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The Way the World Works | From Chrissy With Love
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From Chrissy With Love. The Way the World Works. July 27, 2015. 8220;How wild it was, to let it be.” -Cheryl Strayed. The earth is a home. Full of mystery and might. Where we live to our own beat in the day. And claim the stars as ours at night. We take and conquer and. Try to be fair. But we will never quite learn. How much our earth really shares. All that we’ve known. And all we ever will. Started from a seed. In the mountains,. On the peak of a hill. We hear the ocean’s whisper. To this great mother.
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Measure | From Chrissy With Love
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From Chrissy With Love. July 27, 2015. July 27, 2015. This is my second entry for the Poem challenge! I want to once again thank A. Ramsey. For nominating me for this challenge! He’s an extremely talented writer and has an amazing eye for imagery and flow. Check him out! Quote for day 2- “Why do I kneel to these concepts? Tempted by control, controlled by temptation.” -Tyler Joseph. Isn’t time strange? The way the hand on the clock keeps moving even while we’re sitting still? Time is a concept,. The grai...
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Read Write. Share. January 11, 2016. Voices meld in a cloud. Swirling around my head. Nothing but noise of strangers. That used to be my friends. January 10, 2016. Dive into your heart. It’s call is fading. Worn out from all the love, now lost. Tethered to a past that’s haunted. Drowning in moments that won’t last. You chip away at the ice, now spreading. Depths at which, you will not go. Becoming bitter, burning all that’s sweet. Until the heart that sung of love is strangled. Unable to beat anymore.
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It Is Time You Came Clean | Writing Verse
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Read Write. Share. It Is Time You Came Clean. August 8, 2015. Secrets hang above you. Cobwebs you cannot clean. No matter how well you’re hiding. There is someone that can see. Small Town Feels Like Home. Bring You Back to Life →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Follow me on Twitter.
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On This Night | Writing Verse
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Read Write. Share. August 13, 2015. Lost in the stillness of the night. Listening to nature’s chorus. Fireflies ignite the sky. Dancing under the moonlight. Addict, You Aren’t Fooling Anyone →. 4 thoughts on “ On This Night. August 13, 2015 at 11:56 pm. Beautiful picture you paint 😊. Liked by 1 person. August 14, 2015 at 12:53 am. August 14, 2015 at 4:44 am. You had me at dancing under the moonlight. Liked by 1 person. August 14, 2015 at 10:26 am. Liked by 1 person. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Something...
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Small Town Feels Like Home | Writing Verse
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Read Write. Share. Small Town Feels Like Home. August 7, 2015. I prefer tree lined streets. The smell of ocean upon the breeze. Planting roots in a small town. A little house on lots of land. It Is Time You Came Clean →. 3 thoughts on “ Small Town Feels Like Home. August 10, 2015 at 9:59 pm. Me too, Ann… Now if I could just find a way to remove the chains that hold me elsewhere…. Lingering on your site this afternoon and thoroughly enjoying myself… Thank you for sharing with us…. Liked by 1 person. On Go...
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July | 2015 | Writing Verse
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Read Write. Share. Bathe me in Light. July 31, 2015. Lost in infinite skies. Wrapped in the sun’s golden light. Fallen under its spell. Forever yearning to be here. July 30, 2015. As the sun plays hide and seek. The air smells like rain. Fall in Love Again. July 29, 2015. His eyes fracture light. Sending me back in time. To when we fell in love. Submarine and rocket ship. July 29, 2015. Into skies pitch black. Let it fly away. Submerge in its depths. You Sweet Talked Your Way Into My Heart. July 29, 2015.
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August | 2015 | Writing Verse
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Read Write. Share. The Cranky Old Woman. August 31, 2015. How withered she’d become. From day to day life. All the things she once loved. She left it all behind. Now old and alone. But it was the world. She thought was unkind. August 30, 2015. In blood lined streets. Stealing every hurried breath. There is no tomorrow. Searching for our sins. In tears now dried. Have turned to stone. Souls of the departed. The Red String of Fate. August 29, 2015. In fates tangled web. Stringing me in directions. I don...