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Beneath the Shadowed Trees: Boxing Myself In
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees. Saturday, August 10, 2013. I don't really think so. But maybe she does. She has let herself become a person surrounded by awful. I think maybe she thinks she deserves it. She doesn't. She deserves someone who will REALLY love her. But she settles for whatever comes along and smiles at her. My heart aches. My head hurts. I feel empty. I feel angry. I feel completely betrayed. All in the name of friendship. I think I will just go back to my box. Beneath the Shadowed Trees.
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees: August 2013
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees. Saturday, August 10, 2013. I don't really think so. But maybe she does. She has let herself become a person surrounded by awful. I think maybe she thinks she deserves it. She doesn't. She deserves someone who will REALLY love her. But she settles for whatever comes along and smiles at her. My heart aches. My head hurts. I feel empty. I feel angry. I feel completely betrayed. All in the name of friendship. I think I will just go back to my box. Beneath the Shadowed Trees.
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees: When He was Gone; Part 2
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees. Saturday, February 9, 2008. When He was Gone; Part 2. Last night was hard. Today would be harder. More people expressing sorrow and condolences. The older women, the widows saying they understood that they too had been there. She would give the expected half a smile of gratitude and talk to the next. But none of them understood. How could they? Beneath the Shadowed Trees. OK, I'm hooked.keep writing! February 18, 2008 at 6:41 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees: January 2008
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees. Tuesday, January 29, 2008. When He Was Gone. This is just a piece of fiction. Came to my mind and I wanted to write it down. I thought to use this journal as a place to write my poetry and fiction, rather than my thoughts. You can comment if you like. It may not be good to your mind, but thats ok. I may add more, I may not. Who knows.*. Beneath the Shadowed Trees. Links to this post. Thursday, January 17, 2008. Happiness. Seems a vague concept doesn't it? Links to this post.
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees: May 2007
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees. Sunday, May 20, 2007. I know that they say that somethings are better left unsaid. I hate being so mad. It does nothing good for me karmacly. Makes me feel icky inside. Normally when I get here, to this point of anger I will pop in some Celtic music and chill myself the hell out. Know what I am listening to? Angery music. LOUDLY on head phones. Never had a voice to protest, so you fed me shit to digest*. Beneath the Shadowed Trees. Links to this post. Saturday, May 12, 2007.
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees: March 2007
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees. Thursday, March 29, 2007. That movie rocks.and Chelc` and I can't wait for our first oppertunity to go "THIS IS SPARTA! And kick someone into a ravine or something. Now I want to post my favorite poem ever published (thus far in my life.). How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height. My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight. For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's. With my lost saints,.
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees: When He Was Gone Part3
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees. Saturday, August 30, 2008. When He Was Gone Part3. She stood there with their daughter, together facing person after person. Shaking hand after hand and reciving hug after hug. Everyone was a blur, the words seemed muffled and unimportant. She tried her best not to glance to the left too often. He was lying there in an unfamiliar way, looking different and still the same. Unmoving, he was so still. She leaned her head against the cool wall and drifted off, to a dreamless sleep.
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees: August 2008
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees. Saturday, August 30, 2008. When He Was Gone Part3. She stood there with their daughter, together facing person after person. Shaking hand after hand and reciving hug after hug. Everyone was a blur, the words seemed muffled and unimportant. She tried her best not to glance to the left too often. He was lying there in an unfamiliar way, looking different and still the same. Unmoving, he was so still. She leaned her head against the cool wall and drifted off, to a dreamless sleep.
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees: When He Was Gone.
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees. Tuesday, January 29, 2008. When He Was Gone. This is just a piece of fiction. Came to my mind and I wanted to write it down. I thought to use this journal as a place to write my poetry and fiction, rather than my thoughts. You can comment if you like. It may not be good to your mind, but thats ok. I may add more, I may not. Who knows.*. Beneath the Shadowed Trees. February 3, 2008 at 3:13 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Beneath the Shadowed Trees. When He Was Gone.
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees: October 2007
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Beneath the Shadowed Trees. Saturday, October 6, 2007. It's been a while since I wrote anything in this blog. I have to say, that everything is working out. Sam and I got married a month after my last post and, now we are expecting a baby in April. Beneath the Shadowed Trees. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Beneath the Shadowed Trees. View my complete profile. A window into my thoughts. Girl With Wicked Green Eyes By: Sam Stephen (My favorite Poem).
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