After Finding ourselves buried deep below the burdens of the world
Is it far too much to care for anyone because everyone is in need
Far too many cries and pleas
Eyes peeled for scammers and shammers since we ourselves don't have plenty
Trying to be a friend but it remains alot to take in
But not today.....
Just for fun let us forget, even if only for a day
This way we become the balance we seek
Let the suns rays wash over the drained and troubled
Let this day rebuilt you from the rubble, taking away your doubt
Let it replenish all that you have lost in this drought
When it is done let humility be not only gained but understood
Let it remind your heart there is still some good
Let this day give you clarity so that your hopes and dreams are within reach
Then take all of your pain to the mountain top and scream from it's peak!
I Am Not my Circumstance! And It Is My Decision Alone To Create A Second Chance
An exorcism of words dispelled from a tattered and broken being, far beyond or without limits
Releasing Demons because this is how we grow by opening up simply to let some stuff go, this is how we grow
Once we understand and know! We are the blessing not only to others but to ourselves
To save ourselves from wounds created by self
So today we kick back
In fact! We dance in the clouds and paint the sky with our colors and all the wonderment we held as a child
Today we are free
Free to run wild
All the while it is a process of growth, a leap of faith and hope
Today we rejoice
Today we are love....
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Joey Renee
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I always say that words imitate art and art imitates life. Writing isn't just a passion its a hobby. Creating is enjoyed as much as a good read or a real thinker of a poem. Poetry is my first love and the pen is my mistress.
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Now You See It The Professor stated that part of our midterm was going to be conducting autopsies on cadavers to find out their causes of death. My plan was simple so there was no need for worries. I continued scribbling songs in a notebook titled Class Notes. A few pages over I began to actually take notes for the written exam. I don’t have anxieties about testing so that didn’t bother me. I was just a bit behind on anatomy and procedure. The next morning I arrived on an empty campus at 4:30 am. I didn’t really want to do this but making very little money at the coffee house and lack of space was taking its toll. I needed at least a full 60 credits to work under an internship, one of which would be paid. To me, any step closer to being without four roommates was a step in the right direction, even the wrong one. Ducking through the clearing I noticed a midsized truck leaving the loading dock area. After it turned down 7th Street, I scurried down the loading dock ramp to the side door. After about 10 minutes the door was open and I was in. The Chambers were at the end of the hall. Which happened to be pitch black since the school had not yet opened. I passed the Botanical Lab. Pressing my hands together I shuddered. It was indeed cold but it was the darkness that send a chill up my back. Inside I clicked my flashlight on, facing it upward on top of the file cabinet. The freezer had about 20 compartments that held cadavers for both medical and mortuary science. Each Cadaver was in a white body bag. There were only about 13 cadavers in the drawers but I still had to be quick about it before janitorial staff arrives for their 6:00 shift. It was already 4:49 and a lot of time had been wasted on that stupid delivery truck. It didn’t even have anything on it! Just a plain white nuisance! Now I had to move a lot quicker than planned. The first nine weren’t labeled but appeared to be together. The last four were for our class. It was 5:10 and I was definitely cutting it close. The first one was a woman that had a long battle with cancer. Second was a man who had a long battle with Diabetes. The third was kind of a weird case. It was a woman with no previous health issues. I dropped the file as an ominous feeling crept over me. Pictures of both were quickly taken and I moved on to the next one. Halfway down an arm fell out wearing the same watch as Professor Senad. Pulling faster out of fear his ID badge fell out and my heart stopped. With both hands trembling, I opened the rest of the bag. The truth was in his eyes. As soon as I saw his piercing blue eyes, I knew it was him. This was beyond comprehension. What was going on? Run! No you are on camera! I began hyperventilating, shaking uncontrollably. “Think Sabrina! They’re going to throw you in jail and get you a court appointed attorney because you are too broke for a real lawyer.” I would have to do a quick autopsy on the professor or get my affairs in order for a life sentence. With both options being terrible I swallowed hard, grabbed a scalpel and made a small enough incision to feel around and see what I could find out. There were no markings on his body to assume he was strangled, Nor exit wounds suggesting he’d been shot, or entrance wounds to indicate he’d been stabbed. There was no evidence of a struggle. His clothes were intact. The room didn’t appear out of place. How did Senad die! Frantically scanning his body my eyes darted while looking around crazily to ensure that no one saw me. Then placing my left hand on his side to keep him in place I felt the weirdest thing. There was a stitch up the side of his body. It felt as if it went up about half a foot. Turning him on his side revealed a fresh incision that was in fact stitched up quite professionally if I do say so. Was he killed for a kidney I thought while cutting through them? Slowly I entered. Nothing really stood out beside the displacement of his Kidney’s His liver was also intact but his Kidney was in an odd positioning. I tried feeling around this went on for a minute or so before I felt something odd. Unable to make sense of it I felt around it knowing it did not belong. It was hard and was not attached or connected to any organs. This is becoming odder by the second I thought as I pulled the cover of a small leather cash drop bag. Speaking in the 3rd person I began stutter. There were at least 20 stacks in it. Immediately I tried reasoning with myself aloud. “Twenty thousand dollars! What should I do with the money? You should definitely take the money.” There was also no way I could go home at this point I thought. It was 5:23 and way passed time to go. I gathered all of the loose files that fell, closed every shelf except Senad’s. There were surgical supplies out and all kinds of proof of what took place just now. Startled I jumped from the noise coming from the loading dock door. Someone was in here! Sliding the shelf closed without so much as a peep I clutched my bag and ran for the green house. It was the only room with an alternate exit. It was the glass roof or the bolted side door. Which is funny because the original plan was picking the lock versus running pass it for the readily unlocked rooftop because it is insanely high. Every sound grew closer until gathered the courage and slid down the slanted rooftop, down the water drainage system to only an 8 foot drop sliding on what appeared to be a small black notebook as I sprang to my feet.
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The summer Oath
I love summertime and I can't believe that I did not think of this sooner! I've been putting together a notebook for this summer. On the first page of my notebook is the summer oath. I wanted to share the oath with other people that love summer as much as I do! I will be publishing more details about my notebook on my blog. However for now here is the official oath of summer.
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