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The Ponderings of Lesbianca: April 2005
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A place for me to share my thoughts about everyday life with anyone who loves to read blogs or are just bored.or maybe they are lost in cyberspace and stuck here listening to my ramblings.or.well, you get the picture. Tuesday, April 26, 2005. The last week of class before finals. And it does suck! I am supposed to be writing my last psychology essay and I just can't. As you can see, I am not. I am blogging instead. *sigh*. So, I have launchcast blaring in hopes of some sort of inspiration. If I don't, di...
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storm indigo: March 2012
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Monday, March 19, 2012. I wanna cry. I just cannot believe it. I don't know what to do to convince them to come back and stay. I miss my sassy self. I miss that womyn who KNEW that her love was 'the business'. That womyn who walked into a room with confidence because she knew what she carried with her; good or bad, she had a sense of her worth and didn't feel less than. Paralyzed. I feel that nothing about me is. anything. I'm not trying to have a pity party. Just need to get this out. And since I am...
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storm indigo: Love...
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Monday, July 18, 2011. Is not fearful;. Isn't a weapon;. Talks late into the night:. Does not tear up the very foundation on which it's built;. Doesn't cut with words or deeds;. Is a soft place;. Offers cushion from the bruises the world can offer;. Doesn't strangle joy;. Blushes red with passion again and again, and again;. Allows us to shelter each other;. Takes joy in anothers joy;. Is a gift;. Doesn't look back;. Is worth the gamble. Get lucky;. Is loose and free;. Is more precious than gold;.
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storm indigo: July 2011
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Monday, July 18, 2011. Is not fearful;. Isn't a weapon;. Talks late into the night:. Does not tear up the very foundation on which it's built;. Doesn't cut with words or deeds;. Is a soft place;. Offers cushion from the bruises the world can offer;. Doesn't strangle joy;. Blushes red with passion again and again, and again;. Allows us to shelter each other;. Takes joy in anothers joy;. Is a gift;. Doesn't look back;. Is worth the gamble. Get lucky;. Is loose and free;. Is more precious than gold;.
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storm indigo: May 2012
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Friday, May 11, 2012. In The Morning" by Paul Laurence Dunbar. Oh, my goodness. All of a sudden the first two lines of this poem came to mind. I LOVE THIS POEM. This poem made me fall in love with poetry. Because, I could hear her voice. My grandmother, "Mama" was a southern woman and I could just hear her fussing at either my cousin or me. And, I ADORED Mama, so this poem just tickled me beyond belief. By Paul Laurence Dunbar. Don’ you know de day’s erbroad? Ef you don’ git up, you scamp,. Look hyeah, b...
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storm indigo: "In The Morning" by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Friday, May 11, 2012. In The Morning" by Paul Laurence Dunbar. Oh, my goodness. All of a sudden the first two lines of this poem came to mind. I LOVE THIS POEM. This poem made me fall in love with poetry. Because, I could hear her voice. My grandmother, "Mama" was a southern woman and I could just hear her fussing at either my cousin or me. And, I ADORED Mama, so this poem just tickled me beyond belief. By Paul Laurence Dunbar. Don’ you know de day’s erbroad? Ef you don’ git up, you scamp,. Look hyeah, b...
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storm indigo: still learning
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Tuesday, December 21, 2010. I love too hard, I know I do. I love until it’s more important than…well, more important than me. I love for keeps. I love until I’m too bruised to be of any use to myself. That is not love. (No, I won't break car windows, or stalk anyone). Mine is not a healthy way to love. So I can share the only thing I know for sure…. No one should thrash against protective glass. The only one who hears you is you. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
