Tag: family
member name: Carol Cassell
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August 02, 2006 11:18 AM EDT --
Isn't it a challenge to be human?
We are just a bit advanced from animals.
We know we are immortal
But must live with
Thoughts;
Fears; and feelings of dying.
Or question
When will . . .
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August 10, 2006 08:00 AM EDT --
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August 11, 2006 12:05 AM EDT --
Out of the blue
my lover came to me
Then out of the blue
he was gone.
My love for him
never ended...
Thirty years that
Took us through:
A husband or two,
children,...
and . . .
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August 11, 2006 12:20 AM EDT --
With toes curling
in and out on the
the thick pile rug,
I begin to
imagine in my head
The words to pen
that set us apart
and unequal
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Fingers play
the keys
I hear
in my head
Now . . .
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September 07, 2006 12:37 PM EDT --
Abstract
Millions of children are exposed to traumatic experiences each year. Traumatized children develop a clinical syndrome . . .
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August 12, 2006 12:53 AM EDT --
The rain gently
spitting
Tingles the flesh
as I walk
through clouds
and a blank horizon.
The rain tingles
stirring awareness,
How alive I feel.
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August 16, 2006 03:15 PM EDT --
I once was young. Tender in my mind was something very missing. As much as my grandmother and young aunts tried to cover, I think I very much missed my mother. Sadly she had somehow fallen . . .
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August 05, 2006 06:01 PM EDT --
He's driven by what he hears in his head.
It is there to bring out what is best in him.
He's driven even more to compose,
to
express,
to . . .
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August 10, 2006 08:18 AM EDT --
He waits in despair
Hoping his one true
love would appear.
She's aloof and
refuses to talk
The blowouts and
the misdemeanors
in the mind is all
contained for now.
What has become
of him?
She's . . .
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August 12, 2006 01:01 AM EDT --
<h2>The smell of autumn
leaves permeates my
senses. Someone's burning:
The Raking Time is here.
So strongly that
scent I still remember.
It takes me back -
to when autumn leaves
did not last . . .
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August 17, 2006 04:44 PM EDT --
I'd like to cry
but I can't.
I'd like to run
away,
but that's impossible.
Sitting, watching from
the window
I feel so empty;
destroyed by one man's
words.
How can I profess to love . . .
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August 19, 2006 02:08 AM EDT --
You can't do that? Oh,Yes I can.
Since I retired, I have had to work some of the hardest jobs I've ever had to muster the strength to do. [Not counting memorizing all the postal . . .
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August 22, 2006 10:25 PM EDT --
Anger tenses every muscle
frustrated for so long
over what?
Apathy perplexes me.
Is there an answer I
should find?
How long will this
awful state of mind last?
I can not breath.
I see
only mud. I won't . . .
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August 22, 2006 10:55 PM EDT --
In class today we got to play with playdough. Child Development Pschology to be exact. Apply what type of animal you think you are to the clay and build it.
First off, mine . . .
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September 30, 2006 02:11 PM EDT --
This picture of "The Headless Guy" in my living room was added to images but no one seems to get it. Well, here's . . .
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August 02, 2006 12:18 PM EDT --
The days of her life were spent in constant turmoil and battle. The stuggle robbed her of her children, she thought. People who spend their lives appeasing others have little left to give in the . . .
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August 10, 2006 11:53 PM EDT --
This week has been a strange one.
Too many lost friends suddenly
Showing up, like ghosts.
Wanting to know what has happened
After thirty plus years have past.
Why after all these weeks? Why,
Do they . . .
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August 17, 2006 11:33 PM EDT --
The curtains, fading and dusty
hang crooked.
No curtain rods were ever purchased.
So I hung the curtains end to end with
tacks.
How do you like that?
Now graying with seasons of wear, the curtains
look . . .
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August 20, 2006 12:03 AM EDT --
Promises are lies that
go astray,
They make you think
great thoughts
of what the promise makes.
Promises build false hopes
and rains out feelings
filled with phony smoke
burning from untruth.
Promises . . .
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August 21, 2006 11:05 PM EDT --
Today I met a funny little lady
She doesn't look like a professor
From Harvard, not that I would know one,
having never met one before.
But she is.
She is very tiny, with strangles of . . .
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