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Written in Ashes: [L] Our First Kiss
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This mortal coil is sometimes dark, sometimes light. but there is always a grey. Thursday, February 14, 2008. L] Our First Kiss. I try to imagine our first kiss. I know we’ll share a wonderful bliss. It starts with an impassioned embrace. Then my hands lightly touch your face. And I look deep into your eyes. While we breathe heart-felt sighs. I see you smile, I wipe away a tear. As our faces draw ever nearer. My eyes close when our lips meet. Passion flows from there to my feet. D] Dark poetic prose.
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Written in Ashes: July 2007
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This mortal coil is sometimes dark, sometimes light. but there is always a grey. Sunday, July 08, 2007. G] Goodbye my friend. A better friend, I have not met. To hear my woes and lighten my debt. Your strength and love came from your soul. You mended others and made us whole. You brightened my day with your funny retort. Saying "dinner for two" made me let out a snort. You reminded me that I'd remember this. When you were gone and surely missed. You tried to prepare me for when you were gone.
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Written in Ashes: [G] Thirty Days
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This mortal coil is sometimes dark, sometimes light. but there is always a grey. Friday, September 01, 2006. In thirty days, my life will change. Its kind of scary, kind of strange. I could deny this transition and hide within. Or face it with stride and continue to grin. In thirty days, I won't be here. I'll have moved away, without a tear. With future unknown and opportunities ahead. I shouldn't have feelings of fear or dread. In thirty days, my life amends. I'll start anew and make new friends. Oddly ...
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Written in Ashes: June 2007
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This mortal coil is sometimes dark, sometimes light. but there is always a grey. Sunday, June 24, 2007. G] A Best Friend. I've never had a best friend. I grew up isolated and alone. No one to really talk to. Not even on the phone. There is an emptiness deep inside. A void that is hallow and resounds. I'd like someone who'd understand me. At least while my heart still pounds. We could make our own Terabithia. Running freely through the trees. Building castles and adventures. And making chimes out of keys.
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Written in Ashes: [D] In my mind... (part 3)
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This mortal coil is sometimes dark, sometimes light. but there is always a grey. Tuesday, January 03, 2006. D] In my mind. (part 3). When I heard the news of the plane crash. I stared at the T.V. in utter disbelief. It was your flight number on the screen. There is the tail, then I was hit with grief. It was just a weekend trip out of town. I drove to the airport, but we got there late. A quick kiss on the cheek and out you flew. You didn't turn around as you ran to the gate. D] Dark poetic prose.
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. RaNdoM . tHoUGhTs .: Lenore
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RaNdoM . tHoUGhTs . Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Monday, April 28, 2008. Lenore, the cute dead girl. I love this series. too bad there aren't anymore episodes. You'll have a hard time finding this series anywhere. I know there are videos on youtube and veoh, but who knows how long those will last. So here is a link to a Russian site LOL. Randomly posted by Rob. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Give me some lovin! Give Random Rob more *HUGS*. Get hugs of your own. Adopt your own virtual pet!
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. RaNdoM . tHoUGhTs .: Lexophiles
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RaNdoM . tHoUGhTs . Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Tuesday, April 8, 2008. For all you lexophiles (lovers of words) out there, here are some clever word plays. I enjoyed reading it :). A bicycle can't stand alone; it is two tired. A will is a dead giveaway. Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana. A backward poet writes inverse. In a democracy it's your vote that counts; in feudalism, it's your Count that votes. A chicken crossing the road: poultry in motion. When she saw her first ...
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Written in Ashes: February 2006
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This mortal coil is sometimes dark, sometimes light. but there is always a grey. Tuesday, February 14, 2006. Love cannot be condensed into just one day. I'll love you forever is what I'll say. Meer cards nor gifts cannot resound. The amount of love that I have found. Your laughter, your smile have captured my heart. I feel empty and alone whenever we're apart. So my sweet, I put my heart in your hands. And shout out my love for you from the stands. This Valentine's day and ever more. D] Dark poetic prose.
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Written in Ashes: [L] In my mind... (part 1)
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This mortal coil is sometimes dark, sometimes light. but there is always a grey. Wednesday, December 28, 2005. L] In my mind. (part 1). I picture you sleeping soundly next to me. Deeply, comfortably and without a care. I smile while I enjoy your beauty. And I breath in the frangrance from your hair. I carefully reach my hand over. To brush the hair from your face. Your eyes flicker open. And you tighten your embrace. You move your head onto my shoulder. My hand drops to the smooth skin of your back.
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Written in Ashes: [G] In my mind... (part 2)
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This mortal coil is sometimes dark, sometimes light. but there is always a grey. Thursday, December 29, 2005. G] In my mind. (part 2). I still have these images of you in my mind. Thoughts of you and me so happy and free. I think back, smile, and feel a glimmer of hope. That maybe someday you will come back to me. I sigh and stare at the patterns in the ceiling. I feel a deep emptiness, I think it was a theft. Of my heart and my soul mate who has gone far away. It was only a month ago that you left.
