DrownInImperfection• Show stories

this is all the stuff i have on my allpoetry page. i didn't feel like writing anything new.



the greatest love of all is the love that cannot be explained.



hello, my name is carlie, and if you haven't noticed yet, you're reading my profile. but it's ok, i forgive you for having a blonde moment. there's not much to my profile, i know. but i think you should get to know me by actually talking to me instead of just reading about me. something i will tell you now though. i don't trust people easily due to certain events that have happened in my life. someone once told me that to trust no one is to trust everyone equally. not that i don't trust anyone, i just don't trust most people unless they earn it.



i roleplay as a wolf. i really don't care if you think i'm immature for doing so. you can just cram it. i find it an enjoyable experience and if you don't know what it's like, then i don't want to hear your opinion.



my pack:
1. me: alpha female
2. poet-of-the-shadows: alpha male
3. jessthemessi: daughter
4. williamlucius: daughter
5. whitewolfpup: daughter
6. lost in ur mind: my little sister in real life



MONTH ONE
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.

MONTH TWO
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home
though. It is so nice and warm in here.

MONTH THREE
You know what Mommy, I'm a girl! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.

MONTH FOUR
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.

MONTH FIVE
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?

MONTH SIX
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me! No!

MONTH SEVEN
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more life that will never be lived out. One more heart that was stopped and will never love. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch or feel. Two more legs that will never walk or run. One more mouth that will never speak or taste. One more nose that will never smell. Two more ears that will never hear.

ABORTION IS WRONG! THINK ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS!