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I had a cat called misty, he died a couple of years back. I remember he was in the car with me outside UL, so sunny and skinny! oh he was so skinny and I felt so sorry for him. He was scared and lonely and I remember holding him like I did when he was a baby.Posted By Tamara On 08.18.2012 @ 10:16 am
The glass was half empty. No, full. I never knew which one I was, positive or negative. My mother always told me to look on the bright side of life, but this was becoming increasingly difficult. Yesterday, he’d crashed the car into a ditch while updating his Facebook status about how depressed he was about breaking up with his girlfriend.Posted By Tamara On 08.22.2012 @ 4:28 am
hanna was walking on the railroad. just walking walking walking….. never stop, she kept thinking, never stop. leave it behind, she thought, dont let them catch you dont let them if you just dont turn around nothing will happen just keep walking to a better place….Posted By tamara On 07.03.2012 @ 11:39 am
Something’s lodged in my heart I can’t feel Can’t breathe Can’t speak Perfect She’s coming I hear her But do I run? Do I hide? No. This time I’m standing up for myself. I stand proud Labret glinting Head held high And then… I’m on the floor Dazed My head hurts How did I get here? Did she…she hit me! In shock Reeling My mouth is bleeding Are you happy now? Please I’m done Just leave me be I flee Lock the door Clutch my cure Hold it to my throat Wonder Is this it? Am I going to do it? No. I can’t. But… I will. One clean slice and it’s done. A nice mess for them to clean up too Screaming in pain Clawing at myself Oh, God, why won’t this end? Please, someone, help me! I try to speak I try to breathe No air No voice Too slow Burst open the door Run But – the stairs! SHIT.
The prognosis: One broken arm One sprained ankle A scar on my throat And another failed suicide Lucky to be alive? Yeah. I bet. I failed again Why can’t I die?Posted By Tamara On 05.24.2012 @ 10:54 am
Everyone can relate to something. A Word, a person, a world they live in. Things are shared between unlimited groups and people will forever make the connections, like an unstoppable force.
And when people join up to relate to one another, when people find their place among their peers, we call that family and we hold on and never let go.Posted By Tamara On 10.21.2011 @ 7:17 am
I feel like morality is something that doesn’t come from religion alone, it comes from a person’s ability to empathize. It’s about treating others the way you would want to be treated and that doesn’t mean it has to come from believing in a certain religion. Morality is something that should be inherent and good morals should come from good parents or past experiences. It makes me mad to think that people assume religion is solely responsible for one’s morals.Posted By Tamara On 10.04.2011 @ 11:21 pm
i don’t suppose that you actually know what it feels like when you come around stomping with your huge boots and try to squish all of our mortals. yes, not all of us can be tall, handsome and athetic and have anyone we want at our feet but that still doesn’t mean that you should treat me as your servant. I deserve better than that.Posted By Tamara On 10.03.2011 @ 2:42 pm
Everyday is a discovery. Cliche, I know, but we forget it so often. Some people never even discovered that each day is a new revelation of the world and ourselves. Just today I find out how much someone loves me, how much some people like to wreck their days, but being aware of all of it is what makes you really live.Posted By Tamara On 08.13.2011 @ 8:07 am
it wasnt long before i’d won the prize. i’d worked hard for it all my life. in the early hours of the morning, it was waiting for me on the window sill. i was awake very early in the morning and it had wafted its smell up the stairs. i had won, and my prize was delicious, aromatic and glazed. chocolate cake. my favourite trophy.Posted By tamara On 07.18.2011 @ 10:46 pm
I’ve never won a trophy, I don’t strive to win one, either. A bit too shiny, too self-centered, too look-at-me and my golden ears. But maybe that’s just jealousy. I would like to think that if I ever win one, it would collect dust in a closet and not gleam with polish and beg for praise.Posted By Tamara On 07.18.2011 @ 6:08 pm