Her journal posts
If I had the foresight when I was younger Fifteen or so) to do
entirely insane amounts of research or sex, sex ed and women's
health when I still had a burning desire to be a nurse I would have
sat down all the girls in my graduating high school class and
spelled out to them why unsafe sex leads to all the things they're
currently dealing with. Just found out another former classmate of
mine is pregnant with baby #2 (or was it three..) and has just
reached the grand old age of 20. Well, most would say she new what
she was doing and it was her own damn fault for not being smarter.
Can't argue with that logic, one because its true and two because I
agree with it. I'm just tired of seeing girls my age and younger
having 1, 2 and 3 kids running around like it ain't nothing. ~Sigh~
Worse because I have to deal with the little suckers when they come
to summer camp.~Sigh~....Think I might be masochistic.....
If I had the foresight when I was younger Fifteen or so) to doentirely insane amounts of research or sex, sex ed and women'shealth when I still had a burning desire to be a nurse I would havesat down all the girls in my graduating high school class andspelled out to them why unsafe sex leads to all the things they'recurrently dealing with. Just found out another former classmate ofmine is pregnant with baby #2 (or was it three..) and has justreached the grand old age of 20. Well, most would say she new whatshe was doing and it was her own damn fault for not being smarter.Can't argue with that logic, one because its true and two because Iagree with it. I'm just tired of seeing girls my age and youngerhaving 1, 2 and 3 kids running around like it ain't nothing. ~Sigh~Worse because I have to deal with the little suckers when they cometo summer camp.~Sigh~....Think I might be masochistic.....
Blah blah blah...Birth Control!
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
-- Robert Frost
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
-- Robert Frost
Nothing Gold Can Stay
"First Fig". Don't ask me why its called that, I just don't
know.
First Fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
"First Fig". Don't ask me why its called that, I just don'tknow.
First Fig
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Poem 2
I'm gonna start posting poems that move me in some way. To start
off with a bang, Invictus.
William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903
7. Invictus
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance 5
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade, 10
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate: 15
I am the captain of my soul.
I'm gonna start posting poems that move me in some way. To startoff with a bang, Invictus.
William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903
7. Invictus
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance 5
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade, 10
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate: 15
I am the captain of my soul.
Poem