Author: blkkat49

I just want to write about anything that inspires me and to share this with everyone who wants to read it. I'm drawn to blank spaces and want to fill them with pondering, and advice and pictures. I know very little about a lot of things, but a lot about a few things. I write poetry, short stories, fiction and nonfiction and I love to read what the world of writing has to offer in any venue available. That is why I'm here.
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Hello Neighbors

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Okay, so here I am still awake at 3p.m. after working all night and I have found more than five blogs to follow, all of which captivated my fatigued brain cells. There’s not enough cells left awake right now to be witty, but there were enough of them awake to read The Mom in Black, Write Meg!, Leaf and Twig, I Kissed My Date Goodnight, Spontaneous Tomato, Clicky Chick Creates and a couple of others. I really enjoyed this assignment. I’ve always enjoyed meeting new and interesting people. Now I can even follow them without being accused of stalking. Well … Continue reading Hello Neighbors

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Okay. Here I Go

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I’m here because I joined the YMCA in November. It’s right around the corner and I have yet to make use of my, membership. I have been with WordPress a lot longer, have posted a few blogs, but though my computer is right in my living room, I have yet to maintain a steady blog. I decided to go public with blogging to conquer my fear of sharing, to toughen up, so to speak. Knowing I have an audience will encourage me to up my game. I read the blogs here and I admire everyone for their commitment. I want … Continue reading Okay. Here I Go

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The Wait

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          The Wait The last time that I saw you, I sat right down and cried. I felt my heart inside me, had shriveled up and died. You stood there waving at me, cause you were going away. I didn’t think that I could live without you for one day. I sit alone day after day and night after lonely night. So many things just feel so wrong, so few things feel so right. It’s been this way for 9 long months, I miss you so damned much. I want to see your handsome face I want to feel your … Continue reading The Wait

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You Are The One

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When I feel that I’m weak, you make me feel stronger. When my happiness is brief, you make it last longer. When I feel that it’s too dark, you bring in the light. When I feel that it’s all wrong, you always make it right. When I’ve fallen down, you help me to stand. When I reach out cause I’m lost, you give me your hand. When I feel my wings are broken, and I want to cry. You’re the one who reminds me, that I can still fly. When I feel I cannot tell a lie from what is … Continue reading You Are The One

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Tick Tock

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Counting hours that turn into days, my love for you in so many ways, Becomes like the ticking of a clock. The seconds pass, then the hours pass too, days upon days when I think of you, Becomes like the ticking of a clock. From daylight to nightfall, from dusk to dawn, the love from you that I depend upon, Becomes like the ticking of a clock. Patiently waiting for the day we meet, the sound I hear as my heart skips a beat, Becomes like the ticking of a clock. I walk on beaches, I walk down my street, … Continue reading Tick Tock

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Can You Really Walk a Mile In the Shoes of a Quadreplegic ?

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“_* _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ** _* _ _ * * ***_ * *_* _*_* _ _ _ _ *_ _* _ _* * ***.” “Nothing ever changes.” “Twelve years is too long. I’m tired of nurses. I’m tired of my family. I’m tired of wishing I were dead.” I couldn’t escape Michael’s words, or the image of him lying in bed using Morse Code to tap out his emotions. What could I say? How could I respond? Empathy: Webster says “this is the ability to share in another’s emotions, thoughts; or feelings”. I don’t believe … Continue reading Can You Really Walk a Mile In the Shoes of a Quadreplegic ?

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Misty Mornings

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Misty mornings make me think of him, not for any particular reason. Misty mornings make me think, and when I think, I think of him. Thinking of You In the morning and at night, in sunshine and in showers, All I do is think of you and this goes on for hours. I know there’s other things in life, that I should really do, But even in the midst of it, there’s still the thoughts of you. My mind is out of focus, my actions out of touch, I guess it could be possible that, I think of you too … Continue reading Misty Mornings

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Loving Chris

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Tagged: I’m It When I think of you it amazes me, that someone like you could exist. It always takes my breath away, remembering the first time we kissed. I think of your voice when you say my name, it always feels like a caress. I have no free will left, no thoughts of my own, for now it’s my heart you possess. I remember that day I looked on my page, the first time I looked in your eyes. Wasn’t looking for romance, not looking for love, can’t believe I was caught by surprise Going profile by profile, buying … Continue reading Loving Chris

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The Rewards and Heartbreak of Home Care Nursing

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Home care nursing can be a very rewarding experience. Nursing anywhere is rewarding. The death of a patient is always sad, but the one on one experience of home care nursing takes losing a patient to another level. In this blog I will share the lives of three of the most extraordinary people I had the privilege to know and love. From patient to friend When I met Michael, he was 22 years old. He had a C-4 spinal injury. This meant he had no feeling or movement below his shoulders. When I read his case file, it said Michael … Continue reading The Rewards and Heartbreak of Home Care Nursing

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My Love

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My Love My phone makes a noise when a message comes through I check every time in case it’s from you Right now you’re away in some faraway place, so I close my eyes and I picture your face I whisper your name and hope that you hear I squeeze my pillow and pretend that you’re near I look out my window at the stars up above, and Ask for your safety “please protect my love” I try not to cry, I try to be strong I listen and listen to your favorite song Forever and for always you’ll stay … Continue reading My Love