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storm indigo: March 2012
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Monday, March 19, 2012. I wanna cry. I just cannot believe it. I don't know what to do to convince them to come back and stay. I miss my sassy self. I miss that womyn who KNEW that her love was 'the business'. That womyn who walked into a room with confidence because she knew what she carried with her; good or bad, she had a sense of her worth and didn't feel less than. Paralyzed. I feel that nothing about me is. anything. I'm not trying to have a pity party. Just need to get this out. And since I am...
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storm indigo: July 2011
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Monday, July 18, 2011. Is not fearful;. Isn't a weapon;. Talks late into the night:. Does not tear up the very foundation on which it's built;. Doesn't cut with words or deeds;. Is a soft place;. Offers cushion from the bruises the world can offer;. Doesn't strangle joy;. Blushes red with passion again and again, and again;. Allows us to shelter each other;. Takes joy in anothers joy;. Is a gift;. Doesn't look back;. Is worth the gamble. Get lucky;. Is loose and free;. Is more precious than gold;.
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storm indigo: Love...
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Monday, July 18, 2011. Is not fearful;. Isn't a weapon;. Talks late into the night:. Does not tear up the very foundation on which it's built;. Doesn't cut with words or deeds;. Is a soft place;. Offers cushion from the bruises the world can offer;. Doesn't strangle joy;. Blushes red with passion again and again, and again;. Allows us to shelter each other;. Takes joy in anothers joy;. Is a gift;. Doesn't look back;. Is worth the gamble. Get lucky;. Is loose and free;. Is more precious than gold;.
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storm indigo: May 2012
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Friday, May 11, 2012. In The Morning" by Paul Laurence Dunbar. Oh, my goodness. All of a sudden the first two lines of this poem came to mind. I LOVE THIS POEM. This poem made me fall in love with poetry. Because, I could hear her voice. My grandmother, "Mama" was a southern woman and I could just hear her fussing at either my cousin or me. And, I ADORED Mama, so this poem just tickled me beyond belief. By Paul Laurence Dunbar. Don’ you know de day’s erbroad? Ef you don’ git up, you scamp,. Look hyeah, b...
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storm indigo: "In The Morning" by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Friday, May 11, 2012. In The Morning" by Paul Laurence Dunbar. Oh, my goodness. All of a sudden the first two lines of this poem came to mind. I LOVE THIS POEM. This poem made me fall in love with poetry. Because, I could hear her voice. My grandmother, "Mama" was a southern woman and I could just hear her fussing at either my cousin or me. And, I ADORED Mama, so this poem just tickled me beyond belief. By Paul Laurence Dunbar. Don’ you know de day’s erbroad? Ef you don’ git up, you scamp,. Look hyeah, b...
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storm indigo: still learning
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Tuesday, December 21, 2010. I love too hard, I know I do. I love until it’s more important than…well, more important than me. I love for keeps. I love until I’m too bruised to be of any use to myself. That is not love. (No, I won't break car windows, or stalk anyone). Mine is not a healthy way to love. So I can share the only thing I know for sure…. No one should thrash against protective glass. The only one who hears you is you. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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storm indigo: May 2011
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Friday, May 27, 2011. My post for this weekend is on Indigo Storm. http:/ indigostorm.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-memorial-day.html. Have a beautiful weekend. If you know any Veterans, let them know you appreciate them. If you know any who could have been exposed to Agent Orange, love them enough to tell them to have their doctor check them for kidney disease. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Last Night I Dreamed I Decolonized My Thighs. 102 things about me.
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storm indigo: who is this person?
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Sunday, June 17, 2012. Who is this person? I used to believe in love. I vaguely remember when I believed in love. Where did that funny, silly, happy, sassy, sexy(? Part of me go? I REALLY miss her. 13 December, 2012 17:18. I miss you too! You gave up on me, on us again Kel. I used to believe in love too! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Who is this person? View my complete profile. Last Night I Dreamed I Decolonized My Thighs. Black Iris and Certain Dark Things. 102 things about me.
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storm indigo: what melts away...
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Friday, April 1, 2011. With the exception of my job and my family, of course, my life looks nothing today like it did a few years ago. I am very different; physically, emotionally and spiritually different. I feel less than I was, like I have lost so very much. I look back on what I knew for sure, and now I have to laugh because I am not sure of anything. Did I mention the wine? So, now what? What do you do when you feel like a stranger in your own life? I realize that I was a poison to everything and ev...
