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    The Wisdom of Shelley

    You come down, after
    Five winters, X,
    Bristlin with roses
    And words words words,
    Brazen as brass
    Like a late blizzard,
    You bust in the door,
    Talkin April and snow and rain,
    Litterin the table
    With poems—-
    As if we could trust them!

    I can’t.
    I heard pa tell ma
    How much and much he
    Loved loved loved her
    And I saw his fist
    Fall so gracefully
    Against her cheek
    She swooned.

    Roses
    Got thorns.
    And words
    Do lie.

    I’ve seen love
    Die

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    I was kind of hoping I could just climb up the ladder and…magically fill in the lost time
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    Physics Final Part 1

    Part 1 of my doom.

  6.   say-youll-stay-tamera: They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street. But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner.See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too.Maybe we were too much alike.I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that. “Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.”____________ _________ _________ _________To Whomever Gets My Dog:Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner. I’m not even happy writing it. He knew something was different.So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hoards them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn’t done it yet. Doesn’tmatter where you throw them, he’ll bound after them, so be careful. Don’t do it by any roads.Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones —-“sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.”He knows hand signals, too: He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.He’s up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.Finally, give him some time. It’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you…His name’s not Reggie. He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this … well it means that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is “Tank.” Because, that is what I drive.I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with .. and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter … in the “event” … to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he’d do it personally. And if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word.Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way heloved me.If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.Thank you,Paul Mallory____________ _________ _________ _______I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the SilverStar when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.“Hey, Tank,” I said quietly.The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.“C’mere boy.”He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months. “Tank,” I whispered.His tail swished.I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried myface into his scruff and hugged him.“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.” Tank reached up and licked my cheek.“So whatdaya say we play some ball?” His ears perked again.“Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?”Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.” This made me cry. its so sweet.

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    say-youll-stay-tamera:

    They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.


    But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.

    But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner.

    See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too.
    Maybe we were too much alike.

    I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that. “Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.”
    ____________ _________ _________ _________

    To Whomever Gets My Dog:

    Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner. I’m not even happy writing it. He knew something was different.

    So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.

    First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hoards them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn’t done it yet. Doesn’t
    matter where you throw them, he’ll bound after them, so be careful. Don’t do it by any roads.

    Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones —-“sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.”

    He knows hand signals, too: He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.

    Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.

    He’s up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.

    Finally, give him some time. It’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.

    And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you…His name’s not Reggie. He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this … well it means that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is “Tank.” Because, that is what I drive.

    I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with .. and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter … in the “event” … to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he’d do it personally. And if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word.

    Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he
    loved me.

    If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.

    All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.

    Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.

    Thank you,

    Paul Mallory
    ____________ _________ _________ _______

    I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver
    Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.

    I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.

    “Hey, Tank,” I said quietly.

    The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.

    “C’mere boy.”

    He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months. “Tank,” I whispered.

    His tail swished.

    I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my
    face into his scruff and hugged him.

    “It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.” Tank reached up and licked my cheek.

    “So whatdaya say we play some ball?” His ears perked again.

    “Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?”

    Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.”

    This made me cry. its so sweet.

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    I realized that if I have to leave
    The place I’m in
    I’ll accept it
    But what I have to do first
    Is to love myself
    Be more caring
    Fulfill my dreams
    My hopes
    Find someone or even people who
    Can truly love me
    Make a difference in
    People’s lives
    Serve the world
    Have stronger faith
    In God
    The big three

    I don’t care if I leave
    At 40
    Or even
    26
    As long as I can leave
    In peace

    With no pity
    But respect.

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    It is only in love and murder that we still remain sincere.
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    The new voicemail: “If you have reached this recording, please hang up and text me
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    God Gave Me You- Blake Shelton

    I’ve been a walking heartache
    I’ve made a mess of me
    The person that I’ve been lately
    Ain’t who I wanna be

    But you stay here right beside me
    And watch as the storm blows through
    And I need you

    Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
    God gave me you for the days of doubt
    And for when I think I lost my way
    There are no words here left to say, it’s true
    God gave me you
    Gave me you

    There’s more here than what we’re seeing
    A divine conspiracy
    That you, an angel lovely
    Could somehow fall for me
    You’ll always be love’s great martyr
    And I’ll be the flattered fool
    And I need you
    Yeah!

    God gave me you for the ups and downs
    God gave me you for the days of doubt
    And for when I think I lost my way
    There are no words here left to say, it’s true
    God gave me you

    On my own I’m only
    Half of what I could be
    I can’t do without you
    We are stitched together
    And what love has tethered
    I pray we never undo

    Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
    God gave me you for the days of doubt
    God gave me you for the ups and downs
    God gave me you for the days of doubt
    And for when I think I lost my way
    There are no words here left to say, it’s true
    God gave me you, gave me you.
    He gave me you.

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    I Wonder If I Am Worthy

    I ask you if I am worth it
    I ask myself too
    I tell myself from the beginning
    I am worth it

    I look at myself now
    I don’t see how I am
    I made so many mistakes to myself
    I created so many expectations
    I created hopes that
    I wish you and I could fulfill
    I have high expectations

    I wish with all my heart
    I am worthy
    I am capable of living and loving
    I am worth living in this world
    I want to make a change for myself
    I want to make a difference for others
    I want to be smarter than the past

    I screw up alot
    I hurt others
    I know everything is my fault
    I need to fix myself
    I need to figure something out

    I need to stop holding on to
    My hopes and dreams
    But hey
    Easier said than done.
    Just like the words
    I love you.