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Once upon a time in the ghetto...

jessicavildos — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 11:26:43 +0000

I was the first baby in history born swaddled in invisible bubble wrap. On my 21st birthday, I should have tattooed ‘handle with care’ on my body instead of ‘love’ in Chinese writing. Let me introduce myself…I am love’s biggest fan. While others claim to have ‘been there and got the t-shirt,’ I’ve been there and own the full series box set DVDs, the posters and the kids!
The fairy tales my mum read to me as a child fuelled my search for Prince Charming. My ambition was to be the star of my own fairy tale. As my life went on I had to stop and review my situation…Cinderella didn’t have to raise babies on her own. Rapunzel didn’t let down her hair to have it pulled and yanked when she spoke her mind!Snow white was loved, not cheated on! Something was definitely wrong! Was something wrong with me? Where was my Prince Charming? Was I the only one who believed that fairy tales were real? Surely after three kids and two ‘baby daddies,’ the ‘one’ must be around the corner?

Once upon a time in the ghetto there lived me. A beautiful princess, raised by my mother in our ex council house. It wasn’t a castle but it was home. I was the product of a broken home. My father had left when I was just five years old. I waited years for him to return but instead all that returned was the news that he was dead. A heart attack did it. He had gotten away scotch free, no explanation of his awol. I was 14, I was a princess, desperate to star in my own love story but who would love me if my own father didn’t?

I was looking for love and there he was. I remembered him from nursery; his looks hadn’t changed much except he didn’t have that moustache when we used to play in the sand pit. We didn’t need much of an introduction that day outside Mcdonalds, we remembered each other, so giving him my number wasn’t an issue. I didn’t need to play hard to get because we had a history. My fairy tale was about to begin. People could ask ‘where did you guys meet’ and I could answer ‘oh we use to go the same nursery.’ How sweet! Is this not how the magic starts? That’s how I ended up in his bed so soon but who knew that I would be pregnant within the first few months of being together?

I knew my family wouldn’t approve, and God only knew how my mother would react. After all the money she had spent on my private education I now had to tell her the result of that was that I was pregnant at 18. I was going to be a mum. Me, feisty me! One evening while at work, I had a call from someone I dated when I was 16. He was my best male friend at the time. I needed to tell him I was pregnant but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. He was in the area and offered me a lift home. It was lovely to see him, we laughed and joked but I still couldn’t bring myself to tell him that I was expecting; there just wasn’t the appropriate moment.

It was nice to be home early. The pregnancy was starting to take its toll on my body. I had a cute little bump growing. I couldn’t believe I was pregnant, I felt scared but I was so happy. I rubbed my belly while I gave my boyfriend a call and he was shocked that I was home so soon. “My friend gave me a lift home!” I told him. Whoever would have known that those 7 little words strung together in that sequence would have been the prelude to a deep dark secret I would carry for the next 3 years? Me, feisty, headstrong me, became the victim of physical abuse.

Jealousy ruled my home, obsession became my lord. I was a slave to fear. I became a master of disguise, I had to. The bruises and bloody mouth didn’t sit well with the fairy tale I wanted to live. I didn’t read the part where Cinderella received a whopping great backhander for giving her opinion. And I know Rapunzel didn’t get pulled off the bed by her hair. And I’m certain snow white was able to sleep, not stay up for hours justifying herself to a satisfactory level just so that she could get some sleep. But I was pregnant. My cute little bump had now grown somewhat. I didn’t want anyone to know that the fairy tale image I had created wasn’t real, so I hid it from everyone. I convinced myself that once I had the baby it would stop- but it didn’t.

My beautiful baby girl was 4 months old when I sat in the hospital waiting room waiting to hear my name called. I walked into the room, alone and nervous. I lay on the bed, the cold gel slipped down the side of my stomach.
“Oh lovely, you see, there’s the little fingers…and look there’s the toes.”
As I listened to the midwife pointing out the hands and feet of my unborn child I looked on in horror. Had she not read my notes? I didn’t want to have this child. I was only here to find out how far gone I was so that I could arrange a termination. I couldn’t bring another child into this mess, this was no fairy tale I was living; this was a nightmare. I had already told myself I would not look at the screen and there’s this lady encouraging me to look at what God had asked me to be the gateway for- another baby. I was 19, the mother of a 4 month old baby girl, broke and scared. I looked at the screen at the bouncing little baby in my tummy, so innocent, so care free, I knew I had to give his life a chance. I always wondered if that woman had read my notes but 7 and half months later when I gave birth to my son, I didn’t even care. I was overwhelmed with love again.

I was a 20 year old princess, two babies and a council flat. I had no idea that when I was a little girl fantasising about my future, that it would have turned out this way. I needed rescuing.

I already had my sons name chosen as a teenager. An older brother of somebody I knew had the most beautiful name that meant ‘light at the end of the tunnel.’ When my son was born I placed that name over his life and his sister and I waited in vain in my flat to be rescued. When I realised no hero was clearly coming I escaped barefooted from my children’s father.

I was back on the search for love. Cinderella met her prince at a ball, so when I met the original owner of the name at a night club I thought it too good to be true. He was tall, handsome dressed to the nines and he had noticed me, mother of two, down trodden me!

Although there was the struggle at first of accepting that I had two kids that didn’t belong to him, I was determined to make this relationship work. My ‘love in the sand pit’ hadn’t worked but I named my son after this man- he had to be the one.

As the years rolled by, I convinced myself I could live without romance and affection. I wanted it to work so I chose to understand his difficulty in making a commitment to me and his need to be out all the time because he wasn’t sure if this was what he really wanted. But one day he had the perfect suggestion. As I was such a good mother, I could have his baby. This felt like a proposal so we shared a baby.

I was 25, three kids, low self esteem and living in temporary accommodation. It still wasn’t the castle I longed for but it was home. From my window I would watch couples holding hands and kissing and I would be envious even though I had a partner. Everything around me said fairy tales just don’t happen in the ghetto but I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want this life, I wanted the kids but I wanted love, so I left him.

My weekends became somewhat lively dropping children off to two different baby daddies. I was 27, embarrassed, broken hearted and I didn’t know my worth. I was loves biggest fan. All I wanted was my Prince Charming. It was time to grow up. Fairy tales only exist in children’s stories. If Cinderella had had my life then at least I would have been a bit more prepared.

Church became my life. I could be myself again. I didn’t have to worry about how I looked, I was having fun and I was free. One of the guys from church lived a couple of roads away. He was a lot younger than me and so gorgeous. He didn’t have children so I was always trying to set him up with the young girls from church. I loved my new role as Cilla Black. We spent so much time together laughing, talking, listening and encouraging that I hadn’t noticed something magical unfolding before my eyes. It wasn’t until he got stuck in the tubular slide whilst chasing my kids when it hit me- I didn’t need to search for love. Love had found me. He was kind, romantic, attentive, and funny. I was 30, he was on one knee, asking me to be his wife. Me? The feisty, headstrong, Princess from the ghetto?

I am 31, happily married, 4 kids, degree, safe, cherished and with Prince Charming. The accommodations rented for now but we are living happily ever after.

Thanks For Posting this story .

http://www.bbc.co.uk/mystory/stories/survival/166552/

Madilyn Mask 5

melissadarroch — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 04:01:38 +0000

I sat on my bed after cleaning the house till it shined and sparkled it didn’t take me long a few mintues if that, it’s not hard if you know what to do.

I decided for some reason I need coffee and not just coffee I needed it from Eric. I walked outside and to the cafe down the road and up the hill, across the river down the path from my house.

I saw Eric in the uniform and almost turned around I instead tried to ignore him I walked up and order looking down at the counter or my hand the whole time.

it’s been a while sence I tried anything like this, the liking someone thing. not sence my Ex three times ago Mark, Yea I dated Mark. my mum thinks I have confidence issues now …great. So Eric hands me the coffee ” there you go ” He said with the smile that made my heart melt and my body feel like the world would be better with no problems ever he was defiantly my happy thought. our eyes met.

”hello Maddy How are you?” he asked his voice deep and filled with care I smiled back and took the coffee.

” I’m fine how are you?” I asked lieing though my teeth.

“I’m good I got the job in the city so I can quit this one and move there it’s going to be epic” he said Smiling from ear to ear the excitement in his voice making it clear to me that I’d never have him.

I dropped my smile and sadly said the next thing ” oh thats wonderful. are you still going to the christmas party?” my eyes glanced at his the brown eyes still shining from his excitement.

he nodded and smiled “oh yea wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

My heart grew hopeful suddly him leaving seemed like millions of years away.

I walked him with newly found hope that the christmas party three days away thats when I’d tell him I liked him not really sure if I could yet face myself alone I opened the door to see the dark of the house and a sliver object on the floor it was a kitchen knife. I most have dropped it on in my hasted out the door.

I picked it up and looked at it I held it to my through and took a breath then to my wrist feeling more and more in contrul. the more and more I held it to myself, the more I felt in contrul of my own life and what I wanted it to be I got to my right hand the back of it and added presser this time letting Ruby coloured water pour out of my skin I cut one more line and 3 circle dot things around the hand and watched the blood pour out.

I wasn’t sure why but I felt better all of a sudden like I was doing what I wanted to do and no one in the world could stop me.

Once the blood cloted and stoped pouring out I wraped my hand in a cloth and washed the floor up before walking to my room. Feeling alround better like the knife had opend me up to the drug that was going to help me and make me better. Though still somewhere in my mind I knew I still wasn’t healthy I was better for a little but I was going to hit the bottem again.

I slep extremly well that night and got up early to wash my hand and pick a sleve to wear over it so no one knew my secret cure.

I walked out of the car and waved to my mum as she pulled away from the school and was met almost as soon as I walked into the school to see Mark there I smiled and waved to him ” Hey” I said pulling my head phone out but still walking to the stairs to my locker

“you seem in a good mood today.” He comented on as I ran up the stairs two at a time humming to my song

I do a dramict spin and look at him ” and Why shouldn’t I be? I’m had a great sleep” I said lieing my cure was the really reason.

He noded and followed me ” well it’s a nice change” He said he voice overfulled with softed love ich.

I noded and smiled I could only imagen what I was going to say to eric.

The school day and week end went on with no real treat or great thing to make it all better and sweet.

it was the night of the party and I had pulled my last dress up shirt over my head only to find that I didn’t like it ether but desided to wear it because it was the last one. I did my hair and make-up Water proof incase things go bad. I walked to the car and got in the cabby drove me to the party and I paid him my bodie shaking I was late I smiled when Eric was there late too.

We made small talk to the table then though dinner and the gift and other stuff that didn’t matter to ether of us.

Then it ended and I got up to leave and followed Eric out I waited with him till my mum got there I waited trying to make up the best way to tell him ” Eric” I said calmly ” Can I talk to you alone?”

He nodded and pulled me aside ” well as you know I like you a little more then planed ” I said my body shaking and my face going beet red.

He nodded I wished he say something anything “ Well I’m flattered ” He said smiling ” if I wasn’t leaving and there wasn’t the age gap ” He said my heart making the crushingly painfull noice like it was made of glass and someone droped it ” your really cute and I would ask you out anytime if things were differnt.”

I nodded and smiled though the damage was done.

We both smiled at each other though my was fake and feel cheep.

I looked away “well you better go before you freeze I’ll see you thursday.” I said my voice sounding fine and not hurting

He nodded and took one last look at me before walking away. my eyes glased over and I started to play the better game.

“he said I was cute. he likes me ” I manged to get that far before my mum came to pick me up I walked over to the car and sat down once home I ran to my room feeling the need to medicat my pain I grabed the knife and held it to my hand but for some reason even though I was hurting I couldn’t hurt myself or make myself bleed some thing was holding me back I I droped the knife and laid on my bed why couldn’t I?

and just like that I started to cry tears poured down my face staining the pillow and blankets I curled myself into a ball and cryed tomorrow I’d make a appontment with guideness and talk about all of this to them and get my feeling straight.

Till then I cried and cried knowing that I wasn’t curing myself I was just hurting my self more with the cure I had made for myself.

* note from me : thankyou for reading I and infacted thinking about ending it off here mostly I’m feeling like it’s a good time and also I feel like both mine and madilyn feeling have gotten a chance to be told on the flip side I’d just like to say that yes these are my feeling because I’m VERY strong about my feeling going into EVERYthing I write mostly because I just want it to be good. but this is not a true story it has trueish to life parts its just not all my life so people down comment get help cause thats stupid no afence.

madilyn's mask 4

melissadarroch — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 22:35:12 +0000

I stand . Waiting for my bus the cold rain falling down on to me hitting everywhere unprotected by my long back jacket. It’s been 3 weeks seen the wish or the dream both of which send me into a cold sicky feeling when I think about them. How could I be so stupid? I frown as my friends with Mark, Sarah, Dave and samantha walk up to me I turn and frown I haven’t put my mask on sence the dream it’s doing some inprovement to my moods but mostly I just feel sad and don’t talk or smile or act cheerfull anymore, it was for the better anyways or at lest thats what I keep telling myself anyways…

“thunder cloud ” Mark said wraping his arms around my shoulders his new nickname for me. I glare at him and smile the same half hearted smile everyone got.

Sarah hit mark with her textbook ” if she doesn’t want to talk don’t make her.” She scoled which was great because I knew almost better then her what she was going to say next” if Madilyn wants to feel sad she has the right. after all it’s raining harder on her then anyone else here, “she made a small attemped to hug me I pulled back ” Elphy the sun will shine again I promise the clouds will disappear quicker if you stop suffering in silience though”

I walk from the group feeling their eyes bruning into my back as I walk onto the bus I knew they were worried about me everyone seemed to be but I was fine.or at lest I felt fine-ish.

I walked to the back of the bus and sat down holding my knees to my chest as the bus rowred ,as the other kids got on. I tried to fall asleep, sleeping being very inportant to me as the days rolled on but not by much.After all when I sleep I dream and when I dream it’s of that dream, the one I can’t seem to forget nomatter how hard I try. and believe me I’ve tryed. My body shiverd with pain from the cold outside and on the bus my mind racing I wished I hadn’t closed my eyes because he face burned itself into my memory and it was inpostible to forget now.

It was final my stop and I got off. the rain had let up a bit but it was still a bit of a march to my house but once I was there I unlocked the door to find the phone bleeping and the stove heavens crys on I ran over and shut off the stove and grabed the phone my mum franic voice was on the other sided ” MADILYN!” She yelled

” yes mum” I said calmly then started to strip down to my underwear and put warm drier cloths one

” does ted play tonight” she said her voice close to a panicit

” yes his going with the Blacks you and dad are meting them in Dogstand Arena at 7 when the game starts.” I said in a matter of fact voice ” I worked it out last night with them oh and dad’s going to be 15 mintues late his got a meting tonight with the CEO, you’ve got that meting with dale did you take care of that?” I asked feeling less and less like a teen and more like my mums maid cook planer all in one.

I heard nothing she was probly writing it all down ” yup thanks again Elphy tell John I told you to tell him to talk you to subway or something in thanks for all this ” I heard her breath settle

“mum John’s working tonight and walked to work dad has the truck and you have the only other car.” I said tears on the verge of breaking the cells that was my eyes

” well your alone? why don’t you invit people over and make them supper and have a movie night of it .”

” I have homework and all my friends are working tonight”

“what about that cute boy from work…his got a car right?”

I nearly droped the phone and ran up to my room to cry then and there ” his not intrested in me I’m damaged goods” I said not wanting to go into detal of the meaning of that

” oh well have fun make sure-”

“the house is clean” I cut her off and hung up the phone and walked into the hall then into my room. I falped onto my bed and closed my eyes softed silk tears fell from my eyes makking my make-up smuge down my cheeks and onto my pillows.

Madiliyns mask 3

melissadarroch — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 05:41:08 +0000

I walked to my car my bag over my shoulder weighting me down I say Eric from work the 19 year old hotty or AKA the prince at my car. I blushed a deep crisom and pushed my short brown hair behid my ear. “hello” I say breathlessly he smiled and it took my breath away. I wasn’t even sure if he knew what kind of power he had over me ever thing about him was prefice, his eyes, his lips, his personality and his smell. everything. I smiled back and put my bag into the back “could I help you keky” I ask using his nickname he called me nifa it was only our thing.I turned to him and our eyes met then I looked away and scaned the parking lot and he looked at his feet. I looked down at mine to and shut the door. The next thing I knew we were faceing each other only inchs appart I look up at him because to me at 5‘3’’ and his 6‘3’’. I blushed and smiled. he reached out and brushed the hair from my face .” Nifa “ He sounded nerves I smiled as his taned hand maded contacted with my pale skin “ Nifa I was wondering “ He studdered out ” yes” I asked my body shakeing though our eyes never lefted the other glase. ” I was wondering if you’d go to the Christmas party with me. “ he asked then blurted out “ and if you wouldn’t mind I’d like to call you my girlfriend.” My heart skiped a beat I couldn’t belive it the prince had asked me to be his princess I smiled bigger then ever and huged him holding him strongly in my arms felling his arms close around my small frame.I felt his heart raseing and smiled it was a good feeling. ” I’ll take this as a yes, Nifa?” I nod trying to remenber how to breath I finally remenber and took a deep breath. as we pulled away to face each other our arms still around one anoughter. “I love you” he said my heart stoped as his face neared mine and his lips maded contacted with my cheek he stoped and inhaled my sent before pulling back “ hmm your prefice everything and your sent is my favourite drug “ he said and walked me to my car door opening it for me and seating me in it. I turned it on and hug him “ stay safe” he told me before kissing my cheek again. and walking to his car. I sat holding the wheel for a few mintues before coming to terms with realtiy

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Kurzgeschichten von One broken Wing

onebrokenwing — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 23:51:41 +0000

Nicht nur Just Somebody wird hier ihre Kurzgeschichten und anderen Schweinkram von sich selbst vorst

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Neema Shaw — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 23:18:38 +0000

ellazuri wordpress.com . is my erotic story site

neemashaw.wordpress.com is my life story

queeniecat.wordpress.com is just me dribbling my crap to the world

catscooking.wordpress.com is me the domestic Goddess of cooking

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Neema Shaw — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 23:12:17 +0000

ellazuri wordpress.com . is my erotic story site

neemashaw.wordpress.com is my life story

queeniecat.wordpress.com is just me dribbling my crap to the world

catscooking.wordpress.com is me the domestic Goddess of cooking

read my other wordpress blog sites

Neema Shaw — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 23:07:56 +0000

ellazuri .or here is my erotic story site

neemashaw.wordpress.com is my life story

queeniecat.wordpress.com is just me dribbling my crap to the world

catscooking.wordpress.com is me the domestic Goddess of cooking

Kurzgeschichten von Just Somebody & ihre erste KG

lostprophetess — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 22:46:30 +0000

Ab heute werde ich meine KGs in diesem Blog veröffentlichen. Wer weiß, vielleicht findet jemand Inte

Madilyn mask

melissadarroch — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 00:47:20 +0000

I stand and wash the dishes as the other kids throw them on to the sink and around it. I sigh and get to work. It wasn’t my job but no one else was going to do it.
I started to think about my life. I started with the easy things my name, my age , where I was from there I was born , something funny about me.
Then I got to something no one knew… What was I going to say even if I was talking in my head and no one else could here I still couldn’t bring myself to face the truth or to at lest remind myself of my own personal hell. Well lest start with the beginning Shall we?

You know that Girl in high school the one that give 150% everyday. Put herself last all the time yet still seems happy?
The one that seems happy no matter what, with a smile on her face where ever see goes like she wear a mask?
The one that trys her best no matter what and has been known to make you or anyone else a cake just to cheer you up?
The Girl that is nice to EVERYONE even that teacher no one likes.
That kid that called the suck up , [censored] kisser or teachers pet.

Well thats me. My name is Madilyn Elphaba , my nickname is Elphy, I’m 16 yrs old and a grade 11. I was born and rasied in a little town called Westmount hills. I go to Westmount hill High School. Something funny about myself is that I still believe in magic and cried when I wasn’t good enough for Hogwarts.
Now something a lot of people dont know about me….Well lets see… That happy face everyone sees is a lie, my happy life lie , my awesome family lie … basically my life lie .
I gave it all yes and I tried to make everyone’s days better but yet my own day couldn’t get better even if the prince asked me to be his princess.
Yet I still try, no matter what I still try. I’m not sure why but I do. Maybe it’s because I still belive my life can turn around and the pain and hurting will stop or not hurt so much, or maybe it’s because I’m still dreaming that someday someone will ask me to tell the truth when I say I’m fine or great or fantastic.

I look at the clock it said it class was over I grab my stuff and walked out I hugged myself as I crossed the caffitera my friend Sarah spotting me and jumping up giving me a hug “ you okay” she said looking me in the eyes “ yea I’m fine” I said as I tried to pull away I was in no mood to act happy right now “ you don’t look fine you look like your about to cry “ she said “ I look at her dead in the eyes “ I’m fine .everythings fine” I told her and walked away

I didn’t want to lie to her but I also didn’t want people to know I was weak I felt a touch on my shoulder as I pass the office I look at the person it was Sarah she hugged me “ well when you want to talk I’m here, or you could go to guidance” she said looking conisired into my eyes “ also don’t forget I love you and only want to see you happy” she hugged me and whispered into my ear “ I know it suck and it hurts but you’ll see the rain will stop and you find peace. I’m not sure why it rain the hardest on people who deserve the sun, but Madilyn if anyone deserved the sun more it you. Trust me no matter what people still love you as hard as that may seem and when it’s all over the ones that love you well still be there you’ll see.” with that she let go and I walked away I wanted to tell her everything right then and there but I couldn’t I wouldn’t bring myself to it.

Poveste despre "Vointa si Traire" 2 fluturasi

victory21 — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 22:48:00 +0000

Au fost odata doi fluturasi! Viata lor a inceput intr-o zi,
dis de dimineata,era racoare afara desi era vara.
Atunci se nasteau atunci is deschideau pentru prima
data ochii si vedeau lumea! Erau colorati dar cam in ceata.
Si au inceput sa zboare,insa cei doi au inceput sa se certe,
iar unu din fluturasi din pacate pintre miile de flori,
crengi si frunze incercand sa scape a luat o alta cale
si s-a pierdut de celalalt:( Dar pe rand fiecare pe calea lui descoperau
frumuseti ale naturii, vedeau insecte viu colorate, animale
care mai de care mai frumoase si uitasera pentru cateva minute
ca s-au certat si ca s-au pierdut. Desi s-au vazut doar pentru
cateva secunde tot isi aduceau aminte unu de altu. Si trecea
timpu cu orele si cand era cel mai puternic soare sau cel mai
stralucitor soare au ajuns amandoi intr-un camp imes deschis.
Insa unu era intr-o parte iar celalalt tocmai in partea cealalta.
Iar in campul acela imes pe un soare torid si stralucitor
unu din ei a inceput sa prinda atat de multa culoare incat toti
cei ce il vedeau se mirau si aveau o privire sclipitoare.
Iar celalalt,in momentu in care sa prinda culoare, o plasa l-a prins
in ultimul moment! Coloratul a inceput sa simta lipsa
celuilalt fluturas si neintelegand de ce se simte tot mai slabit..
si-a dat seama ca ei ca fluturasi nu traiesc foarte mult.
In acel moment s-a daruit in totalitate sa il caute pe fluturasu langa care s-a nascut.

Timpu trecea si nimic nu mai parea
ca se vor mai intalni, insa coiincidenta,incapatanarea si vointa coloratului au facut ca cei doi sa se intalneasca
cu privirea. In momentul cand la vazut pe cel cenusiu in interiorul unei plase de fluturi si cand a vazut ca soarele e pe cale
sa apuna…a vrut neaparat sa faca in asa fel…sa fie alaturi de cel cenusiu sa dea culoare…si sa isi aduca aminte
si sa uite de tot ce a fost in acelasi timp! Coloratu sa asezat pe nasul acelui om care tinea plasa de fluturasi! Iar aceeasi
reactie a avuto si el ca toata lumea, ochii incepusera sa ii straluceasca de uimirea culoriilor, emotionandul asa de tare
incat a dat drumul la plasa! Parca intelegand din priviri ce vrea coloratu! Si in acel moment nu s-au mai despartit in ultimele clipe
ale vietii lor, si au inceput sa isi arate culoriile impreuna pentru prima si ultima data,cat de luminoase si de aprinse erau posibil sa fie!
Intr-o noua coiincidenta au dat de un cuplu si pe ultimele raze de soare au reusit sa ii mire pe cei doi, care stateau pe patura
aprope de locul unde sau intalnit cei doi fluturasi! Cei doi iubiti si-au promis sa fie la fel de coloratii ca si cei doi
fluturasi toata viata si sa fie fericiti impreuna! Cei doi fluturasi si-au inceput ultimul lor zbor pintre crengi frunze verzi verzi
iar un paraias cu apa limpede si pura le uda! La fel si cei doi fluturasi sau udat, erau racarosi ca si dimineata cand sau nascut
si pentru o ultima privire cei doi au privit spre acea pereche de indragostitii stiind ca si-au trait acea singura zi pe pamant cu un scop
de a uimi si de a provoca zambete si iubire!!:*

Poveste...plina de culoare!

victory21 — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 21:11:08 +0000

au fost odata 2 batranei foarte indragostiti..cu ochi foarte tineri..si cu zambetu pe buze de dimineata pana seara!
ei lucrau la o fabrica de vopsele…si traiau intr-un satuc foarte sarac..dar era foarte iubiti in sat…si nimeni se se certa in acel satuc
sarac dar ft iubitor..iar intro zi la lucru…cei doi batranei…am vrut sa fac ceva special…ceva nou…si au creat 2 culori
noi dar cam ciudate..nimeni nu stia ce culori sunt…iar cand venise sefu la fabrica si vazuse isprava..sa enervat rau si ia
dat pe batrani afara..dupa o viata intrega care au lucrat-o acolo..!batrani fara un pic de suparare.. isi luasera culoriile cu ei!
neavand bani, cei doi au stat zile la rand in piata…zi de zi..sa vanda culoriile..dar nimeni nu le cumpara..
iar ei ramasesera fara bani..:(pana intro zi cand venise o masina foarte scumpa si au oprit brusc..in piata…si coborase o domnisoara tanara…
foarte eleganta…atrasa de acele 2 culori..
si le-a cumparat culoriile cu multi bani..domnisoara a dus culoriile acasa…sa-si vopseasca dormitorul ei si al sotului ei din casa lor
mare in care stateau!..si din combinatia culoriilor…domnisoara..crease o culoare care ia intrat la inima! dar nu i-a fost de ajuns pentru toata
camera…si era foarte trista…si au incceput sa caute..sa dea de cei care au facut acele culorii:(..dar fara rezultat…
iar domitorul a ramas neterminat…si inca nu puteau domri acolo..
pana intro zi cand a dat de cei doi batrani…si ea invitat…la cina sa vorbeasca cu ei..despre…posibilitate de a face…acele culori
dar in momentul cand erau la cina…si sotul domnisoarei venise..acasa…sa intamplat ceva! sotul ei era fix seful fabrici de vopsele
din care au fost dati afara cei doi batranei…la vederea acestuia batranei au si plecat fara pic…de suparare..din nou!
in acel moment cei doi sot sotie..incepusera sa se certe…iar…cu timp..domnisoara..sa despartit de el…stiind ca din acel moment
va ramane fara nimica…si domnisoara a ramas fara nimic fara casa fara bani..si fara a avea incotro sa se indrepte…
si ii venise in minte…dupa mult timp sa mearga…la casa celor doi batranei..si in drum spre casa lor..aflase ca cei doi batrni
murisera…:(dar au murit impreuna dupa o viata intreaga de fericire impreuna…si in care sau iubit intre ei si pe cei din jur
in momentu cand ajunse la casa aceea..batuse la usa…si a deschis un baiat…inalt..frumos…modest in tot cea ce inseamna exterioru
unui baiat…si avea o inima..ca cei doi batranei impreuna..era copilu celor doi..urmasul celor..doi
si domnisoara..cand intrase in casa…vasuse..cele mai frumoase culori vzute vrodata…undeva…totu era asa de frumos vopsit in acea
casa saracuta ft urata in exterior…incat sa indragsotit pe loc…si cu timpu si baiatul si fata sau indragostit unu de altu..
si au ajuns…sa continue munca..celor…doi batranei si au trait fericiti..si au creat o minunatie de culori..si au trait..modest..dar foarte
fericiti! in acel satuc sarac…intr-o relatie intr-o casuta si intr-o iubire..mai colorata ca oricare alta!!:X

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sehnsuchtswiese — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 18:35:11 +0000

What’s worth this endless pain?

Enough

kriziau — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 23:08:23 +0000

Is it enough
to want to write, to express, to actually say something worth reading,
to feel what you do, what you listen, what you say,

Chet playing in the background… he would probably think its enough,

mumbling….

expressionless word, with hidden feelings

mumble some more…

great…its not enough…it never is.

No place like home

kriziau — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 23:07:28 +0000

Nora doesn’t miss me, at least not as much as she would’ve missed you, it doesn’t bother me, and I can cope with missing her a bit. I have rented an apartment on 77th street, right in the middle of Columbus and West Dr., the Museum of natural history and the Planetarium keep me the most welcoming company. I love it.

Thought I would miss you…surprised that I don’t, we talked several days ago it was… nice. Nothing special… sometimes a person just doesn’t want to be home.

Perfect evening

kriziau — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 23:05:26 +0000

Late afternoon, we walked Nora in our pjs, she was happy to get out, took her time smelling everything, we didnt mind, it was a perfect silence. I was starting to shiver, autumn was here…you knew I was going to get cold, brought me a sweater. I didnt notice until you gave it to me. Kissed your shoulder. “You´re welcome, you always get cold”. You said.
“Lets get chinese, we can eat it on the bench”, I offered. “You dont get tired of Columbus and 77th…I´ll be back, take Nora.”

Its getting dark…Billie Holiday…I heard her singing…maybe in my head.

We ate. This is fucked up…

“Ill be right back…” Kissed you, petted Nora…

Walked…tomorrow my place would be alone….didnt look back

….Perfect evening….

Perfect afternoon

kriziau — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 23:03:31 +0000

You are finished, but I keep on…you can’t take it, it´s very sensitive now. You’re pleading me to stop but I know you can take a bit more, and I can too. You’re just overwhelmed by the painful pleasure. You pull my hair and make me stop my favorite deed, “Babe, what the fuck! Are you trying to kill me here? Damn, you enjoy this that much?” I give you a dirty look and smile, I know you love that I can’t get enough. You smile, pull me towards you and kiss me. You mumbled something…something sweet I suppose, didn’t ask… I was interested in my payback….

I was done…everything stopped for a moment, couldn’t think straight…looked down at you…”Baby, you mumbled something before?”

….Perfect afternoon….

Perfect Morning...

kriziau — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 17:04:46 +0000

I wake up, I walk half naked and totally drowsy to the bathroom, I hear you in the kitchen…what´s today?…saturday, that means “Damien’s Famous Deluxe Surprise breakfast”…which is not famous, Deluxe or surprising…one saturday pancakes, next saturday french toast, and always…fruits; anything you can get your hands on, last week we had to hurry you to the hospital after what the doctor referred to as food poisoning, we didn’t even know that fruit could do such a thing. I survived, by refusing to eat something that looked liked it might jump at any moment.

I took a bath, dried up and walked naked to the bedroom. As always you were waiting, with your “Kiss the cock” apron and your never tiring erase “You know you have to pay the cock…sorry the cook”. You would think I would be tired of the routine every saturday…but what lacked of improv in the appetizers, was exceeded perfectly, by this, the main course. Always gets to me how do you figure out I’m up, didn’t give it a second thought….smiled, walked towards you, got on my knees and lifted your apron, “Why, hello there”. I liked the cook….”should I give him a Deluxe surprise?” “Oh baby, I lo…”, didn’t let you finish, started to have a conversation with the wonderfully achieved cook.After the two hour play, we were hungry and tired as usual, we took a shower together played a little in the bathtub. Told you: “Sit tight, Ill be right back”. Brought the breakfast to the tub, turned the shower off, “love, this is hot, but u did clean the tub this morning, right?” You are a bit of a neat freak, so adorable, “Yes, babe”…actually i cleaned it yesterday, you didn’t have to know. We finished, stayed lying in the tub for a while.

You know me, I cant take too much cuddling and cant sleep for shit if we are hugging, you got out first, helped me up and carried me to the bed….kissed my forehead, my left nipple and my right thigh, “Sleep tight, babe…we’ll walk the dog later”

…..perfect morning….

hilf dir selbst

lionellvp — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 15:00:00 +0000

So in etwa sehen oft die Antworten aus, wenn ich mit Problemen nicht weiter komme, nicht etwa Problem, Möglichkeiten, Lösung. Schlussendlich muss ich mir selber ein Kopf machen. Naju ich bin alt genug dafür, einzige Ausnahme ich bin in einer Ausbildung da sollte man erwarten das wenn man Fragen hat ne Antwort bekommt mit der man arbeiten kann. Egal, der restliche Tag ist damit für mich gestorben und ich widme mich wieder meinen Tätigkeiten zu die weniger relevant aber für mich interessant sind. Etwa ein neues Modul im Essenprogramm entwickeln welches das stornieren bestellter Menüs regelt. Irgendwann sagte man mal zu mir ich solle Lehrer werden, damals empfand ich das als schlechten Witz allerdings wenn ich nun die letzten 3Jahre zurück blicke, hätte ich aus der anderen Sicht vieles anders gemacht. Jemand der in diesem Job anfängt mit seinen Fragen im dunkeln stehen zu lassen oder erhaben darüber zu sehen und zu erwarten das der andere es weiß erachte ich nicht als die sinnvolle Art.

Schauen wir einfach mal was die Mittagsküche bietet, oder machen wir eine Bestandszählung, wenn dann Fragen kommen warum noch nicht fertig und so dann hab ich ne Begründung. Das paradoxe im Tal der Ahnungslosen steh ich immer nur dann wenn unser selbsternannter Gott der IT da ist. Dann sind meine Fragen eher die von normal Sterblichen also uninteressant das man sich die Mühe macht vernünftige Antworten zu geben.

Prinz gesucht.....

*eine wie keine* — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 19:16:35 +0000

ok mal was anderes, ich suche für mein Märchen noch einen Prinzen und hoffe das aus dem siehe unten, ein Prinz wird…. also wer mag das ich ihn in den Roman mit einbringe dann mal her damit, der erste gewinnt…..

Der Bär und der Honig oder : wie gehts weiter?

*eine wie keine* — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 10:22:15 +0000

Vor gar nicht allzu langer Zeit, lebte eine Bärenfamilie im tiefsten Wald. Die fallenden Blätter kündigten langsam den Herbst an und der Familie gingen langsam die Vorräte aus.

Eines Tages die Sonne verschwand gerade hinter dem Horizont, kam ein Vöglein geflogen und setzte sich auf den Riesen großen Baumstumpf neben die Bärenfamilie.

so weit so gut…. ich hab eine Schreibblokade……. mir fällt nichts ein aber absolut nix…

hat jemande eine Idee? vielleicht wenn ich im liege fällt mir mehr ein.

….

TOTAL REEBOOOT as kora 123

Black luck|kora123 — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 00:25:20 +0000

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