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| Life...Love...Death | The mystery of life | ||||||||||||||||
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The best poetry comes from the most unexpected places. These are two exapmles that my friend, Phillip Pelletier,and my boyfriend/husband,Troy Sutton,did in times of lonliness and dispair: (untitled -copywrited) The object of my hearts desire a love too great to express passion inside like burning fire I love her more than all the rest. I speak with her at night by wire, But face to face contact is best. Our fight with time is not yet won Although our hearts are intertwined I'm gald to know that I am the one and my persistance made you mine Until my time on earth is done A greater love I will not find. Now as the sun falls out of sight And our time is almost spent and while the stars come out at night I know now that this love is right Upon saying that I bid you goonight. - Troy Sutton 2-10-1999 (untitled -copywrited) As I sat here today I looked around..thinking Not knowing up from down, Left from right, My name from the next. My world has been upside, You think you know someone..but you don't. They say they love you but they lied. They don't notice anything wrong, Even if they did they would never see the truth. The truth....... What is the truth? The Truth is they are the ones holding the knife that stabbed you in the back, But you can't tell them that, That would make you seem weird. But are you already??? You don't know... You ask yourself a million questions not knowing the answer to any of them, But are you the one that should be answering them? You want to ask the person for yourself but your afraid of what they will say. Or worse what they wouldn't say. You've been sitting here for an hour now But still no closer to any answers than you were before. You wonder if you should just go on with your life Just leaving your feelings inside. Then it comes to you though and then You write this poem. -Phillip Pelletier |
Ok show of hands, Who doesnt like sex?! People call it the process of creation, the act of love, the joining of two bodies and souls in more ways than one. The word "sex" is almost too inpersonal. Many prefer to call it "love making" That is how we, my boyfriend and I, refer to it. Or we just say "it" when our parents are around. Are there times when you want to tell your parents you commiting this act, but you know it will crush them? Or at the times when you're in an argument and you feel like saying it TOO crush them? If so let me know so I don't feel like Im the only one. | ||||||||||||||||
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Greeting! My name is Danielle and below is my world! Thats right, the little picture of the planet at the far left. Yep you found it. I have been on that lothesome little chunk of rock for about 15 years. I live in St. Petersburg, Florida and very happily taken by a very handsome and talented man named Troy. He's 17 and we've been with one another for 5/6 months now. Yes yes yes it's not a long time, believe me it feels like longer. Did I mention I am very happy? Like the title of my page "...realm of the dreamer" I am a dreamer. I have many dreams. Many which have been crushed my the oppression of parents and just reality in general. But we need to dream to put up with reality, OR are dreams the reality and reality is simply a dream? | |||||||||||||||||
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