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A Breath of Awakening: a Poetic twist to music
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A Breath of Awakening. Sunday, December 8, 2013. A Poetic twist to music. You spend all your time waiting in the crossfire, for that second chance. For a breath of awakening that would take you to your judgement day. You seek the one you love, but. Don't get your plane right on time,. Know you're part of the fire. And you should know better. Than to go running of in the fields. What the hell is going on? The dust has just began to fall crop circles in the carpet! So i come up to meet you, to.
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A Breath of Awakening: November 2013
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A Breath of Awakening. Sunday, November 24, 2013. I feel to close to the rest of the sentences, and that is how the first Claustrophobic created the paragraph ,and the tab, and the space. i need some space in my life right now. YET I REALIZE. what does the tab mean compared to the way one lives. i guess a head start from the rest. kinda like a 'race to the finish' type deal. Because my insanity doesn't give a shit. HOW I WRITE DEPRESSION. D: find a personal DEVASTATION. R: READ a sad poem. I choose to fo...
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A Breath of Awakening: September 2013
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A Breath of Awakening. Sunday, September 22, 2013. Alone, Once Again. Why do i still love you? Could this all be lust, no! It lifts me up, and lets me down, down towards the earth, it screams my name, i am silent, i fall, i fall down, down into my own heart where i cant be lifted up again, i reach for the light and only get gray, yet its warm in here and life seems to go on. so why do i want out? I will hopefully be able to blog correctly with the knowledge that Hiraoka has given to me while she is away.
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A Breath of Awakening: January 2014
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A Breath of Awakening. Thursday, January 23, 2014. Sacrificed Words, Meant for God. I like the change it creates, talking. Wednesday, January 22, 2014. When seagulls lead me home. And i cry, because the tears that run down my face are the only ones who are there when i am sad enough to want comfort. and tomorrow when I am asleep in my dreams, maybe I can find something that can lead me back home. Sunday, January 19, 2014. One of the last deaths. But what do I learn when death comes to visit. Because then...
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A Breath of Awakening: One of the last deaths.
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A Breath of Awakening. Sunday, January 19, 2014. One of the last deaths. They all learn when the fire touches them. Fire is a teacher. They all learn when water try's to pull them down. Water is a coach. But what do I learn when death comes to visit. Death is the test. Wether I cook with fire and swim the laps, that's a choice, but in the end, my test will come. And it is questionable that I will pass. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My name is Dehlia Dreycott. View my complete profile.
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A Breath of Awakening: The Incense At My Funeral
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A Breath of Awakening. Sunday, January 5, 2014. The Incense At My Funeral. And it seems to me, that all love has ever wanted to know, is what she wants. and i haven't felt that in years. i know that when somebody loved me, everything was beautiful. but all i see now is the dead flowers by my grave. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My name is Dehlia Dreycott. View my complete profile. LONE PEAK CREATIVE WRITING. Sacrificed Words, Meant for God. When seagulls lead me home. One of the last deaths.
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Elizabeth Woolridge Grant: I remember
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Young and Gettin it. Sunday, January 5, 2014. I remember thinking birds and bees were just birds and bees. And screwing was a toolbox term. I remember when your name use to come up on my phone. Lying in that hotel room on the right bedside and you smelled of oak. I remember my recess lady Mrs. O. She was so scary and always looked like a man. I remember Breaking your heart. Crying so hard on that staircase. Longer and harder than ever. How embarrassing I cried that hard for you. Pluto should be a planet.
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Elizabeth Woolridge Grant: August 2013
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Young and Gettin it. Saturday, August 31, 2013. I have to make symmetrical patterns with every. Spoonful of ice cream I. Eat, which Im just. Guessing I average about 7 scoops a day as of. Late I like actually talking about things that. Matter, filling my brain with more ideas than. Just "I am here". I wonder just about everything. You can think of, what stars can I connect in my. Head to make shapes and just how far that star. Is and why it shines brighter than the rest and. I am one of a kind. Trust Iss...
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Alice Island learns to write: October 2013
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Alice Island learns to write. Thursday, October 31, 2013. Hot bodies and Kung Pao Chicken. For months I thought about you. I thought about you from February until August. I thought about your eyes and how they're a perfect tint of green. And your skin's lovely uneven tone. Your teeth, ranking number one in the perfection department. And your hands, how they're just learning to play the piano. And your body-DANG BOY. LIKE WATER THINKS ABOUT T-SHIRTS. LIKE GLOVES THINK ABOUT ADAM AND EVE. I don't want you ...
