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Fields of Poetry: May 2012
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I don't know how to love him. What to do, how to move him. I've been changed. Yes, really changed. In these past few days when I've seen myself. I seem like someone else . . . Friday, May 4, 2012. The Alien Princess and the First Human Astronaut. No, you're not alone.". Before I expound on the stories and explain why they stand as possible proof of alien visitation, I will first tell their stories beginning with Kaguya Hime. Out on the mountain. And revealed in tears,. Who will come for you, child? One f...
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Fields of Poetry: September 2013
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I don't know how to love him. What to do, how to move him. I've been changed. Yes, really changed. In these past few days when I've seen myself. I seem like someone else . . . Wednesday, September 4, 2013. My New Posts and Journals. Dear Readers and Followers:. I promised I will post new entries. It just so happened, I posted them in another one of my online blog. For those of you interested in knowing how I treated my Bartholin's Cyst, head to this link:. Bartholin's Cyst and How I healed Myself.
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Fields of Poetry: February 2012
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I don't know how to love him. What to do, how to move him. I've been changed. Yes, really changed. In these past few days when I've seen myself. I seem like someone else . . . Sunday, February 5, 2012. I Won't Let Anything in this World Keep us Apart. I feel like nothing was real until I met you. I feel like we connect and I really get you. If I said, "You're a beautiful girl! Would it upset you? Because the way you look tonight. I'll never forget it. Oh, oh, Fiona . . . Your fist have touched my heart.
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Fields of Poetry: January 2013
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I don't know how to love him. What to do, how to move him. I've been changed. Yes, really changed. In these past few days when I've seen myself. I seem like someone else . . . Saturday, January 26, 2013. I Am Offering My Service as An Artist on Fiverr. My instructions are simple:. Send me a high resolution picture of yourself/your pet/favorite character and describe in your message what style you want the illustration in: Chibi or Caricature. 10 dollars additional if you want colors. If you don't want to...
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Fields of Poetry: June 2011
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I don't know how to love him. What to do, how to move him. I've been changed. Yes, really changed. In these past few days when I've seen myself. I seem like someone else . . . Friday, June 24, 2011. The Name of My Angel. I have wanted to draw him for a long time. I finally did it! My angel guards me day and night. He glows with white and shim'ring light. His long and flowing beard they spread. Down to his knees;. Or were they indeed his knees . . ? My angel soothes me when I'm tense. Links to this post.
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Fields of Poetry: My New Posts and Journals
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I don't know how to love him. What to do, how to move him. I've been changed. Yes, really changed. In these past few days when I've seen myself. I seem like someone else . . . Wednesday, September 4, 2013. My New Posts and Journals. Dear Readers and Followers:. I promised I will post new entries. It just so happened, I posted them in another one of my online blog. For those of you interested in knowing how I treated my Bartholin's Cyst, head to this link:. Bartholin's Cyst and How I healed Myself.
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Fields of Poetry: I Am Offering My Service as An Artist on Fiverr
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I don't know how to love him. What to do, how to move him. I've been changed. Yes, really changed. In these past few days when I've seen myself. I seem like someone else . . . Saturday, January 26, 2013. I Am Offering My Service as An Artist on Fiverr. My instructions are simple:. Send me a high resolution picture of yourself/your pet/favorite character and describe in your message what style you want the illustration in: Chibi or Caricature. 10 dollars additional if you want colors. If you don't want to...
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Fields of Poetry: April 2011
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I don't know how to love him. What to do, how to move him. I've been changed. Yes, really changed. In these past few days when I've seen myself. I seem like someone else . . . Monday, April 25, 2011. One of my father's warning echoed in my head so much that I actually found it lateral to a 2010 remake of the movie Arthur, starring Russell Brand. The warning was this:. It is easier for a woman to adapt to wealth than it is for a man.". Haven't there been several tales of peasant boys becoming kings? With ...
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Fields of Poetry: February 2011
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I don't know how to love him. What to do, how to move him. I've been changed. Yes, really changed. In these past few days when I've seen myself. I seem like someone else . . . Sunday, February 27, 2011. I'll Find My Love. Some where beyond my window. I know that I can have my chance. Of meeting with the Dream. Some day when I've stepped off. The curve, and waved my life on balance. Leaving on a whim. Oh, courage guide me within. I know that I'll find my love. Links to this post. Friday, February 11, 2011.
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Fields of Poetry: January 2012
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I don't know how to love him. What to do, how to move him. I've been changed. Yes, really changed. In these past few days when I've seen myself. I seem like someone else . . . Sunday, January 29, 2012. So here I sit on my single bed, my laptop poised on a black platform used mainly for Ikebana. I took it from my mom's room. She never seemed to notice it's missing. Well, actually this entry does. Is there some way I can get my butt off the bed and do something productive? Get a business under my name.
