I haven’t really posted in awhile, I figured posting while still heart broken was a bad idea because ANYONE can find out what I’m doing online right? Anyway, funny story… Continue reading
You know, I live a pretty decent life I have a great family and great frien- oh wait.
Let’s see if I do have great friends.
Poetry isn’t written for people to read, it’s written for other people to express themselves. It’s written so they can enjoy their lives and not dwell on the past. Poetry is more of a medium through which poets speak and less of an art form.
So for Christ’s sake, if a poet doesn’t ask for critisism don’t give any critisism.
So everyone knows that some romantic reltionships end. Yes. They do indeed (and I extend sorrow and empathy to anyone who has recently been either heart broken or just plain hurt by any relationship). However, once a relationship ends, certain things are established between the individuals involved. Interaction, friendship status, etc. Things involving what kind of relationship will happen afterward generally.
Recently my Ex, who broke up with me and I have yet to figure out how we went from 60 to 0 in the matter of a few words, did some things that really really hurt me and I wish to share. Here’s a few things to do if you both decide a friendship will work:
I sit in the lecture hall with 10,000 others waiting for my new teacher to speak. I look at my cell phone and silently groan that this in going to be a long hour; as long an hour as an hour can be as is typically the case when I listen to a lecture. She begins, “Let me tell you about Uncle Willie.” I take a deep breath of relief and settle in to hear her story.
I came at the age of three to Grandma and my Uncle Willie in this little town in Arkansas. Uncle Willie was paralyzed on the right side. My grandmother and Uncle Willie owned a little store in town, and they needed me and my brother to work in the store. So Momma taught me to read and write, and my Uncle Willie taught me to do my times tables. He…
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In my goverment class we have à debate every two weeks about something controversial. This week it was abortion.
Now that we have the story behind WHY I am talking about abortion, I have a cool story to share.
*Sits down and stares at the wall* One of my posts is empty and I have yet to determine why or how the words went missing. It’s a shame because I can’t remember what I posted in that particular post.
But to the more important thing of why I am making this post. I recently read the Great Gatsby.