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Jenn * Jonnie: 01/01/2007 - 02/01/2007
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The Sisters who share. Friday, January 12, 2007. Where I'm at today is nothing much at all. The feelings I am feeling shouldn't be felt. Lacking sense of where I am. But only to myself. Its not fare,. Love is hopeless fear is great. Within a cold cold place. Fill me up with empty thought, and let lay here. Call me from my happy place. Where your fingers fell on cold white keys. Voice of you sang quietly. Your heart around my smile. I felt you breath again. Where Im at today is nothing much at all The feel.
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Jenn * Jonnie
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The Sisters who share. Sunday, March 25, 2007. Face to face today. Not what I had planned,. Anyway where's the sense in this. Did you even think,. Before you walked away. So cold that day. Was it all pretend. I'll live without all those tears I'm sure. So just leave me be. When it rains it pours. They say I'll be fine. Time could heal these wounds for. Face to face today Not what I had planned, Anyway . Looking into something strange Ive seen you or fe. Another blog by jonnie*. View my complete profile.
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Jenn * Jonnie: 11/01/2007 - 12/01/2007
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The Sisters who share. Sunday, November 04, 2007. Could you speak of life revealed,of something real. The smallest breath has fallin still. A gaze so deep. A grip so strong, seeking me consistant. Like a babe I've not a help. My voice is plain my cry is faint. Yet for me a war was waged, a price was paid. In slavery for death to seek. You once fell into the deepest sleep. And from your side a life was formed. Could you speak of life revealed, of something real. The smallest breath has fallen still.
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Jenn * Jonnie
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The Sisters who share. Sunday, April 15, 2007. This is me insecure and incomplete. A hint of red, red memories. I saw the slight hesitation. I heard the final breath. I saw it spinning down, down and still further to it's death. This is you in the light. A dab of blue, blue dreams. I saw a chance you never took. You heard the faithful scream. You saw it spinning down, down and still further to it's death. Now the question fill our head. A hint of grey, grey doubt. If he held us close.
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Jenn * Jonnie: 07/01/2007 - 08/01/2007
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The Sisters who share. Sunday, July 22, 2007. Quietly you'll hear her sing. In the darkness pouring through, quiet lite. The tone is dull. But these words ring out. Now still your soul. Break the clamor, and join in her song. Awake the dead, breath in begin to live. In the darkness, pouring through is lite. Quietly you'll hear this tune. Quietly youll hear her sing A simply tune In the . Another blog by jonnie*. Http:/ failings.blogspot.com. View my complete profile.
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Jenn * Jonnie: 05/01/2007 - 06/01/2007
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The Sisters who share. Monday, May 21, 2007. You tried to think of words to say. But they never came. You tried to write a song to sing. But your feelings were all gone. An emptyness caught up with you. A fight was lost tonight. When all came flooding in and out. When darkness chose to stay. You tried to think of places. But all you my thoughs where there. Trapped inside a looking glass. Veiwing all your fear. As you tried, you pulled away. You ran from him again. Thanking God that you'de escaped.
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Jenn * Jonnie
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The Sisters who share. Sunday, July 22, 2007. Quietly you'll hear her sing. In the darkness pouring through, quiet lite. The tone is dull. But these words ring out. Now still your soul. Break the clamor, and join in her song. Awake the dead, breath in begin to live. In the darkness, pouring through is lite. Quietly you'll hear this tune. Quietly youll hear her sing A simply tune In the . Another blog by jonnie*. Http:/ failings.blogspot.com. View my complete profile.
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The Wonder Years: June 2010
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Tuesday, June 29, 2010. I've moved into a new apartment, successfully navigated my travel-filled month and a half, and am in a bit of a lull right now. Sure, I have things I need to do, should be doing right now actually, but they are not pressing. I don't feel pressed anyway :). For now, I'm doing well, but I should really go make lunch before I have to go to work. There is more that I don't have time to tell, so I'm not going to attempt it :). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Dancing to her iPod.
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The Wonder Years: Walking the Trail*
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Friday, October 8, 2010. I feel growth. I have been forced to relax and just be in the past two weeks and it has done me a world of good. Maybe when I'm not supposed to be writing an ethics paper, studying for two finals, and catching up on 10 book chapters, I will tell you about it. Until then, I will say that I am well, but I need to continue my self-reflection. I will not neglect you forever, but right now I need to be caught up in my own head for just a bit longer. A novel by Jerry Ellis.
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The Wonder Years: February 2010
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Monday, February 8, 2010. Conversations in the snow. I'm mad. And appropriately so, I think. A bittersweet toast to friendship: that I will continue to care when I really don't want to. This is charge that I would deny in a heartbeat if I could. Oh selflessness, what a love-hate relationship we have developed :). Sunday, February 7, 2010. Slickery slopes and other things. Is this par for the course? But standing my ground leaves me with scraped up outsides (and insides). I am learning to stand my ground,...