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I’m Addicted!

May 29, 2007

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It’s been a while since my last post.  So much going through my brain so little time to post.  I am involved in a new hobby, I am knitting!  I have wanted to try for a while now.  I tried about a year ago with a knitting kit, it was no use the DVD didn’t […]

Scars

May 16, 2007

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We all have emotional scars that serve as a reminder of past hurts. These scars are suppose to remind us feelings and experiences that we don’t want to encounter again. Mine only serve to remind me of a childhood broken and scary. I have only just started to confront the scars of my past. I […]

I am…

May 6, 2007

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I am  Unique, Incredibly, painfully shy Captivating I am Funny, some say a natural comedian Witty and insightful about most things I am Artistic — Drawing with a pencil   and painting with my words I am An only daughter    to Ronny and Debbie A sister to five brothers I am Sensitive, too sensitive […]

Choices

May 6, 2007

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Choices are Forgotten promises Tucked away Within out hearts Where no one sees Only to rediscover Too late To reconcile them (c) Lanna Carpenter

Fitting In

May 6, 2007

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As I write this I am on the verge of tears.  All my life I have wanted to fit in whether that be in Church or at school.  As a young girl church should’ve been a refuge yet it was a place of contention for me.  I went because my family went yet I felt […]

Letter To My Real Dad

May 6, 2007

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Racing thoughts pass through my mind, visions of a happier time. Happier you ask? Why, yes is my reply. Years ago when I was young, when I was without a care. Before the age of six when my world was fine. Up was up, right was right. When I didn’t fancy flight. It was easier, […]

Remembering

May 6, 2007

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The mind I am told is very useful. Except when remembering. I hate remembering, The past I remember it all, Too well As if it just occurred. I remember,  what shouldn’t have been. Innocence lost But worst of all I remember is How he smelled — —  Old Spice and peanut butter breath. I despise […]