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~ the tick of a clock: August 2014
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The tick of a clock. Wednesday, August 13, 2014. Not to be the flower, but the weed. Not to bloom beautiful, but to grow struggling. Not to please their eyes, but to persevere, to conquer. Not to be the flower, but to be the weed. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Blah blah blah blah! Blasts from the past. Building My Own Heavens. Just My View: The Maldivian Political Crisis. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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~ the tick of a clock: January 2015
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The tick of a clock. Tuesday, January 6, 2015. Do not ask me to think,. Because it hurts my brain, drives me insane,. These thoughts are akin to war,. One I do not wish to wage against my sanity. Do not ask me to think,. If I must be observant, or become discontent,. About the workings of the world,. I am certainly not one to challenge it's iniquity. Do not ask me to think,. Pondering is a waste of time, and I'd rather haste. Than invest in rumination,. When time is money, and money is divinity. Awesome ...
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~ the tick of a clock: March 2015
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The tick of a clock. Tuesday, March 31, 2015. Sonnet XVII: I do not love you as if you were ―Pablo Neruda. I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,. In secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms. But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;. Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,. Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
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~ the tick of a clock: August 2015
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The tick of a clock. Wednesday, August 5, 2015. That you and I are stories. And that stories needn't have morals. Or purpose or reason. That we exist because we exist. That people are not burdens. Nor are they something to lean on. That people are experiences. And one must always experience them well. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Blah blah blah blah! Blasts from the past. Building My Own Heavens. Just My View: The Maldivian Political Crisis.
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~ the tick of a clock: Chameleon
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The tick of a clock. Monday, May 4, 2015. If you stare too deep into my eyes,. If I hold too long onto your hands,. I will, in time, become you. I am chameleon,. I am shape shifting,. I am ever changing,. I am ever becoming. All the things I am learning to love. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Beauties of a changing mind. Blah blah blah blah! Blasts from the past. Building My Own Heavens. Just My View: The Maldivian Political Crisis.
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~ the tick of a clock: Sonnet XVII: I do not love you as if you were ―Pablo Neruda
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The tick of a clock. Tuesday, March 31, 2015. Sonnet XVII: I do not love you as if you were ―Pablo Neruda. I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,. In secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms. But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;. Thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,. Risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
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~ the tick of a clock: Journeys
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The tick of a clock. Wednesday, May 20, 2015. Constantly, even between breaths. We're walking a path,. While paving that path,. And falling short of bricks throughout. And all the while,. Of bricks to lay ahead of your step. And then making the best out of what you have. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Beauties of a changing mind. Blah blah blah blah! Blasts from the past. Building My Own Heavens. Just My View: The Maldivian Political Crisis.
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~ the tick of a clock: clean slates
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The tick of a clock. Monday, July 27, 2015. My life is a slate,. A clean slate of missed opportunities and dodged bullets. It is a safety net,. Made of barricades and border patrol. My life is a white sheet,. Too perfect to ruin with ink, to stain with mistakes. My life is the receiving end,. Of favors and promises and sentiments. It is an undeserved victory,. Won with practicality and precision. A fancy tragedy,. My life and I,. Slaves to the bigotry of the rest of the world. View my complete profile.
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~ the tick of a clock: February 2015
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The tick of a clock. Monday, February 9, 2015. The truth is easy,. And feelings, delicate -. Too easily hurt;. Our hearts too fragile,. The truth, is too easy. Honesty, too precise a weapon. It can hurt more than it can heal. Patience, however, is love's silent guardian. It is gentle, it perseveres, it nurtures. It heals what has been hurt. Saturday, February 7, 2015. I do not wish to become your obsession,. Nor do I intend to make you mine. I may spare a breath for you, but you are not breath itself.
