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Inside Thoughts: A 1st Kiss
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Poetry is the food of love.I write, I sing in my hairbrush, I dance around my room naked, I cook and I love.real hard =). The scent of your fragrance still lingers. Buried in my pores. Coming out only in small doses. Flashes of your face. Repeats itself in my mind. The sound of your voice saying my name. Replaying in my ears. Softly whispering my name. As you pressed your body against mine. The softness of your lips as they meet mine. The gently way you kiss me. Move me to go in for more.
Inside Thoughts: September 2009
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Poetry is the food of love.I write, I sing in my hairbrush, I dance around my room naked, I cook and I love.real hard =). This was written by my ex.she actually wrote it a year and a half ago when we broke up! I shattered her heart and she took her feelings to paper.to this day, its still one of my favorite poems of hers.tho it makes me cry every time I read it! Sitting by the lake, ,. Watching the Moon romancing. With her galaxy of stars. Myriad thoughts came in my mind, ,. As well as my aching heart.
Inside Thoughts: Reflecting
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Poetry is the food of love.I write, I sing in my hairbrush, I dance around my room naked, I cook and I love.real hard =). I havent washed my sheets since you were last here. The scent of you lingers on your side of my bed. The scent of us is on the other. Lonely nights I close my eyes. And taken back to the place of those moments. Moments of a night of passion. For we seduce each other. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). How do I say I love you? View my complete profile.
Inside Thoughts: August 2009
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Poetry is the food of love.I write, I sing in my hairbrush, I dance around my room naked, I cook and I love.real hard =). We are like a perfect piece of cloth. Our threading made up of passion. As each one over lap the other. So does our love. Can never find the thread that started it all. Nor will we find where it ends. We are made up of the strongest thread. No sharp edge could cut our cloth. Like nothing will ever harm us. We are too intertwined. Too strong to fall apart. Our cloth can never fade.
Inside Thoughts: How do I say I love you?
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Poetry is the food of love.I write, I sing in my hairbrush, I dance around my room naked, I cook and I love.real hard =). How do I say I love you? Each day I see you. A hello here and a good bye there. I wish I could take you by the hand. To a room with just the both of us. I would love to pour out my deepest thoughts about you. Let you know how hard it is to be a part from you. That every moment I am not with you makes me crave you so much more. Our personal exchange are limited. To time and space.
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sorenda: March 2011
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Sometimes we hide within ourselves, striving to become someone else. Wednesday, March 23, 2011. Journal of lonely heart. I want you to be here. Wrapped in slumber as. I want you to be here. On the days when. The storm has no end. Or there shant be. Sun in the morning. I want you to be here. When it's 80 degrees. Find themselves in full bloom. A foot of snow. I want you to be here. Not just in my dreams. Lost untouchable in your memories. Where I can see you. Not the figment, complied of misshapen. With m...
sorenda: November 2010
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Sometimes we hide within ourselves, striving to become someone else. Tuesday, November 23, 2010. The why, the when, the who, the how. Everything, except the now. This one fleeting moment. Allowing to float free. These desires and thoughts. Would you still be standing. When show ends and the curtain falls? Or would you run once the cracks are visible. I dislike me as much as you do. Hating you even more. Least I forget my place. My chin tilted, proudly held. Links to this post. Monday, November 15, 2010.
sorenda: February 2012
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Sometimes we hide within ourselves, striving to become someone else. Sunday, February 26, 2012. Note:- Singing the blues. Today I'm singing the blues, in all her hues. I lost three months of work in early an have not written since. I guess you could say I'm morning my loss. Stupid Blackberry! Not only did the device crash my back up crashed too. On a good note. I've put the site back up, updates to follow. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Note:- Singing the blues.
sorenda: Thoughts on a Nightmare.
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Sometimes we hide within ourselves, striving to become someone else. Thursday, September 15, 2011. Thoughts on a Nightmare. T is 2:30 AM and I am curled in the bath tub tapping away at the keys of my laptop, writing. Writing, not writing what should have been my response to the weeks discussion but the details of a recurring nightmare. If only it were just a nightmare, at least then there would be some hope of my waking up. Why didn't I stand up, and who the hell gave him that right?
sorenda: July 2010
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Sometimes we hide within ourselves, striving to become someone else. Thursday, July 29, 2010. I don't know why. I have no clue what inspired this. I don't know why it matters. Why the world turns. Why the mocking bird sings. I don't know why I keep going. Why it snows more in December. Why ferrets like warm weather. I don't know why you are closer now. Why when people die they are no more. Why the good go first and god. Seems to have pity on the worst. I don't know why I can't see. What you once saw in me.
sorenda: September 2010
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Sometimes we hide within ourselves, striving to become someone else. Monday, September 27, 2010. It is highly ironic that I wrote this one on my BB with head phones blearing sitting on a packed train but I was so jared and a shamed by my own actions as well as those around me that I could not help it. Click Click. Pause. Click Click. Pause. Tapp tapp tapp away at the. Vocalize those thoughts drifting. Through the mind but find not the time. Faster, stronger, louder into the earpiece. Move just like that.
sorenda: Just hello
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Sometimes we hide within ourselves, striving to become someone else. Wednesday, July 23, 2014. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Call me a dreamer; for I dream of a place that is better, a time that when things move slower, and state of calm something more liberating than this. View my complete profile. Drake in Love with old Jennifer Lopez - For now. Elaneer (Tender Coconut) Payasam. How do I say I love you? Jeannie's Thyroid Cancer Journal. Thyroid Cancer - Whole Body Scan Results - Christmas.
sorenda: September 2011
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Sometimes we hide within ourselves, striving to become someone else. Thursday, September 15, 2011. Thoughts on a Nightmare. T is 2:30 AM and I am curled in the bath tub tapping away at the keys of my laptop, writing. Writing, not writing what should have been my response to the weeks discussion but the details of a recurring nightmare. If only it were just a nightmare, at least then there would be some hope of my waking up. Why didn't I stand up, and who the hell gave him that right? Links to this post.
sorenda: I write
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Sometimes we hide within ourselves, striving to become someone else. Thursday, September 1, 2011. I have not been writing lately, I guess I have been too wrapped up in my mind to put pen to paper. Below is an attempt to get out of that paralysis. I used to write. To unfurl the entrapment of my mind. That which has been lost to me. To hid the tears deep within. I used to write. For there was too much to express. In laughter and smiles. The voice of angels. For there is too little. When children go hungry.
sorenda: April 2011
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Sometimes we hide within ourselves, striving to become someone else. Thursday, April 28, 2011. This is for a young man whose plight I recently read about. To him and all others who have been neglected, chin up and believe in yourself. Make those Salty tears a pool of joy. Nothing can hold you back. Embrace the past for in it there is strength. Already you have over come the worst. Knowing that you weren't wanted. A Rose bush growing out of pavement. One day you will bloom. The strongest of us all. The Po...
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Poetry is the food of love.I write, I sing in my hairbrush, I dance around my room naked, I cook and I love.real hard =). How do I say I love you? Each day I see you. A hello here and a good bye there. I wish I could take you by the hand. To a room with just the both of us. I would love to pour out my deepest thoughts about you. Let you know how hard it is to be a part from you. That every moment I am not with you makes me crave you so much more. Our personal exchange are limited. To time and space.
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