Was Here, Now Gone Written By: Aimee Suzanne    Here lies a heart that sought to be seen,    In shadows cast where laughter had been.    She felt adrift in a world so wide,    Where warmth was scarce and hope would hide.      She carried dreams like a fragile thread,    But found only silence, where words once bled.    A scapegoat dancing for the jests of the crowd,    Longing for solace, yet feeling...

 I Am Human Written By: Aimee Suzanne    I know I am human, I live and I breathe,    Through moments of joy and shadows of doubt,    Unraveling thoughts like the patterns of leaves.      I eat and I drink, I consume and I weave    The fabric of life in a world full of clout,    I know I am human, I live and I breathe.      My heart with its whispers, my mind’s quiet plea,    Emotions that...

  Grant me the wings while I stand,  On the edge of this high cliff,   Where the sky meets the vast land.     Make me free as an Eagle,   With wings that rest on my back,   Feathers poised, ready to flee.     Grant me these wings, I will soar,   Through the realms of sweet infinity,   Where the horizon meets the shore.     Make me free as an Eagle,   To greet the dawn with a...

              In gratitude, my heart does sing,    For all you are, and all you bring,    No matter where the sea may swirl,    Your presence warms my very world.       With thoughts of joy, I send my blessings,    Across the years, in every dressing,    Unconditional, my love shall flow,    In every seed of care I sow.       May happiness embrace your...

In the quiet of twilight,    they linger like whispers,    two souls adrift in a sea of dreams,    a friendship woven with threads of light,    each moment a sigh, a soft brush of hands    that never quite meets.     She feels his essence,    a phantom of laughter,    his smile dances like shadows,    fading in and out of focus,    a smile that hints    at deeper waters, ...

          Within this shelter, we find our grace,    Blessed to know you, a gift from this chance.    Days filled with laughter, where we both can share,    In whispered thoughts, our spirits entwined,      Curiosity sparkles, the unknown ahead,    Yet in this journey, I feel so alive,    Adorations grow, woven deep in our dreams,    Together we stand, facing what life can bring.   ...

In the quiet glade, she finds her peace,    Beneath the willows' gentle sway and song.    A place where all her sorrows find release,    And whispers of the breeze to her belong.      The sunlight filters through the leafy dome,    Creating patterns soft upon the ground.    In nature's arms, she feels a sense of home,    Where every sigh of wind is sweetly found.      Here thoughts can dance like petals...

Found this delightful book of the brief history of the disturbing and unique ways people treated and healed themselves throughout history. The illistrations are detailed and it's straight to the point (as the title discribes) I suggest this book to add to your collection, to have as filler for your bookcase or just for some light reading. The book itself is a hardcover and I got it for the cheap price of $13 USD so it won't break the bank.**Only con I can think of is that the Bar Code is...

  BLINDED HIERARCHS Come on, hierarch, wave your flag. Let them realise your irrational elan, your filthy essence, your fake pride. Let them strike your deepest frustrations; unregenerate detestation. By you we're despised.    You use Fire in vain to smoke your soul, to soot your face and arms. to burn down what you don't own, for the sake of a land whose god you claim you've become.   Keep waving your flag. Blinded hierarch, You, who unleashes your wrath,  who...