tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45251228151217779282024-02-08T10:04:03.192-08:00Book Butterfly: aNniE g.Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-51350813166667492442012-02-27T22:29:00.002-08:002012-02-27T22:30:23.695-08:00Last Few WordsIt keeps ringing inside my head<br />The last few words you've once said<br />I guess it sounds something like this:<br />"I swear my love for you would never end."<br /><br />And I keep holding unto my breath<br />Standing still, keeping my eyes unwet<br />I know I sound a little too desperate<br />But baby with you gone, I just can't live.<br /><br />And I keep holding to your last few words<br />Still hoping you would somehow remember<br />That I am still here, waiting patiently<br />Holding on to your last few words to me.<br /><br />I feel my heart beating so rapidly<br />And I don't know what's happening to me<br />Baby can't you feel the pain in me?<br />'Coz I need you so badly here today.<br /><br />And I still remember it goes like this:<br />"I swear my love for you would never end."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />by Joanie GalesJoanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-19312550282073783502012-02-27T22:29:00.001-08:002012-02-27T22:29:45.467-08:00I CanI do try my best<br />But it seems I've got too many emotional baggage<br />I try to stay cool<br />Play and pretend I'm all okay<br />But not today...<br /><br />I'll show what I'm truly made of<br />Soon you'll see me much better<br />And it's sooner than what you'd expect<br />I'll rock your world, be the center of your universe<br />Not because I want, but because I can.<br /><br />Never wanted to be seen<br />I just wanna live each day unnoticed<br />But all the shouts that I can hear<br />All the voices that all whispers<br />So today...<br /><br />I'm not backing up, not breaking down<br />I'm gonna face my fears, I'll shut you out<br />Soon you'll realize I'm made of sterner stuff<br />I'll prove you wrong, make you see reason<br />Not because I want, but because I can.Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-39807030806384832842012-02-27T22:28:00.000-08:002012-02-27T22:29:04.525-08:00Red: Rage (Cover)In a mockery of a drunken state<br />When the mind is muddled in a haze<br />The fire is burning inside<br />Eating your sanity alive.<br /><br /><br />As the tinge of red covers and mists<br />As you try to get hold onto your fists<br />To wreak havoc and go unto a stupor<br />The anger grows and slowly pours.<br /><br /><br />The thunder pass, the lightning strucks<br />But the cold stays on to watch<br />Though the storm had gone and subside<br />The rage remains at high tide.<br /><br /><br />Through the dark heavens<br />Through the raging seas<br />The emotions go ponder<br />Reflecting the chaotic wonder.Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-61324420891910835712012-02-27T22:27:00.001-08:002012-02-27T22:27:54.976-08:00BTWGOOD NEWS!!!<br /><br />. .i'm now part of the URIAN PUBLICATION of our university.. .how's that??Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-69690985815633813292012-02-27T22:25:00.001-08:002012-02-27T22:26:49.616-08:00NEWS FLASH!!!after months.. .and months.. .and months.. <br /><br />.. of non-existence in my so-called blog.. <br /><br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br />. .i'm back!!!<br /><br /><br />just as lazy as ever.. .so, don't expect me to ever be changing.. .<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />loves,<br />joeiJoanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-16485265649039485102011-09-19T20:02:00.001-07:002011-09-19T20:02:51.520-07:00Match Me If You Can“I think this is the way love feels to people like you and me. Threatening and dangerous. We have to be in control, and love takes that away. People like us… We can't tolerate vulnerability. But despite our best efforts, sooner or later love seems to catch up with us. And then…And then we fall apart.”Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-71773972484579736592011-09-19T20:00:00.001-07:002011-09-19T20:00:59.093-07:00Match Me If You Can“You're beautiful, every part of you. I love your hair, the way it looks, the way it feels. I love touching it, smelling it. I love the way you wrinkle your nose when you laugh. It makes me laugh, too, every time. And I love watching you eat. Sometimes you can't shovel it in fast enough, but when you get interested in a conversation, you forget there's anything in front of you. God knows, I love making love with you. I can't even talk about that without wanting you. I love your pathetic attachment to those seniors. I love how hard you work.”Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-68423327481326057512011-09-19T19:58:00.000-07:002011-09-19T19:59:12.955-07:00Heaven, Texas“Anything worth having is worth fighting for.”Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-70176162611388513822011-09-19T19:50:00.000-07:002011-09-19T19:51:02.824-07:00Key Of Knowledge“She surrounded herself with books at work and at home. Her living space was a testament to her first and abiding love with shelves jammed with books tables crowded with them. She saw them not only as knowledge entertainment comfort even sanity but as a kind of artful decoration. ”Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-77471823640634556752011-09-19T19:48:00.001-07:002011-09-19T19:48:56.116-07:00Black Hills“Do you know how many ways love can hit you? So it makes you happy, or miserable? It makes you sick in the belly or hurt in the heart. It makes everything brighter and sharper, or it blurs all the edges. It makes you feel like a king or a fool. Every way love can hit you, it's hit me when it comes to you”Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-47013799857526893182011-09-19T19:44:00.001-07:002011-09-19T19:45:49.269-07:00Bed Of Roses“Broken hearts healed. Maybe the cracks were always there, like thin scars, but they healed. People lived and worked, laughed and ate, walked and talked with those cracks <br /><br />For many, even the scars healed and they loved again.”Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-3973230044238663052011-09-19T19:44:00.000-07:002011-09-19T19:45:46.346-07:00Bed Of Roses“Broken hearts healed. Maybe the cracks were always there, like thin scars, but they healed. People lived and worked, laughed and ate, walked and talked with those cracks <br /><br />For many, even the scars healed and they loved again.”Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-57933151462895187652011-09-13T00:14:00.000-07:002011-09-13T00:18:00.511-07:00The Taste Of Innocence"A love match or no match; that was her aim—her view of her future if said future involved marriage."Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-66224102703848211222011-09-02T01:43:00.000-07:002011-09-02T01:44:11.677-07:00Untitled prt. 1pataka-taka sila ug assign ug leader and ila rang basis is the fact i'm intelligent?? ngano, sugot ra sila ingnan sila ug bulok??Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-27659895819614627552011-08-05T19:52:00.000-07:002011-08-05T19:55:38.832-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Damn the world and what they think of me. I am who I am, and I am not changing into someone I don't want to be just to please those arrogants who think so highly of themselves, but turns out only to be a huge failure to human race.<br /><br /><br /><br />-jOei</span>Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-51574910664003966302011-08-04T21:04:00.001-07:002011-08-04T21:04:28.341-07:00Heart of the Dragon"What would it take to make her feel whole, complete?"Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-73228776136210911002011-08-04T21:01:00.000-07:002011-08-04T21:02:12.374-07:00Heart of the Dragon"I just want to be happy. Is that too much to ask ?"Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-64315934962127853292011-08-04T20:59:00.001-07:002011-08-04T20:59:46.066-07:00Heart of the Dragon'...but she was still going to die.<br /><br />And not from intense pleasure.<br /><br />From heat exhaustion? Maybe.<br /><br />From hunger? Possibly.<br /><br />From her own stupidity? Absolutely."Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-75440699675935803462011-08-04T20:50:00.000-07:002011-08-04T20:55:19.826-07:00Heart of the Dragon"Intense emotions birthed turmoil, and turmoil birthed soul-wrenching pain."Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-13220237868698238502011-07-20T17:23:00.000-07:002011-07-20T17:25:24.454-07:00The Solitaire Mystery"which was stranger: the fact that a little seed could grow and eventually become a living person? Or that living person could have such vivid fantasies eventually start to spurt out into the world?"Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-53012039974728440082011-07-20T17:22:00.000-07:002011-07-20T17:23:23.306-07:00The Solitaire Mystery'We're alive! We are living in a mystical fairy tale beneath the heavens. Odd, says the Joker, and fover pinching himself to make sure it is true.'Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-42136499241624981482011-07-20T17:20:00.000-07:002011-07-20T17:21:53.413-07:00The Solitaire Mystery"I have gone around observing your activities from the outside. Because of this I have also been able to see things to which you have been blind."Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-263090205590632862011-07-20T17:16:00.000-07:002011-07-20T17:18:50.612-07:00The Solitaire Mystery"Time doesn't pass and Time doesn't tick. We are the ones who pass, and our watches tick. Time eats its way through history as silently and relentlessly as the sun rises in the east and sets in thew west."Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-45590599197176710942011-07-20T17:14:00.000-07:002011-07-20T17:16:00.205-07:00The Solitaire Mystery"..I thought the figments of my imagination had stormed out of my head in protest at being held back by the limitations og my own thought."Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4525122815121777928.post-38663010446027405032011-07-20T17:13:00.000-07:002011-07-20T17:14:39.028-07:00Just a Thought"..I fancy myself in love. But when he's gone, I realize it was just an illusion.."Joanie Galeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05945071805065851943noreply@blogger.com0