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Detectives, police work to collar the suspect..to nab..to grab..The excellent work, the clues lead to a collar. Then the smaller collar on the wrists, then in a cage, like a dog. Dog collar.

Posted By tgodiva On 01.26.2012 @ 5:15 pm

In High School the best days were Rally Days. They were held in the Quad an outdoor circular depression in the middle of the school. I never attended them I always took the opportunity to go hang out with other friends who never attended either.

Posted By tgodiva On 09.14.2011 @ 10:04 am

the existence of trust is but a myth. No one trusts anybody. It does not exist

Posted By tgodiva On 09.07.2011 @ 9:34 pm

I remember being young and learning the dreaded long division. I could not do it the way the teacher taught. Many long days and night trying to do it her way. I could see the answer but could not write it all out. So my answer would be right but the method wrong.

Posted By tgodiva On 09.05.2011 @ 10:28 am

rub into the wound. make me hurt. say it is for healing. it makes it worse. but you know that. that is why you do it. you like me hurting wounded and rubbing salt into it makes you happy.

Posted By tgodiva On 09.02.2011 @ 1:18 pm

I take your pain, your happiness, your hatred. I soak it up. I am the sponge. I take it and hold until someone hugs me then i can release it. I take your stuff and hold it until someone notices and hugs me.

Posted By tgodiva On 09.01.2011 @ 11:44 am

Strolling down the avenue. Looking at the shops. Wishing I could go in and buy the pretty things I see, but a plate of glass and pocket full of lint keeps me from doing so. So I will stroll down the avenue looking at the shops.

Posted By tgodiva On 08.31.2011 @ 7:43 pm

As a secretary she sucked. As a friend she was the best. Comely, funny, great listener, I only wish she could type and take messages.

Posted By tgodiva On 08.27.2011 @ 6:34 pm

words are the path to destruction. the tear down walls, tear down people, tear down defenses. the destruction can be a beginning or can be complete devastation. words are the path to destruction.

Posted By tgodiva On 08.26.2011 @ 4:53 pm

Some people try to take my serenity by force. What they don’t know is I AM a force to be reckoned with…I will not go quietly at all. Nor will I allow others to hurt those I love. EVER. They want force..i am prepared to show them the meaning of the word.

Posted By tgodiva On 08.25.2011 @ 5:34 pm

His words were like silk softly enveloping me. I was in ecstasy listening to those words. They meant everything to me.

Posted By tgodiva On 08.23.2011 @ 7:00 pm

Sometimes I feel as if I am sinking into a dark hole where no one can see me and no one can save me. But I always keep my eye on the light on the top of the hole for there lays my hope..and when I focus very hard I can crawl towards the light and save myself.

Posted By tgodiva On 08.22.2011 @ 11:59 pm

Your hatred and your vile words; your theories and your ideas. Your search for the hidden message or purpose are all poison to me. You are a cancerous poisonous thing that eats away at my happiness. I have an antidote…you are gone.

Posted By tgodiva On 08.21.2011 @ 6:45 pm

I missed it. I missed the chance to make things right. I missed the bus so to speak and for that I am sorry. I missed that you were hurting, that my words and actions caused you more pain than they did relief for me. I missed it and I can’t go back and fix it.

Posted By tgodiva On 08.19.2011 @ 12:20 pm

Oh deer. I like deer. Deer are the symbol for grace and calm. Deer are actually dangerous and mean, yet when I think of a deer I think of the doe in the meadow, the sun shining, calmness and peace all around. Tall grass and butterflies.

Posted By tgodiva On 08.18.2011 @ 1:02 pm

Repeat after me. Repeat after me. If somethings works repeat. Rinse and repeat. Why? Don’t repeat this. Pete and Repeat sitting in a boat. The repeat.

Posted By tgodiva On 08.16.2011 @ 2:14 pm

The little thread pokes out from my pants. I have leaarned in the past that sometimes when you pull that thread it undoes the seam and now your pants have a big hole in them. other times it is not attched to anything just a little thread. Our lives our like that

Posted By tgodiva On 08.15.2011 @ 7:15 pm

Punishment for a crime, perhaps a crime i committed perhaps not. when I was young I was suffered through punishment a lot. There were seven of us and my head was in a cloudy dreamland so when something was wrong I was the last to know about it and hence, the last kid standing. I got the blame and I got the punishment.

Posted By tgodiva On 08.14.2011 @ 2:25 pm

You are near yet so far. I wish you were near. In my soul , in my heart in mind, near yet so far. Thousand of mile seprate us. Yet when I talk to you it is as if you are here, near to me, touching my cheek, worshiping me with your eyes. To be near would be heaven.

Posted By tgodiva On 08.13.2011 @ 7:15 pm

you are near yet so far. i wish you were near. in my soul , in my heart in mind, near yet so far. Thousand of mile seprate us. Yet when i talk to you it is as if you are here near to me, touching my cheek, worshiping me with your eyes. TO be near would be heaven

Posted By tgodiva On 08.13.2011 @ 7:08 pm