care,
You talk to me, a blank stare.

Let me know when you are ready to commit,
And I'll let you know if I still give a ****.



posted on Mar, 15 2009 @ 04:48 PM
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You're in my head now. How is it in there?

Rush

XX



posted on Mar, 15 2009 @ 04:58 PM
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If you are in mine I shouldn't have to tell you lol.

Best guess though muddled



posted on Mar, 17 2009 @ 04:55 AM
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I would like to preface this poem by saying it was inspired by the other morning at work, after a particulary hard night with patients and a coworker. The day shift came in and the "boys" as we call them proceeded to tell me how many F-bombs I dropped. One said 4 the other said 2. It was finally decided I dropped 4, 2 of which were well said and well place.
The receiver of these delicacies was my immediate superior. I was venting about the inadequacies of a fellow coworker and a few got sprinkled in..she didn't say anything just tried to get away...she isn't a very adequate superior I might add. So here it is and "enjoy".. I have to work with said, inadequate coworker tonight, it should be interesting




F-bombs fly,
From every which way.
Especially when I'm annoyed
Dare I say?

It's my favorite word,
And perhaps not proper.
Especially from a lady
But who's going to stop her.

Leveled at anyone
Who gets in my way
Out they come
To make my day.

Not always said
With venom and ire.
But to make a point
When the needs require.

Don't judge me,
For the words I choose
It's only for affect
And to deflate my fuse.

Do not run
Or go and hide
I say the F-bombs
With a thrill and pride.




[edit on 3/17/2009 by Blogstalker]



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