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From The Inside Out: Today
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From The Inside Out. Monday, May 28, 2007. Today is just another day,. Waiting to go by. Tomorrow it will be yesterday,. And everything will be put behind us. So why do we worry,. About what happened today,. When it's all going to disappear,. As we put our fear away. This poem could be connected to your other poem because they both have fear in them. "Today" first then "Fear" and you have one long poem about "fear". Good poems! May 28, 2007 at 2:01 PM. Another great poem. Very nice! Insanity of my mind.
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Reality Bytes: Re-creation
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Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." Simonides, 6th-5th century, B.C. Saturday, June 9, 2012. I am rebuilding remodeling remolding me I am retooling refueling rethinking myself I am reminded reguided refocused on me I am refining redefining resigning the old me I am recentering relearning returning to myself, me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This Coyote Writes Well. Rabbit in Red Lounge. Insanity of my mind. This Penguin Can Fly. View my complete profile.
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From The Inside Out: May 2007
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From The Inside Out. Tuesday, May 29, 2007. Love is all the colors of the rainbow,. It can be any color that you feel. Whether it's blue or red,. It's your love,. And no one can change that. Love can be in the shape of a heart,. Or a circle or a square. It can be whatever you like it to be. Because it's your love,. Not mine or your brother or sister's. Protect it with your life,. Or show it to your friends. Do what you want with it. Monday, May 28, 2007. Today is just another day,. Waiting to go by.
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Reality Bytes: harbinger
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Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." Simonides, 6th-5th century, B.C. Thursday, September 22, 2011. She spoke in hushed tones. I could hear her voice in the wind. The trees, the grass. She spoke in whispers. Time and time again". She repeated in every natural tongue. You failed me yet again". I cried and listened and shook. She spoke the truth. On the petals of a rose. And the barb of the thorn. She revealed the wishes. Never granted, never fulfilled. You will see me again".
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Reality Bytes: October 2011
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Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." Simonides, 6th-5th century, B.C. Friday, October 14, 2011. Like an old black and white. Like a flash bulb. Ever search for something. Put forth so much effort. That when you finally. Found what you were looking for. You had no idea what to do next? You feel like you come to a complete stop. And expect a miracle. Or a miraculous change. But nothing is different. It's still the same old you. I feel like that sometimes. Be left feeling sad.
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From The Inside Out: Thoughts
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From The Inside Out. Monday, May 21, 2007. Thoughts are all around us. Floating in the air. No one can see, taste or touch a thought. When we say we think of something. Is it a thought? Or is it just a figment of our imaginations? Some thoughts are feared. And some are liked. But whether u like them or not. We all have thoughts. I like this poem, it is written well! May 21, 2007 at 7:13 PM. May 21, 2007 at 7:54 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Insanity of my mind. View my complete profile.
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Reality Bytes: September 2010
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Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." Simonides, 6th-5th century, B.C. Friday, September 24, 2010. The death of a dream. I had always hoped. For a common bond. A heart to share the word. The beating goes on alone. Becomes the tattoo of the sadness. And the search continues. Til my dying day. Into the hearts of the man. Brevity is the word of the day. Keep it simple and quick. I believed the word of a liar. Does that make the liar more so,. Or me the even bigger. I know for sure.
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Reality Bytes: I'm not
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Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." Simonides, 6th-5th century, B.C. Friday, April 1, 2011. Though I 'm numb. Though I am here. I'm not a lot of things. And I will be one more. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This Coyote Writes Well. Rabbit in Red Lounge. Insanity of my mind. This Penguin Can Fly. A poem should not mean/But be" - Archibald MacLeish. View my complete profile. Simple template. Template images by luoman.
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Reality Bytes: July 2011
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Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." Simonides, 6th-5th century, B.C. Saturday, July 23, 2011. Only an idea really. By a figment of wind. A ghost of a thought. Onto the edge of consciousness. A blink of an eye. A flash - it's gone. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). This Coyote Writes Well. Rabbit in Red Lounge. Insanity of my mind. This Penguin Can Fly. A poem should not mean/But be" - Archibald MacLeish. View my complete profile. Simple template. Template images by luoman.
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Reality Bytes: 14
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Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." Simonides, 6th-5th century, B.C. Friday, December 31, 2010. I wish you larger. But time is a killer. It speeds when I slow. No where to go. Oh God I've tried. But belief is weak. And the pull is great. Like you know me. If you want ot make a difference. Then talk to me. Would be so much more. Will we ever know? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This Coyote Writes Well. Rabbit in Red Lounge. Insanity of my mind. This Penguin Can Fly.