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An Ending of A Journey | Lost and Found, A Continuous Journey

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Lost and Found, A Continuous Journey. A journey to understand this world. Skip to primary content. A Bleep About A Tree And Her Journey. An Ending of A Journey. June 21, 2012. Pardon me, but I’d like to give some parting words, so I beg you not to yawn while reading the following:. As for me, I just hope that I, myself, will always remember everything I have said above. Excited as well. Is that a sign of hope? Maybe Am I hopeful for a new opportunity? Before I leave, I have one confession to the world, a...

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Green Tiger – Lazy Bone Chuck Stacy Lempert's Mountain Views

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Lazy Bone Chuck Stacy Lempert's Mountain Views. April 2, 2015. Benji Barratt Clark Twohill Sullivan. Spider web body,. A Final Four Fight At Syracuse, New York City. Parrots and sunflower seeds. 9 thoughts on “ Green Tiger. April 2, 2015 / 6:20 pm. April 2, 2015 / 6:21 pm. A green tiger does posts some gun imagery here. Chelsea Leming Joseph Bernice Halligan. April 3, 2015 / 4:34 pm. Baylee Zach Layton Flecher Pichette. April 3, 2015 / 6:01 pm. April 8, 2015 / 2:26 pm. Mish Viola Segal Foster Lempert.

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V | Untold Dark Ages Tales

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Untold Dark Ages Tales. Now I can hide. Will never find me. In this dark cave. I must now go deeper into it. And light is each step dimmer. Frogs croak, wings fly above. Darkness seems to play with my eyes. I try to rely on my other senses. It’s when my stomach remembers me. I still have to eat something for the day. My sight’s attempt to adapt to the dark. Is as ineffective as a wolf. Trying to prey on something by itself. I think I see a-void between the rocky walls. Walking towards what seems to be.

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Drowning Bridge | Jagring

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The difference, within…. Sinking Horizon →. August 27, 2012. The heart seems a little heavy tonight,. My words have lost its touch to console. The bridge that connected the two, is. Held by a single strand of hope. But that hope has long been overshadowed;. It’s only a matter of time till this is over. And along with it, this hope, this relationship. Sometimes I wonder why it’s harder to say ‘Hi’ than ‘Goodbye’,. And sometimes it’s just hard to sit across the table. This entry was posted in Poetry. In Ho...

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Why the good die young – LordEmmanuel

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8230;Genius With A Pen. Why the good die young. July 9, 2015. June 22, 2016. In Lobby of thoughts. If the good die young. Then what’s the essence of good? Is it but drops of water. In the mouth of the thirsty. So much that they yearn. But never completely get quenched? Is the objective to create a balance. Between good and evil,. So the people never completely drift. And become numb to the goodness in good. That one day they wake. And find good as plain as white sheet;. Perhaps the good die young. Notify...

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Drama queen – LordEmmanuel

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8230;Genius With A Pen. January 15, 2015. January 15, 2015. Image Credit: Customized Girl. You are always on stage. Plotting the next move. To wow the audience,. Or you do even think them? Yet the same audience. You feel inclined to hold. You seem disconnected from. To understand they’re really fed-up. Of the drama that makes you a queen. Submitted for the Thursday Poets Rally Week 79. The DJ’s wife. 15 thoughts on “ Drama queen. February 7, 2015 at 5:50 am. January 28, 2015 at 10:03 am. January 17, 2015...

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New thing – LordEmmanuel

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8230;Genius With A Pen. February 26, 2015. Photo Credit: Asma Baker. And overwhelmed the emotions. For old one;. Dwarfing it in the process. But old thing had feelings too. So it cried;. Seeing no shoulder to lean on. It dried its own tears. Only to move on. To become new thing to another;. Making the old thing shed same tears. That repeats the cycle. Submitted for Thursday Poets Rally, Week 81. 365 makes Valentine’s day. Green in your eyes. 9 thoughts on “ New thing. Benji Barratt Clark Twohill Sullivan.

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Green in your eyes – LordEmmanuel

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8230;Genius With A Pen. Green in your eyes. April 1, 2015. Image Credit: Google Image. You believe the grass is greener? I asked a friend. Who had told me. He was jumping the fence. To move to the other yard. Where the cow’s mouth. Convinced in his ways,. He laced his shoes. And was heading to the fence. As a first step of execution. What he failed to understand. Was that the cow’s constant chewing. Was mostly from regurgitation. And had nothing to do. With the other yard’s grass being greener. Well said...

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~farewells~ (iambic pentameter #1) | Welcome to Reality

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The name says it all. Blog in a Blog. Farewells (iambic pentameter #1). She paces ‘neath the starry skies and weeps–. He tosses, turns; and fails to fall asleep. Yet sleep evades and love is not dispelled–. Regret persists without a true farewell. I hate not having closure. The apologies I should’ve made, the good-byes I should’ve said. Writing in iambic pentameter is hard. If you’ve never tried it before. Hopefully, my skill level will increase over time :p. It was filed under Facts of Life. Beverly Ge ...

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Art & Soul, Ink - Soul Writes: A belligerent quest

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Art and Soul, Ink - Soul Writes. My continuous missteps,. Taking me on a belligerent quest,. Of taking inventory of this mess I have left that I severely deteste,. Crashing into shore like a beaten and battered shipwreck,. Oblivious to what is going on around me,. Can hardly see,. Can hardly breathe,. Just send me back out to sea,. So the waves can shatter me,. But I'm stoned,. I'm happy but I'm cold,. Never doing what I'm told,. Just allowing frustration to continuously unfold,. But inside fear it rots,.