tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79420288920868921562024-02-18T21:34:56.378-08:00SIMPLY LIFEA space for literary expression from a literary mind.....ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-84397484500726195782014-06-01T12:03:00.002-07:002014-06-01T12:03:56.671-07:00My Favourite Lie<span style="color: red;">My favourite lie, is a simple line</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">It involves no gimmicks, takes no time</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">It's execution needs only a smile</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">A twinkling eye; a touch so kind</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">A text, fullstop</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">I barely blink each time</span><br />
<span style="color: red;">Even though inside I'm dying</span><br />
<span style="color: red;"> crying...</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">"I'm fine." </span>ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-47340321569240696792013-12-18T00:25:00.001-08:002013-12-18T00:25:09.692-08:00Madness- a short story<p dir="ltr">"So when did you know for the first time that you were..." <br>
"Mad?" I laughed, a musical laugh. <br>
He blushed. It made me smirk a sort of devilish grin. The type you make when you've successfully stolen the proverbial cookie without being noticed. <br>
"Well, yes (with less reserve), mad. When was it clear to you that you were no longer who you thought you were but you were indeed a mad woman?" <br>
It took me a moment. There were many components to that question. I tugged thoughtfully on my locks. They were firm, shoulder-length and a reddish brown. <br>
"Well it's difficult to answer because I never really knew who I was. I had always known I was someone of course, but I had never been able to answer the "who am I?" question. I guess, I've always just known there was a default me; a go-to me. Then there were other versions of that me that varied depending on my mood and circumstance. Who are you?" <br>
He had been nodding along robotically until then. My question surprised him (naturally) and he seemed to be mustering up the right words. He was a learned journalist after all. He then relaxed into that cocky stance men love to do when they think women won't notice or that we'll take it for "confidence". <br>
"You know. I'm --" <br>
But as he went on, I noticed a brown leaf falling through the window. I watched it as it seemed to float proudly through the breeze before it fell to the ground. Then I noticed there were already lots of others there. <br>
"How mundane," I heard myself say. <br>
The journalist seemed miffed for a split second and a crack of lightning flickered outside. <br>
"Well you asked me," he retorted, before the sky was normal again and he relaxed. <br>
"Anyway, my madness," I continued. <br>
"Yes," he affirmed and dutifully took up his phone to record once more. <br>
"Well I was always a fan of writing," I said, "it stabilized me." <br>
"Why were you unstable in the first place?" He interrupted. <br>
I glared at him. <br>
"Life. Life made me unstable. Living and existing in a world where no one seemed to understand me made me feel unstable. When I wrote I found a balance." <br>
Then I saw a yellow butterfly. It flew by so slowly I wondered for a moment if it was really there or if I'd fashioned it somehow. Butterflies reminded me of summers at home, writing on my verandah, losing myself for hours as words poured out of me onto paper. Serenity. <br>
"I guess that was the beginning then?" <br>
"Why do you say that?" I was curious about his train of thought. <br>
"Well needing a stabilizer would suggest a troubled mind, which is generally the beginning of madness." He said it so matter of factly. I felt led to agree. <br>
"Well I suppose so. But I had a long way to go before I knew. Such a long way..." <br>
A strong, random gust of wind blew the curtains. They were a deep red. I thought of how love held me captive all my life. It influenced most of my decisions. In retrospect I feel as if all I ever made were bad decisions. Drugs. Sex. Murder. (The latter is yet to be decided on since some see it as something very different and not murder at all). I've always loved too hard. I took a deep breath. I noticed a heavy darkness. <br>
"There's a storm coming," I stated. <br>
Mr. So-and-so the journalist was getting impatient. I noticed him twiddling his thumbs and firmly rubbing the back of his silver phone. <br>
"I guess I should be leaving the island soon and returning to the mainland," he said dully. He was so dull. <br>
"Take a look at thi-" <br>
"For crying out loud! I've been as patient as I can be. We've listened to music, we've taken a walk, I've done every stupid thing you've asked! If you don't have an answer let me go!" <br>
Thunder rumbled as if in agreement. His fists were clenched. Tears were in my eyes. <br>
"Take a look at this," I asked and handed him a mirror. <br>
For a second he seemed livid, then he looked and the mirror slid from his hands to the floor. His eyes met mine, at last, in horror. Then he was silent. <br>
"That's when I knew," I concluded. "When all my other me's became a new me. When I not only never knew who I was, but I couldn't stand myself anymore. When I couldn't even tolerate my own company anymore." <br>
As the torrents of tears flooded my face, I tugged on my locks and tried in vain to fall asleep . </p>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>To admire other
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>To see them
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>The air
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Becomes the
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Your heart
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Of their
presence drawing near.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>It moves
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>But while
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>For a look,
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>They are
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Never to
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ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-6410742500081864332013-06-19T19:34:00.001-07:002016-10-09T21:34:46.444-07:00Nature to Nurture<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's something you're born with<br />
That innate desire<br />
To love and be loved<br />
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And you don't have to be<br />
The vessel that brings him into the world<br />
She doesn't have to be yours<br />
To be <u>your</u> baby girl<br />
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It's your nature<br />
It's a part of your very core<br />
You love them with every fibre<br />
of your being<br />
Every beat of your heart<br />
Every tear you shed<br />
Every bead of sweat<br />
Is for them<br />
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And<br />
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Every tear they cry<br />
Falls from your own eyes<br />
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Every pain they embrace<br />
You inhale and take<br />
Every mistake<br />
They make<br />
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Because your heart is theirs<br />
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Motherhood is supreme burden.ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-24925578900892025512013-06-19T18:38:00.000-07:002013-06-19T18:38:15.005-07:00The Teacher<br />
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<br />ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-67111137794253345562013-06-19T18:29:00.000-07:002013-06-19T18:29:12.234-07:00Spark<img height="212" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5266/5665204175_4289a64cd0_z.jpg" width="320" /><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In an instant</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The cold and loneliness disappeared</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My emptiness</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My sorrow</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My brokenness</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Melted away</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You said hello</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You said your name</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And just like that</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You lit a flame</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I was so</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">so<span style="color: white;">oeirhjgkjgikas</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">dgui</span>so</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">kgjehb</span>deep in despair</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You were a breath</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">of fresh air</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I lost myself inside you</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A new morning dawned</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My heart beat stronger</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And a warmth</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">spread</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">through</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">every</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">inch</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">of me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But it's just a spark</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Fan the flames</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The cold is knocking at my door.</span><br />
<br />ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-68652404405044937282013-06-16T17:55:00.001-07:002013-06-16T17:56:11.947-07:00Maturity<p dir="ltr">I was his one time love<br>
It was just a lil thing<br>
We swore we were in love<br>
It wasn't just a fling</p>
<p dir="ltr">Plans were made<br>
(I was so grown)<br>
Our future was set<br>
And yet</p>
<p dir="ltr">The fear was in his eyes<br>
And no he never lied<br>
He really tried</p>
<p dir="ltr">But now<br>
I'm just his one time love<br>
He's the one that got away...</p>
<p dir="ltr">He out grew me</p>
ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-11368271180783762672013-03-14T11:36:00.000-07:002013-03-14T11:36:24.088-07:00Tribute to My English Teacher (one of)<img height="200" src="http://image1.masterfile.com/em_w/00/85/18/623-00851879w.jpg" width="133" /><br />
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<i>I wrote this poem in 2004 when I was 13...discovered it the other day. One of the best English teachers I ever had had announced she would be leaving the school, so this was my tribute to her. I fashioned it based on the poem For My Mother-May I Inherit Half Her Strength</i><br />
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For Miss Rodney: May I Inherit Half Her Brilliance</div>
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Ms Rodney loved her students</div>
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I write this as a child</div>
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In my thirteenth year</div>
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A year to discard childlikeness</div>
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She came to us, class disguised</div>
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As an English teacher of a 3rd form class</div>
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She had driven in a car</div>
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One hundred years older than others</div>
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Yes, she dressed the part</div>
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permanent nuisance, blue skirt</div>
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white blouse and mis-matched shoes</div>
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She frowned when she saw Isis</div>
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till she looked to the middle and saw Ray-Anne</div>
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Sure by the hair of Alicia's chin</div>
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She never spoke to them that class</div>
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She had bored us with words</div>
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She had A LOT of words to bore us with</div>
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One day in class she said:</div>
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"I looked around and there were no other idiots like this class."</div>
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Our parents hardly beat us</div>
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They used the cool, spoiling method</div>
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<i>Her</i> parents beat her a lot of times</div>
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And she took it like a man-silently</div>
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She could work miracles, she would make Colette ask questions</div>
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from a book that defined bored. Or teach thirty four people</div>
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how to love a poem which had many alliterations</div>
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And she left class late to teach us more</div>
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And she left school early because no-one</div>
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would walk with her</div>
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She always seemed to patronize</div>
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For her brain was jampacked with years of 30-add years of knowledge</div>
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For her body was the imagery of stern-ness</div>
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For the pain her eyes bore by seeing our bored faces</div>
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For the joy at seeing our eager faces</div>
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Like little chicks waiting to be fed</div>
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And because she loved us.</div>
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From: Deborah Buchanan</div>
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To: A truly phenomenal woman</div>
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ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-62459372653310464332010-11-05T22:55:00.000-07:002010-11-05T23:00:48.113-07:00RhapsodyTake me away<div><br /></div><div>Hold me in your arms and</div><div> move me</div><div>Let us sway in the rhythm of love</div><div><br /></div><div>Kiss me</div><div> Touch me</div><div> These tears are tears of joy</div><div>My love</div><div><br /></div><div>Gently caress me</div><div> Trace my outline with your fingertips</div><div>Love me senseless</div><div><br /></div><div>Move with me, move me</div><div> Shake me, make me</div><div>Come closer to that place</div><div>Hold my face</div><div>Look into my eyes</div><div> Pierce my soul with yours</div><div><br /></div><div>Love me over</div><div> and</div><div> over</div><div> and over again.</div>ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-21747338658770447912010-11-05T22:21:00.000-07:002011-01-17T01:13:04.242-08:00Love TodayI love you...today<div><br /></div><div>I love your deep, dark eyes</div><div>Your feline nose</div><div>Your full, kissable lips. </div><div><br /></div><div>I love your arms</div><div>I love the way they envelop me</div><div>I pray you'll never let me go</div><div>Today</div><div><br /></div><div>I love your teasing smile</div><div>Your gentle, seductive touch</div><div>Your body entangled with mine</div><div><br /></div><div>I love your breath</div><div>Your very heartbeat in sync with mine</div><div>I love you completely</div><div>Today</div><div><br /></div><div>But I can't guarantee</div><div>Tomorrow</div>ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-84948045768841961872010-09-25T21:52:00.001-07:002010-09-25T21:59:33.776-07:00The Epilogue<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXcNjdZ0y2HGi9-TPqAhyzIk7Z9zyCkpvnjfrrt88I6G97RzoYAqNWPO-K5qyrKHcEmYaePC-DXvw0yytHcNPfgPchkMlqtONyqmtXtC9B1M-8jVP-325aa-oebp8XaJ-ylPX9xGS4T8/s1600/debziney+(10).jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXcNjdZ0y2HGi9-TPqAhyzIk7Z9zyCkpvnjfrrt88I6G97RzoYAqNWPO-K5qyrKHcEmYaePC-DXvw0yytHcNPfgPchkMlqtONyqmtXtC9B1M-8jVP-325aa-oebp8XaJ-ylPX9xGS4T8/s320/debziney+(10).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521081189594749842" /></a><br />This is a story that I wrote in the summer this year...<div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The atmosphere was heavy with the stenches of guilt and sorrow. One by one people began filling the aisles, dressed in black and thinking sorrow-filled thoughts. The organist played steadily, adding to the mournful tone of the church. It was going to be a long day.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >Family members that had been missing in action for years made their appearance with faces that played the part well. She knew the contents of their hearts now. She could hear every hateful, hypocritical, selfish thought that wan across their shallow minds. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“How could she wear </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >that?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" >”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“This place is so small and rural!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“I wonder if I can make it back in time for the game?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >If she had tears she would make it rain on them. She spotted the body in the casket. It was the most peaceful look she had ever seen on that face. There would never be a crease brought on by a frown ever again. She was free from the heartache that was life. Never again would she be subject to the pain of rejection, loneliness and lack of self-worth; yet she just had to see the send-off before she got her eternal rest. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >Soon enough, the stifled sobs became audible mourning. Scanning the room which was half full of people she barely knew, the familiar feeling of anger boiled up within her. Where were they when she cried herself silly, withered away to nothing as her body failed? Listening to their thoughts she knew they only came to save face; it would not be well with others to miss your cousin’s/niece’s/whatever-other-relation’s funeral. People who did nothing but cause her pain sat smugly in the pews. If only she could hurt them somehow.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >Reluctantly, she gazed upon her ‘immediate family’, who were ironically named as they were anywhere but ‘immediately close’ to her. Mother, father and brother; their eyes were the most sorrowful. Her brother sat deathly still, tears streaming down his face, his eyes puffy and red. He looked like hell; as if he hadn’t eaten in days. Her mother sat enveloped by her sister, shuddering with each sob, crying her heart out. Her guilt had the most pungent odour. She blamed herself for every time she had let her down. Every minute that passed intensified her mother’s guilty, heart-rending thoughts until she could no longer watch. As usual, her father was drowning himself in work. He marched about the church, greeting everyone, checking if there were enough programs, bustling to keep himself from dissolving into tears. Only now could she see past his shell and know that his heart pounded heavily in his chest because of the sorrow he was holding back. Out of everyone else, he had loved her most and she never knew until that moment. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >The ceremony droned on. Her eulogy was heavily erroneous, describing her as ‘always cheerful’ and ‘a pleasure to be around’. She laughed bitterly to herself. No one truly knew how empty she had been. The only one with some idea sat stone-faced in his seat. There were no tears in his eyes; no emotions on his face. He only absentmindedly toyed with the ring she had placed on his finger only months ago. They hadn’t even been married a year before undetected complications after their only child’s birth painfully ended her life. The child died soon after. His thoughts were cold. He just wanted it to end so he could shut himself away again. She was not surprised. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >Finally: the burial ground. This was the climax. This was where all the flood gates were opened. She wondered how it was possible for anyone to cry that much as her mother’s wailing sent her buckling to the ground. Her father could no longer hold back and even her husband shed a few tears before speeding away in his black Mercedes. Something ached within her, almost as if a part of her wanted to go back. A part of her already missed her husband’s smile, her brother’s laughter, her father’s nonchalance. Even her mother. She leaned forward, reaching for them, but a gentle tap on her shoulder called her back. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >“It’s time to go,” He said. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >She nodded and slowly turned away as the last splash of cement sealed her body in place. She was dead. It was what she had always wanted. Now she was truly where she belonged. </span><o:p></o:p></p></div>ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-75251356472773661282010-07-26T17:50:00.000-07:002010-07-26T17:55:20.285-07:00Tears<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">I've come again to this place</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Where tears must stream down my face</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Where my heart must sob and ache and bleed</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Upon realizing it will never be free</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Love will never grace these walls</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">This room, this place, these floors, these halls</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Instead, tears of lovelessness will flow</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Start a river wherever they go</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">This place, it echoes my own voice</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">It screams at me 'You made the choice!'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">It chokes me with utter undying relent</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">It's loud and yet renders me silent</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Resolute, these tears will soon desist</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">My heart, the voices will resist</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Soon, maybe, I will be free</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Even though I will never be</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">happy</span></div>ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-62676118720786401182010-07-02T18:43:00.000-07:002010-07-02T18:46:20.210-07:00For C<div><br /></div><div>I'll never hold you in my arms</div><div>I'l never hear you breathe</div><div>I'll never hear you say my name</div><div>I'll never watch you sleep</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll never teach you how to talk</div><div>Nor hear your very first words</div><div>I'll never teach you how to walk</div><div>You'll never see the world</div><div><br /></div><div>You'll never have your first kiss</div><div>You'll never have a dream</div><div>You'll never cry, you'll never laugh</div><div>You'll never get to scream</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll never forgive myself for the day I let you go</div><div>I'll never teach you all the things I'd have wanted you to know</div><div><br /></div><div>You'll never ever leave my heart</div><div>This is my solemn vow</div><div>I'd give everything I own away</div><div>Just to hold you now</div>ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-49654311608864856212010-06-27T20:49:00.000-07:002010-06-27T20:53:55.246-07:00Air RaidIt came from nowhere<div><br /></div><div>Shook the hinges and rattled the bones</div><div>Deafening screams flooded my mind</div><div>Curses and accusations</div><div>"You're the one who took the wall down!"</div><div><br /></div><div>As its shockwave rippled along</div><div>It destroyed everything in its path</div><div>Everything that was built laboriously </div><div>The 'latido de corazon' was no more</div><div><br /></div><div>Silence</div><div><br /></div><div>The victim shook helplessly in the darkness</div><div>Seasoned by salty tears</div><div>Choking in the rubble left in its wake</div><div><br /></div><div>Yet somewhere</div><div>Somehow</div><div>A tiny flower stood erect through the despair</div>ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-4308214854709023572008-05-29T18:16:00.000-07:002008-05-29T18:24:18.624-07:00Learning to Breathe<o:p></o:p><br /><p class="MsoNormal">As a baby takes its first step</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It focuses not on all the mistakes before</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But on the goal ahead</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And just does it</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">As a butterfly spreads its wings for the first time</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It focuses not on life as a caterpillar</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But on the flight ahead</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And just spreads them</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">As a baby bird leaves its nest </p> <p class="MsoNormal">It focuses not on the family left behind</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But on the new family it will begin</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And just leaves it</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And so</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I must take the step to spread my wings and leave the nest</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Open my lungs and swallow, on my own</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Focus on no one, no thing, no obstacle, no past, no mistakes, no misgivings, no shortcomings</p> <p class="MsoNormal">No ifs, no buts, no maybes, no could haves, would haves nor should haves</p> <p class="MsoNormal">No other thought of any other action</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Just take a breath</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And breathe</p>ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-45705981553051086582008-05-19T22:50:00.001-07:002008-12-09T15:47:41.510-08:00Remembering Innocence<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixAwGFpTyvNJ5rhWGzsepCvwOPATUoeFmzt0Yj5_LVykxhQW4YKYvNQLE6BMbjDRjSfv7KHIyewBDs63MFrO7Bv0D3-BXN-H0JhqxbWiHAP6dkxdwlky_QCCywYqFiX0sfAVVnrVzpoqg/s1600-h/cool-a18.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixAwGFpTyvNJ5rhWGzsepCvwOPATUoeFmzt0Yj5_LVykxhQW4YKYvNQLE6BMbjDRjSfv7KHIyewBDs63MFrO7Bv0D3-BXN-H0JhqxbWiHAP6dkxdwlky_QCCywYqFiX0sfAVVnrVzpoqg/s400/cool-a18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202333641683916050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;">Eyes were mirrors<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;">Smiles were indicators of genuine happiness<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;">Tears meant pain<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;"><o:p><br /></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;">Words were denotations<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;">Not violently misconstrued connotations<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;">Laughter meant joy<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;"><o:p><br /></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;">Hypocrisy was non-existent<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;">Mistrust was earned rather than predetermined<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;">Lies were unnecessary</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-family: Croobie;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;">Thoughts were pure<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;">Bad meant bad, not a little less good<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;">Honesty was expected</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-family: Croobie;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;">Love was permanent<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;">Broken hearts were mended by hugs and kisses<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;">Malice was temporary</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-family: Croobie;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Croobie;">Life was worth all the cookies in the world.<o:p></o:p></span></p>ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-43834897976458933332008-05-17T20:08:00.000-07:002008-05-17T20:15:29.305-07:00Sit & Stare* My friend wrote this for me as an impromptu thing n I thought it was cute!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.isilhouettes.com/images/051214213443_Couple_Looking_at_the_Moon_at_Night_LG.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.isilhouettes.com/images/051214213443_Couple_Looking_at_the_Moon_at_Night_LG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";color:navy;" >Sit & Stare<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";color:navy;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";color:navy;" >Sometimes I stare out at night<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";color:navy;" >Just to see that sparkle of light<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";color:navy;" >The moon, it shines so bright<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";color:navy;" >And like an inferno my heart ignites.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";color:navy;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";color:navy;" >I sit and stare<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";color:navy;" >And get blinded by its glare.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";color:navy;" >Sometimes I stand or sit on a chair </span><span style=";font-family:";color:navy;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";color:navy;" >It tantalizes and mesmerizes<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";color:navy;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";color:navy;" >The average man would not notice it<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";color:navy;" >The romantic man would live by it<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";color:navy;" >But me…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";color:navy;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";color:navy;" >I just like to sit and stare at it<o:p></o:p></span></p>ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-36365482730150996872008-05-08T23:35:00.000-07:002008-05-08T23:39:48.059-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.xoospace.com/myspace/backgrounds/29425.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.xoospace.com/myspace/backgrounds/29425.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal">She sits</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She stares</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She hates<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Herself</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Desperation devours her mind</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A need for acceptance</p> <p class="MsoNormal">An earnest prayer</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To be</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Just as those girls she sees </p> <p class="MsoNormal">In the magazines</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="">What she needs<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She does not want<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="">What she wants<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She cannot have</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="">What she has<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">She wishes to give away</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Her only solace is to give </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Over and over</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Smile for the camera</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Cry behind the scenes</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Her ostracism </p> <p class="MsoNormal">It burns her soul</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It rots her internally</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It wounds her emotionally</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It tears her apart</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It destroys her heart</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">And so</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">She sits</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She stares</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Blankly ahead</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She’s dead</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-5754729370287578142008-04-23T17:35:00.000-07:002008-04-23T18:02:53.879-07:00In My Place<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7942028892086892156"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7942028892086892156" alt="" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://goober.slashmud.org/gooberfish/thumbnails/912.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://goober.slashmud.org/gooberfish/thumbnails/912.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">There is a place</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Where time is no longer entwined with reality<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Where dreams transcend the boundaries of the mind<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Where love is as tangible as a rose<br /> And as delicate<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">The trees sway like drunken men, drunken by air</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);">Flowers bloom all year round, hope springs from them<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Even the grass is musical, each blade its own harmony<br />Nature is the biggest, <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">brightest, <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">belle of chorales.<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Nature is the epitome of life<br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">There is a place<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Where the sun shines eternally bright<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Where gone is the concept of night<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Where clouds float gaily, with exuberant zeal<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Where music is the voice of the soul </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://freedomlovefest.typepad.com/freedom_lovefest/images/music_notes_1.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 163px;" src="http://freedomlovefest.typepad.com/freedom_lovefest/images/music_notes_1.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">In this place, I am whole.</span></span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/419124/2/istockphoto_419124_painted_hearts.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 157px;" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/419124/2/istockphoto_419124_painted_hearts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span>ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-23530038661218154582007-08-01T10:54:00.001-07:002008-04-16T06:39:30.748-07:00When He Kissed Me<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:verdana;">When he kissed me<br />My insides melted, my heart skipped a thousand beats<br />Angels sang and the heavens opened<br />All was right with the world<br /><br />When he kissed me<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">My mind transcended heaven and earth, finding a new world in between<br />My body quivered with utter delight<br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">My soul touched the sun</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br />When he kissed me<br />There was nothing else but his lips on mine<br />The world was at a standstill<br />We were swept up in each other<br /><br />When he kissed me<br />I knew it was love<br /><br />When he kissed me<br />I knew I would remember that kiss for the rest of my life<br /></span></span></span>ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-53079236935750890992007-06-26T13:18:00.000-07:002008-04-23T18:07:00.197-07:00HIM<a href="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/70/54/22425470.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px;" alt="" src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/70/54/22425470.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I still think of him</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" >In the midst of the soul-enveloping darkness</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" >When the frigid cold rattles my bones</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" >When the twinkle of the stars is lost</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" ></span> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" >I still think of him</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" >When i see the morning sun, blinding me</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" >When the wind tossess my dark-brown hair</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" >When i breathe</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" ></span> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" >He's always on my mind</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" >He's all I can think, feel, breathe, want, yearn for, need</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" ></span> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" >Even though, he took my heart</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" >and broke it</span></div>ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-80038584942143152232007-06-26T13:01:00.000-07:002007-06-26T13:07:22.564-07:00Lady of the Night<a href="http://www.tdaxp.com/images/medium_whore_of_babylon.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tdaxp.com/images/medium_whore_of_babylon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;">Skin on skin, sweat covered skin</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Wrapped up in a heated haven of passion</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Pain ensues, agonizing pain</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">A rush of spectacular sensation and its over</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Next patient, same treatment</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Everyday is the same</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">The multitude has dissolved to numbers now</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">She can never remember their names</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Each client is like a grain of sand</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Innumerable, common, stirring no emotion but boredom</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">She has one purpose, to satisfy them</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Fulfil their every desire, whim and fancy</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#660000;">The sun rises, she can breathe again</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Count her blessings, pay the rent</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Soothe her weeping daughter, who has only just begun</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">She will understand soon enough</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#660000;">It's all a part of life, her life</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Her job never seems to end</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Night after night, her bed, her office, her throne</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">The Lady Of The Night</span></div>ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-9441117436412454522007-06-26T12:43:00.000-07:002007-06-26T12:58:12.127-07:00Unrequited Love<a href="http://www.enriquecruz.com/videospecial/tour/black-man-solo.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.enriquecruz.com/videospecial/tour/black-man-solo.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#990000;">His chocolate skin, a smooth eclair complexion</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">His honey-brown, liquid eyes</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">His firm, strong tower of a body</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">His blinding, white, even-toothed smile.</span><br /><p><span style="color:#990000;">OH, how they excite me!</span></p><span style="color:#ff0000;">Visions of love, wild and passionate</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Sincere, everlasting, CERTAIN!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">To be held by his tender arms</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Is to be caressed by an angel.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Heaven must be bitterly weeping</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">For lack of this bronze god</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Earth must rejoice his life</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Dread his inevitable death</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">And yet</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">He is still not mine</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">My soul bleeds, weeps, SCREAMS</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Just to feel his sorceror's touch</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Just to kiss his chocolate cherry lips</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">JuSt OnCe!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Just to know, he feels, what i feel</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Just to breathe his air, his aura</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">His body CALLS to me</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">My body can only dream of his</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">The greatest, deepest, gigantic, depressing</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"> dull, gray realization</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">that causes so much pain</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Is that he doesn't even know</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"> my name</span>ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-62393289046099778142007-06-26T12:26:00.000-07:002007-06-26T12:41:37.537-07:00Life, The Masterpiece<span style="color:#ff9966;"></span><a href="http://www.tsl.state.tx.us/ld/projects/trc/2004/manual/clipart/art/artistandblankcanvas.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tsl.state.tx.us/ld/projects/trc/2004/manual/clipart/art/artistandblankcanvas.jpg" border="0" /></a> The canvas is an infathomable white<br />It is so bright, its blinding<br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">Suddenly, two brights sets of blue circles appear</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">They are sky-blue; light as air</span><br /><p><span style="color:#cc9933;">and accompanied by honey-brown, </span><span style="color:#996633;">gentle hazel </span><span style="color:#999999;">and quiet gray</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Not long after, curious splotches of pink sprinkle the immaculate scene</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffff00;">Along with daisy yellows and </span><span style="color:#003300;">vivid, velvety green.</span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;">THERE IS A TANGIBLE PAUSE OF NOTHINGNESS</span></p><p><span style="color:#cc0000;">A burst of red violently splatters the scence of serenity</span></p><p><span style="color:#cc0000;">It is deep, dark, dangerously blood-like.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Wild orange</span>,</span><span style="color:#ffcccc;"> </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">shocking, vivacious, neon pink engulf the canvas; all is brilliant and loud</span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;">Another, lengthy, pregnant pause gives birth to streams of </span><span style="color:#cc66cc;">gentle, fragrant lilac and lavender</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Then all is obscured by thick, black darkness.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">The artist is finished, she smiles at the next infathomably, incredibly white canvas, brush in hand, life in mind. </span><br /></p>ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7942028892086892156.post-64698273979558273082007-06-15T18:20:00.000-07:002007-06-15T18:28:08.738-07:00Love of My Life<span style="color:#0000ff;">The first time I saw you, I knew</span><br /><span style="color:#0000ff;">Life could have nothing greater in store</span><br /><span style="color:#0000ff;">Your brilliant, curious, angel brown eyes</span><br /><span style="color:#0000ff;">I wondered what they were searching for</span><br /><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#0000ff;">You clung to my hand, claiming me as your own</span><br /><span style="color:#0000ff;">Your eyes held mine, full of wonder and <strong>LIFE</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#0000ff;">I caressed your <em>smooth, <span style="color:#663300;">chocolate skin</span></em></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I gently toyed with your soft, curly hair</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">My heart felt full to bursting with love</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Tears of joy sprang from the wells of my soul</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">You were my dream, my love, my <strong>LIFE</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">You injected me with <strong>PRIDE, </strong>to call you my own</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Love of my life, my precious baby girl</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Your eyes; the windows to my own heart</span><br /><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span><br /><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><br /><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><a href="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/66/35/23443566.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/66/35/23443566.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>ღ Debziney ღhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17274453138709153508noreply@blogger.com0