Blog PostsFriends | BlogLook how beautiful....The Gala RingThere's something thrilling about the classic combination of shimmering sterling silver and diamond-like cubic zirconia. Just take one look at the Gala Ring and you'll agree.The Gala Ring's stunning emerald-cut cz center stone is set in an elegant sterling silver band and enhanced by 2 half-moon cz and 54 additional cz accents. My boyfriend is getting me this for my 54th birthday gift. It is so beautiful. SADFebruary is the "Most Depressing" time of the year ~ so therefore I will use the name "Black Heart"............until my depression lifts. Thanks for understanding. ~ Galacloud winged seeds geyser steam ocean above sky her violin fingers she stands on the edge of space radiation in the stormclouds a nightjar in a tree screams she is draining down she will float there is emptiness the ghastly centre of her seasonal gray ragged tint coagulation seasonal gray ragged tint the ghastly centre of her and now the universe has begun flat piled gigantic mountains she stands on the edge of space snake scales lapping snake scales coagulation thin, long, drawn fleece geyser steam snowing swift I have Betty Davis Eyes..........Her hair is hollow goldHer lips sweet surprise Her hands are never cold She's got Bette Davis eyes She'll turn the music on you You won't have to think twice She's pure as New York snow She's got Bette Davis eyes And she'll tease you She'll unease you All the better just to please you She's precocious and she knows just what it takes to make a pro blush She's got Greta Garbo stand-off sighs She's got Bette Davis eyes She'll let you take her home (it whets her appetite) She'll lay you on the throne She's got Bette Davis eyes She'll take a tumble on you Roll you like you were dice until you come up blue She's got Bette Davis eyes She'll expose you when she snows you off your feet with the crumbs she throws you She's ferocious and she knows just what it takes to make a pro blush All the boys think she's a spy She's got Bette Davis eyes And she'll tease you She'll unease you All the better just to please you She's precocious and she knows just what it takes to make a pro blush All the boys think she's a spy She's got Bette Davis eyes She'll tease you She'll unease you Just to please you She's got Bette Davis eyes She'll expose you When she snows you She knows you She's got Bette Davis eyes ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Who was GREEN???Being GreenChecking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the older woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't ...good for the environment. The woman apologized and explained, "We didn't have this green thing back in my earlier days." The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment f or future generations." She was right -- our generation didn't have the green thing in its day. Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were truely recycled. But we didn't have the green thing back in our day. Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, that we reused for numerous things, most memorable besides household garbage bags, was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks. This was to ensure that public property, (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags. But too bad we didn't do the green thing back then. We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day. Back then, we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that young lady is right; we didn't have the green thing back in our day. Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she's right; we didn't have the green thing back then. We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn't have the green thing back then. Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint. But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the green thing back then? Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smartass young person. Deviant thinker......Black Hearted oneAll the prophets and the gods came prepared for theirs So we dine on divine of the mind impaired Preaching werewolf prayers on a nightly flight It's taken all we ate in the pale moonlight Feel the urge of the power surge connect us all Bringing kingdoms under siege with the words that i control Got an arsenal, ganja blunts and such Only love can set me free from this patriotic quest Speaking testaments in our secret dialogue While the drones begin to feast on the feces of the hog Walk in the wilderness of the mind Soul decides to die and leave infinity behind black´-heart`ed a. 1. Having a wicked, malignant disposition; morally bad. "Why am I?", gave birth to humanity and it will be "the last why"; thus life.Black Heart© Shae The pain, it hurts it rips and tears Unstoppable, but I don’t care All the lies about me, all the tears that have come They're all from you and that thing you’ve become Don’t you remember when we were young and small? All the secrets we shared, do you remember at all? Now my hatred for you is growing strong Every insult you throw, is it really so wrong? That your face makes me shake How much more can I take.....? Now, do you see what you've done? This happened to ME, congratulations you’ve won Now are you glad that you killed me inside? Because now I wish I had really died Of course you don’t, you’ll never know All the pain and suffering I’ll never show My heart isn’t mending Because of all you’re bending It’s form slithering back Only now it’s black…… Source: Black Heart, Bullying Poem http://www.bestteenpoems.com/poem/black-heart#ixzz1jHDXzkA4 Black Heart BREAKBlack Heart, BreakYour cold stare Is my heart's bait it's the kiss of death it's the whisper of hate It's so appealing It lures in my heart Even though I know It'll tear it apart I know it's no good For me or my love life But I want you to want me Until your heart is mine I want what you have And I plan to succeed In making your cold heart Break just for me I want your black heart bleeding And breaking for my own And when you are not with me I want you to feel alone I want you to scream my name In your sleep and in the dark I want you to only lust After the love from MY heart I want you black heart to break When you see me walk away I need you to be consumed with desire And NEED me to stay I want you desire for me To break your cold, hard shell And when my black heart starts to break I want yours to break as well |