Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Now Men.... Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
Anonymous
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Monday, May 22, 2006
Poetry
I close my eyes, and forget for a while. I cease to think, and just watch life pass by. I move my feet, but they have no direction. I move, but have no meaning. when do i stop and figure it out. when do I stop and just let it go. My head is always filled with thoughts that are bigger then me. With problems, I have no solutions for. With questions, I want no answers for. So why all the thoughts, why all the questions, Can't remember, Just want to forget. just want to forget. Just want to be.
By Carmen
By Carmen
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