What does it mean when you only taste blood in your mouth

What does it mean when you only taste blood in your mouth

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If all you can taste is blood in your mouth than you need to make an appointment with your dentist, because you might have gum disease. ChaCha!

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What does the song mean by HASTE THE DAY called stitches?

Q: What does this song mean here are most of the lyricsFive words, five words is all it would take. Five words to change your heart and mind. In the heat of the sun I know you�re the only one. You still can�t hold yourself together. Alone… Alone… All alone you have this conversation to satisfy your most intimate inner thoughts. Then you bite your lip when it matters most. A shade of red in sight. Can you taste the blood? Taste it on your lips. Rip the seam. Then I�ll show you how the strings become the stitches in your mouth. In your silence we are louder. When the strings become the stitches in your mouth. Your growing imagination preparing you for what your heart requires to say. In your silence we are louder. When the strings become the stitches in your mouth. Five words, repeating over in your head. That�s all you ever have to do. Five words. Is it really that hard to say you�re worth more than this? 1) You�re 2) worth 3) more 4) than 5) this.

A: my best guess is being abused by the boyfriend b/c they are talking about a girl and how she is hiding it inside and telling herself that she is worth more then this. (those being the five words) I love haste the day btw :]

What does this crazy dream mean?

Q: Alright. So at least three times a week I have a crazy dream where my teeth fall out. More often than not, it’s different from the last one. They are the vividest dreams that I ever can really remember having. Have you ever lost a tooth, but kept it in your mouth? Then you must know the crazy feeling of pushing it around your mouth with your tongue, being carefull of it’s little pokey edges and gagging around the blood filling your mouth. It’s aweful, in my dreams they sometimes break as I chew things, ie: I’ll be eating toast, or chewing gum, and I can’t control how hard I clench my teeth together and they break, cracking and splitting and my mouth fills up with blood. A few times, I can’t even open my mouth, and it just fills up with blood. I can taste it and the edges of my teeth hurt me in my dreams, it’s crazy. (I thought you weren’t supposed to feel pain or die when you dream? Ive never died. But it’s only the teeth dream where it hurts.) The past couple months I’ve also discovered I have a nocturnal teeth grinding problem. I don’t remember starting, but I have to wake up and sometimes unclench my teeth. It makes my face all achey during the day, and my teeth have been more and more sensitive to when I chew things.I wish I could make it stop, it’s really a nuisance..Yahoo community, think you can help? It’s greatly appreciated!Brandy

A: I have this dream very very often! I have looked it up many times and have come to find it generally could mean that you are anxious or insecure about something. I have actually realized myself that when I’m worried about something, that is when I have this horrible dream! Here is a link to a simple “explanation”:http://www.dreammoods.com/cgibin/teethdreams.pl?method=exact&header=dreamid&search=teethintrohope this gives you an idea, i know how horrible this dream is!

Good or bad beginning of a novel? I’m only 15 so if you see a lot of erros, you know why.?

Q: He gives a final kick to my stomach, sending me two feet across the ground. “If you come back in this house, bitch, I’ll beat your face until it’s unrecognizable!” I hear the trailer door slam back, swinging for a bit until clicking in place. Seconds later, my jaw clenches until it hurts. The tears never come. My hands don’t see if there is blood. I know there is. I can taste it in my mouth.Why? Why does this always happen to me? What have I done to deserve this? I have never disobeyed David when he orders I strip for him. In every way possible, I have done what he wants and yet, he still acts as if it were not enough. What more can I do?I quit my job just so I could take care of the things around here. David demanded me to be home early from work and I limited back so much that I only went to Lavigne Keys University for only four hours a day when I should have been there for eight. Now I don’t work at the college. I stay in this hellhole just to take care of my two baby sisters. I worry about them, my sisters. I try not to think of them in my position in the future. I would give up my life to prevent them from having a life like mine.I have, for all my seventeen years of living, been in this hellhole. I clutch my heart under the night sky. Not even the stars light up my way. They seem so far away, so far apart, leaving me to this misery. I manage to get on my knees, my palms holding me above the ground. The ache in my side throbs; I go into a coughing fit, the blood from my busted lip and nose painting the pebbles and rock.When I hear my sister’s scream, the hairs on my arms and neck stand on end. I jump to my feet, my mind and body suddenly ignoring the pain. I’m surprised I haven’t blacked out like I normally do. I stagger inside the torn down trailer, my jaw clenched. Lorena screams as our father flips the old coffee table, shattering the legs. She huddles deeper in Orlean’s chest with her hands over her head.“Shut up, you blazing child!” David exclaims, his face red with rage. Lorena has a growing bruise on one arm but Orlean’s lip is bleeding and has a red hand mark on her cheek. I clench my fists, the rage welling up inside me at the sight of the blood. I hate blood. I always have since the incident. I jump on David’s back with a roar. I use all my strength to put him in a headlock. He claws at my arms, slamming me against walls while gagging and screeching. I feel the hot liquid run down my back but I keep my grip on the bastard’s neck. David slumps to his knees and then finally blacks out. I roll off him trying to catch my breath. I look up at my sisters through black eyes. “Did he hit you?” I pant, limping to them. I crouch down, dropping to my knees, and search their pale, sweaty faces.“I‘m scared,” Lorena sobs, snot dripping from her nose. I pull them to my chest, shushing them. Orlean’s fist balls up in my shirt, her hand turning white.“I hate him,” her muffled voice says in my chest. “I hate him so fucking much.”“I know,” I say, my chest moving so fast I think I might have a heart attack. Orlean always curses. She picked it up from David even though I tell her not to say them.My mind spews up a few solutions to this chaos. First solution would only bring more problems and I would never see my sisters again. And I doubt I could ever bring myself to murder him, anyone for that fact. Option two is running away, but how many times have I tried that? Calling the police is another, but I have tried that before, too. Going to a home might be a little easier, but the boys aren’t all that nice, if you get the meaning.I close my eyes and breathe slowly. When David wakes up, God only know what he will do but I get the distinct feeling I’ll end up in the hospital, or dead. And I don’t want either. “Let’s go,” I say, coming to the conclusion of leaving. I don’t know where we will go, but I cannot stand living here anymore, having my sisters in danger 24/7.Lorena and Orlean look up at me. “Where?” Lorena asks, sniffling.“Anywhere,” Orlean answers, getting to her feet. “I’ll grab the money.” She races to the back to our parent’s room. David has a stash, and once Orlean stole some to get me the medicine I needed, and she paid for it.“We can’t take it!” Lorena gasps. “He’ll hurt you again!” Orlean snorts, stuffing the money in my hands and I shove it in my jean pockets.“It didn’t even hurt.” I know it is a lie. She looks up at me through her long eyelashes. “I think he has enough for a hotel.” I nod and we head out the back door. I’m not taking any chances with the neighbors blabbering that we left to David when we wake up.As soon as the cold air touches my face, all the times I tried escaping this place comes back to me. I began those runaways when I was nine. The same year Casten died. Lorena never releases her death grip on my hand and Orlean leads the run through the hold and rusty trailers. We come out on the sidewalk and sprint for all we are worth with nothing but the clothes on our backs and the money in my pocket.I have always hated living in that trailer park. I hate what my life has come out to be. I hate what I do just for David’s friends’ pleasure. No more. I have had enough! I will not be raped again! I will not be beaten again! I will never have to do what that bastard says just because he is too damn lazy to do it himself! I’m out of here, along with my two sisters. From now on, I will be their mother. I will take care of them. No harm will be brought to them unless I am on my back. Dead.

A: i like it ,i hope you’ll keep on posting the rest 🙂