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Thank you for sending in your photos/poetry | Manipal's Photo Blog
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Manipal's Photo Blog. Because a picture paints a thousand words. Thank you for sending in your photos/poetry. Thank you for sending in your photos/poetry. Thank you for sending in your works. Join our facebook group and become a part of the bustling community! Manipal Photo Blog – Facebook Page. 25 responses to “ Thank you for sending in your photos/poetry. Pingback: Inspired Kreativity – Be a part! Manipal's Photo Blog. June 10, 2012 at 10:11 AM. June 10, 2012 at 11:28 AM. June 10, 2012 at 9:13 PM.
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Moving ON – Honeybess
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But smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad. November 15, 2012. October 13, 2014. Life can strike you hard. It can hit like thunder. Possibly, it is the failure of your job or sudden unbelievable news. . Maybe it is a series of unfortunate events. Maybe it’s your world turned upside down and maybe it is the loss of a loved one.Whatever it is, moving is never easy. November 15, 2012 at 4:20 pm.
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Drowning | Ashley Cameron's Writing
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Ashley Cameron's Writing. A collection of short stories and poems written by yours truly. Diams; February 21, 2013. Diams; 4 Comments. The overwhelming day weighs down on my body. Like I’m trying to run through water, though I move. As fast as I can, I only progress a few inches, until I. Move slower and slower, getting distracted by my. Heavy limbs, only to feel You lift me up out of the. Water and safely place me on the clear path Though. This happens a thousand times a day, the water still. You are co...
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An Amateur’s Mistakes | soitgoes1
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Just another WordPress.com site. An Amateur’s Mistakes. He Who Has Hope. One Man’s Heaven. An Amateur’s Mistakes. An Egyptian mother awoke to find her first born son. Lying lifeless in a pool of his own blood. She cried that four years old was far too young. But I punished everyone, I punished everyone. There was not a house where there was not one dead. I lost my head, I lost my head. I must apologize to those of Sodom. I regret all the lives that I took. But I forgot to look, I forgot to look. The inde...
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Pissed Lullabies | Alphabet Soup Minuscule
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You lay before me nicely decorated. Despite that you were a weak, and doddering sponge of a man. One who was too undependable to demonstrate love and compassion. I review your constant state. As my heart exhumes the recitals of your frailty and your miscarriages. Though a transient, your face is kindred. I regret that I only knew you through stories of pissed lullabies, desecration, and verbal vomit. Somehow, I lost track of the letter you sent. The small cursive print was unclear despite,. Maybe I shoul...
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Lees | My Mouth to Your Gut
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My Mouth to Your Gut. February 22, 2012 8 Comments. It is two hundred years in the future. And we are sitting in separate bedrooms. I talk to my socks as I put them on in the morning. When you will not rise. I balance coffee cups on my nose, pull cigarettes. From inside my ears, and you are sleeping still. It is two hundred years in the future and. Only now can you pick up the picture sitting. A small photograph of us, sleeping on a couch. In the dark, two hundred years in the past. Closure is like love:.
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I Want A Car. | cmbpanda
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Skip to primary content. I Want A Car. April 15, 2012. I want a car, I want a car,. Daddy, please can we have a car? An Aston Martin DB7 or a Porsche 911. I’ve looked on E-bay,. They’re putting in bids. We could get a Mercedes or a Jag. No, we can’t get a car,. We can’t see, we can’t drive. Bounce, bounce,. I want a car, I want a car,. Grandma, please can you get me a car? A Citroen, Seat or Subaru,. Or even a BMW? I’ve looked on E-bay,. They’ve got them there,. A Mazda, Maserati, or Bugatti. Thanks....
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The Setting | Kitten and Dicky
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Something a little different. Skip to primary content. 9 thoughts on “ The Setting. February 11, 2012 at 18:03. Great Loved it. Cartoons lovely. Regards jay. February 11, 2012 at 19:08. Glad you like it! February 12, 2012 at 01:54. I especially liked the Photo Album – interesting work. Good stuff! February 12, 2012 at 02:01. February 22, 2012 at 05:22. February 22, 2012 at 05:24. February 22, 2012 at 16:36. Nice, I liked it, Really. February 23, 2012 at 01:21. Why thank you very much! I liked your poem!
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Under Phosphoresent Skies | e
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Life has finally released me and it’s been so long I don’t remember how to do this, please bear with me as the blood recalls it’s flow……. I’ve missed you. It’s July 24th 2013. I just hugged my daughter. I don’t do that nearly enough. The bank took the house today. It’s been a long time coming. I’ve been thinking about this day forever. I thought it would rain. But no it’s gorgeous out. And cool enough and breezy. But the car’s about to die. It had to be something. I’d better go. I have to go. Dreams of w...
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The Tails of Woe | e
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The Tails of Woe. The Tails of Woe. And the wind fell. As Winter came upon me. With a chill like never before. A loss I could only have imagined. Forgotten though I had already endured. As if breath had slipped away unnoticed. Unneeded, now that material held no wealth. Wrapped in warning flags. Woven, then torn to a farthing. Roots sheered twain in an instant. Took a decade to mark that belle’s toll. There it ripples, the moisture. Of maelstroms I’ve endured. Cut the ties, fray the lies. Arose, snap dra...
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