Im not saying I HATE it ,Im just NOT happy with it right now. Im starting to get pissed off, I dont remember what my karma was but where its at now just dose not seem right. Im just about off the fence right now but my jeans are stuck on the barbwire and I can hear them ripping.........

Im waiting to fall......

I thought Melo was perfect before all the change I knew where everything was where to go and all without even really thinking about it, But now its like WTF where am I, where are you. did I take a wrong turn? Im lost pissed off and I fell like stomping my feet and screaming no wait lol that sorta sounds like a tantrum dont it. (squinting my eyes) Just so were clear I was never that kid you know the ones who would have a hissy fit in the middle of the store and get what they want I new better and what ever it was I wanted wasn't worth another bruise.

Im not saying the new melo is all bad Im sure there are some good things and Im looking for them Please send directions jk. I know there was a lot of hard work put into the new melo and I consider it a piece of art so people should be considerate in what they say or how they say it, No Im not an ass kisser its just easy for me to imagine myself in there shoes and I dont understand how others cant do the same Im assuming you love your family your friends someone? Anyone? Treat them the way you would want to be treated and dont judge what gos around comes around.

After all if it wasn't for the artist the very talented sara souix we wouldn't have this brilliant website to begin with. I hate to think wed be stuck with myspace or facebook. Really people think about it. . . Myspace/Facebook makes me cringe a bit I do have a facebook I hardly ever use if ever and a myspace I use a bit... a bitty bit.

Im sure we will get use to the new melo. I would never consider leaving melo because of the change I would only do that is my posts went poof and disappeared into thin air.

photo edited, cropped, re sized

At least I think so, It made me laugh anyway

Why cant you hear rabbits fucking in the woods?


Because they have cotton balls

Well where do I begin?.... fists, feet, horse whips, garden hose (was the worst), books, bricks (little red bricks not the concrete blocks), hand tools, 2x2's, hangers, fly swat handles, curtain rods, belts, shoes, Basically anything they could get their hands on and they had a habit of not telling us what it was we were being punished for like it was so bad they couldn't even speak of it.

JUST SO YOU KNOW I DONT WANT YOUR PITY OR ATTENTION AND YES I HAVE HEALTH PROBLEMS DUE TO THE ABUSE BUT I DID NOT THINK I HAD TO LIST THEM!!! I HAVE SEIZURES BECAUSE OF BEING HIT IN THE HEAD AND OTHER PSYCHICAL PROBLEMS BUT WHY TELL THEM AT ALL? I NEVER GOT BROKEN BONES BUT MY LITTLE SISTER DID. I was running from my x step mom and she threw a red brick at me and it hit me in the head and I passed out a day later I had a seizure and almost died at school. I was than rushed to the hospital and had a cat scan I think it was called... They said I had bleeding on the brain and it was amazing I was still alive because I had a subdural hematoma. and for those of you who dont know what that is.... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subdural_hematoma

So here go's

First of all you need to know I'm not writing this for anyone but myself, and I'm not saying it was harder for me than whatever you went threw or that I'm better so don't misunderstand me I'm just telling my story. I just need to get it out of me like a sickness...

Ive forgiven them but I cannot forget I will never forget its burned into my brain carved into my heart its as much apart of me as I am apart of it. I'm better for it, I am who I am because of it. Would I change it change my past? NO!!! Ive embraced it learned from it and born in me was the love I have for everyone weather they deserve it or not I need to give it and I don't expect anything back in return.

Most of the time it was my than step mom who was beating me, not to mention the times she would lock me in the closet all night when I was 5 until I was 7 than the beatings started. Why was I locked in the closet??? Because I wet the bed her reason I did that was I was to lazy to get my fat ass up. Yeah that was one of my many nicknames fat pig, cow, whore, slut to name a few and it wasn't till later that I learned what those words meant and I learned words also hurt. You'd think now that Id be claustrophobic and or afraid of the dark but you'd be wrong yes it was scary at first but something changed in me there alone in the dark... It was quite and I was covered in the dark like a blanket I felt safe and I had my childish imagination to pass the time and I could feel the love of god holding me comforting me.

I talked to the school consular once when I was a kid maybe 13 or 14 and was betrayed so Ive learned never open up to a stranger and to just about any one you can look in the eyes. Paper and pen became my therapy for a while till my diary was found and read by my stepmother and I was punished for the things I wrote, for the things I felt and it was never explained to me what exactly I was being punished for was it for what I felt or was it for writing the truth I know now it must have been her fear of someone else finding out just what she did to me ... I wish I still had that diary!

I was sent to school dirty and in dirty clothes and in the winter she would get a pair of my dirty jeans soak them in a pan of water hang them outside and tell me they were clean so I put them on stiff as a board and went to school freeze dried she called it with a smile on her face. I didn't know what that meant at that time but in class when the thawed I got her joke when I got out of my plastic chair it looked like I wet myself. Yeah I was the dirty smelly kid in class that everyone made fun of and in that situation most kids would have hated school dreaded it but not me I loved school so much that one of my punishments was to be kept home. We couldn't make any noise or else... So I learned very quickly to be as quiet as a mouse. We were like little slaves ordered to do this and that and if it wasn't good enough we got punished. I learned to take care of myself how to sneak and take a bath in the middle of the night while she slept. I was so happy when we moved away from that school. On my first day at the new school it was a bit of a shock they were nice to me I had friends for the first time in my life and it took me a lil while to realize I was exceptable there that I could fit in but by that time I never fully felt like I belonged anywhere and still feel like that now. I dont think I was popular even though I was friends with that group, I was friends with everyone and when I say everyone I mean EVERYONE even the mentally and physically handicapped kids. I saw myself in them in the outcasts the freaks the girl/boy hiding in the back of the class trying to be invisible. I think that is what I miss most about school being friends to the ones who needed a friend a shoulder.

TO BE CONTINUED . . . . . . .
As a Child what did your parents hit you with by Samantha Campbell (VirginPoet) is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Based on a work at melodramatic.com.

Whats yours??????????????

Every time I think about it I cant help but laugh OK so my first one I was in the 4th grade Anyway I was into gymnastics and the school playground was on blacktop but that did not stop me I was up on the high bar laying across it the bar was on my hips and Id reach over and grab my legs at the knees and spin over and over and in the middle of it my shirt got caught around the bar and I did not know it so when I jumped down my shirt came all the way off and I DID NOT have a bra on and not to mention I had boobs b4 all the other girls in my class so there I stood flashing the whole class I didn't cover myself I was like so what when the teacher saw me she ran and covered me lol than the next day at school I opened my locker and there was a lil brown bag with a bra in it which my mum made me ware and I hated it I was a tomboy ran around at home with nothing on but my shorts it was bad enough when they made me ware a shirt than I had to deal with a bra!!! But now I love my boobs lol ;) Here is a pic of me shirtless before I got boobs and my lil sis is in the pic with me shes the blond.

This is my mamaw and papaw soon after they were married the year was like 1945 she was in 21 and he was 29 They were married for 55 years til he passed in 2000 in her arms the last thing he said to her was I love you... This is the story of how they meet mamaw was working in a suitcase factory with her friend Margret and here comes my papaw he just got home from the Navy and he was there to see his cousin Margret, But when he saw my grams he walked up to her grabbed her round the waist layed her back in his arms and kissed her the next day they were married. And if you ask her they still are that is the fave story she tells me.



True Love by Samantha Campbell (VirginPoet) is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Based on a work at melodramatic.com.

I know mine and a few people say I should not be able to remember it cause I was so young. I was maybe a week or two old and my grandfather brought me home and layed me on the bed and played with me and made funny noises and rubbed the scruff of his beard on my cheek it made me cry. Many years later I saw a pic of it and I was like I can remember that funny looks all around. Only than I did not know what things were But I remember feelings and actions is that weird? To think about it I don't know if its a memory or what but there was swimming and looking at weird wiggly things I know now to be fingers memory or not who knows???

Here is the pic I was talking about...



I can remember this!!! The weird thing is no one ever told me nor did I overhear it no one ever talked about it. Til about a month ago i was asking a few of my family members what was their first memory .... I than told them mine and my grandmother showed me the pic the first time i ever saw it and I was like yep. I'm not saying i remember everything in my life bits and pieces like everyone else.

BE THE CHANGE

I believe that a soul can choose to be born into either a male or a female body in any given lifetime or, as Edgar Cayce called it, an incarnation. A soul selects what environment (parents, family, location, personal obstacles, etc.) which will best allow for the learning of lessons it needs for completeness. The goal is to fully express love in all the challenges which physical life offers.

I truly believe that... Because all the shit that's happened to me in my life has only made me a better person has made me love everyone more even people I don't like or know its weird that I even care. But I cant help it, it just breaks my heart when I see a child or an adult for that matter who's been thrown away like trash by their own family for no reason or for stupid reasons that are meaningless and never understandable to me. Family is family and love for them is forever at least it is in my book. When you look at the big picture that is if you have tried to look beyond yourself, but most of you are blind to it Open your eyes for the betterment of yourselves and maybe even for the word.

I can see the pain in there eyes your eyes and I can see through the fake smiles you ware like a mask desperately trying to hide from the truth hide it from others and from yourself cause for most of the time I ware one too, I easily recognize it in their eyes and their badly acted expressions I know it because I know it in myself, I know it because it knows me. And I feel there pain because its my pain too and I only love them more. Think me crazy or whatever but if you knew me Id change your mind quick.

Jesus was all about the idea that people are transformed Not by being loved... But by the act of loving somebody, no matter how hard it is.

I believe that more than anything cause I have loved more than I have been loved even as much as that hurts or as lonely as its been and still is, its all worth it. Once I love someone there in my heart forever in some shape or form living there amongst the many.

Think what you want of me it wont change who I am, but I just might change who you are for the better.

I have to be naive but without lack of experience and understanding for I have plenty of both. And I have to see the world through rose colored glasses because for the longest time I saw what the world really was and it about broke me. I live by BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORD. Otherwise nothing will ever change so i decided to change my world and it works for me.
A short Essay By (me) Samantha Campbell

BE THE CHANGE by Samantha Campbell (VirginPoet) is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Based on a work at melodramatic.com.

The contents of this post will become available after the final migration. Sorry for the inconvenience.

The contents of this post will become available after the final migration. Sorry for the inconvenience.

was done at Custom Tats. I was told the top of the foot was the most painful I must be a freak or something cause it did not hurt at all lol. I have diabetes and sticking my finger is worse. (The pic is of my left foot at different angels) I know, I know I have ugly feet but oh well:)






My First Tattoo by Samantha Campbell (VirginPoet) is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Based on a work at melodramatic.com.

I know what your thinking, But I don't care I still think they are Beautiful



I found this in a museum they are real conjoined twins





not fakes





hedrocephaly skeleton by brandozim a pic of a 7 year old child


Strangely Beautiful by Samantha Campbell (VirginPoet) is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Based on a work at melodramatic.com.