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The Disappearing Act: February 2015
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Sunday, February 22, 2015. When the nights are cold. No bodily contact,. Not even a clenched fist. Lest the tips touch the palm. One hand on the pillow. Where her tired head lies,. The other squeezed tight. Between her fat thighs,. Eyes closed, she waits,. Thursday, February 19, 2015. Six years young, impatient, I tore the shiny wrapper. Filled with bright blue balloons catching the wind,. Tied with swirly red string, the gift from my father. Had my name on the outside and an owl within. I say the wrong ...
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The Disappearing Act: Nice people
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Friday, December 12, 2014. Really. They are. They tell nice stories. With nice, natural flair. They curve their lips. To form a nice smile. That sticks on their face. For less than a while. They're such nice people. That they don't realise. It's all a little fake and. Quite the opposite of nice. They try so hard that. They carelessly banish you. From their selfish narrations. Filled with their worldview. They bear a clear armour. That protects this 'personal space',. A concept so exaggerated.
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The Disappearing Act: It's too late
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Wednesday, June 25, 2014. White light spewed from its mouth. Flooding the wooden land,. Lying in lonely impatience. The black raspy tongue sought. The truth that was hidden,. Many years, wars and lives lost,. The switch was finally off. But sadly it took. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I say the wrong things at the right times. I want to live in a forest far away from the 'civilised', if that's what the world has become. My stints as a blogger are very short and I like to disappear at times.
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The Disappearing Act: March 2014
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Saturday, March 08, 2014. The wind through her black hair, blowing,. Glowing, with the bold afternoon sun,. A run on a stone trail broken and long,. Strong, her nimble feet still moving,. Loving her life through joy and sorrow. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I say the wrong things at the right times. I want to live in a forest far away from the 'civilised', if that's what the world has become. My stints as a blogger are very short and I like to disappear at times. View my complete profile.
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The Disappearing Act: December 2013
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Tuesday, December 31, 2013. Equally matched, almost,. The two opponents battle,. Fighting for power and control. Of the supple human mind,. Pumping antagonistic chemicals,. Brewing an uncomfortable potion,. Allowing it to simmer but. Occasionally rising to a boil,. The one at a slight advantage. With adrenaline on its side,. The other doused with depressants,. Round after round for days, weeks,. They battle until system override. Leaving you with a surge and a crash. Rich with mixed emotions for a moment,.
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The Disappearing Act: A broken owl
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Thursday, February 19, 2015. Six years young, impatient, I tore the shiny wrapper. Filled with bright blue balloons catching the wind,. Tied with swirly red string, the gift from my father. Had my name on the outside and an owl within. Bubo, I called him, was made of wood and clay. Hardened with fire but painted smooth brown. His feathers did not ruffle, whether night or day. He sat perched with a forehead on his frown. He had a thin groove carved in his chest. Through which I fed him every fortnight.
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The Disappearing Act: January 2015
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Sunday, January 18, 2015. I hold on to you as if. I'm holding on to a life,. A life that's shared with one,. The one and only 'one'. You know 'the one', that's. A figment of society and. Its eternal lust for romance,. All lies to make hearts hopeful. You are an odd shape though,. My left arm lies awkwardly below,. I've forgotten what company's like. My bed is like me, a queen,. White lace hangs from its posts. And stars light up the ceiling,. The setting is nearly perfect. My person is not in bed.
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The Disappearing Act: August 2013
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Thursday, August 15, 2013. You know, those people that you know. Who can come along on a long journey,. Who don't scream "Yes! But won't say no,. Who will be with you in quiet company. You see, these people that you care about,. You only think you like them, but wait,. Even if the unspoken words leave no doubt,. You love them, so just once, say it. Location: Dayton, OH, USA. From up close you can't see,. Ragpickers or barbie dolls. From far away you can't be. Driving through to Buffalo,.
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The Disappearing Act: Love dream
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Sunday, January 18, 2015. I hold on to you as if. I'm holding on to a life,. A life that's shared with one,. The one and only 'one'. You know 'the one', that's. A figment of society and. Its eternal lust for romance,. All lies to make hearts hopeful. You are an odd shape though,. My left arm lies awkwardly below,. I've forgotten what company's like. My bed is like me, a queen,. White lace hangs from its posts. And stars light up the ceiling,. The setting is nearly perfect. My person is not in bed.
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The Disappearing Act: November 2014
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Thursday, November 20, 2014. I step away and see. That I'm not me. It's an imposter, a liar,. An expert in satire. Who's making you laugh. Or putting you off. It happens without thought. So, I never get caught. Until later at night. When I pity my own plight. And tell myself, "No more;. It's okay to be a bore.". Let's not call it diffidence. Let's not say it's insecurity. Let's not call it an absence. Or a display of my vocabulary. It's simply plain old pretense. That makes who you think I am, me.
