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August | 2014 | obscureparadise
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I don't mind what you believe. I want to be free. August 18, 2014. August 18, 2014. Our favorite diner still holds me as I. Drift into thoughts of you. Laughing in your chocolate shake. A giggle as you flip your hair. 8220;Can I help you? No thanks, I say two booths over. But her muscle boyfriend. Are already standing up. You Cannot Believe Everything You Think. The Comforts of being Haunted. A Light Flickers Out. On You Cannot Believe Everything…. On After the Funeral. The Comforts of being Haunted.
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Faithless | obscureparadise
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I don't mind what you believe. I want to be free. September 2, 2014. September 2, 2014. How do trees gather the strength to grow. To sprout, bud, and bloom after life. Has sent them the sunless desolate winter? A Light Flickers Out →. 3 thoughts on “ Faithless. September 2, 2014 at 1:15 am. Lovely poem. Very moving and inspiring to me with my depression. Thanks for checking out my blog MEN HEAL ( http:/ menheal.org.uk. Your blog is a lovely design 🙂. September 2, 2014 at 1:18 am. Thank you for this!
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Relationship Down | obscureparadise
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I don't mind what you believe. I want to be free. July 28, 2014. November 15, 2014. Carefully with scissors bared. You cut blueprints from a self-help book. Framed and mounted them on our wall. I returned to see these rules. Our stale life riddled with miscommunication),. Sputtered words for plans of my own. Sloshing whiskey on the carpet. After the Funeral →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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Riots and Reason | Tope Collins
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I truly believe that to be a good teacher, a decent writer or a perfunctory scholar one has to concede the limits of evidence, reason, and rationality. It is no wonder I believe that. Evidence, reason and rationality can rarely explain my place in this world. I know the limits even as I try to stretch them. It is either futile or the human experience or, I suspect, it is both. Amounts to little more than nil. On the grand scale of things. Mostly, I have hoped that people would persist. December 1, 2014.
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I don't mind what you believe. I want to be free. July 19, 2014. Each night the glow of the moon is you. Remembering me from heaven. I bask in your light. And attempt to somehow return such devotion. As I close my eyes gently. I see your face against mine. Then I am reminded. By the tapping on the floor beside me. To pay the girl so she can leave. July 19, 2014. July 19, 2014. I catch her scent in the wind. Spirals of air flutter about in front of me. Luring me past the dazzling lights. May 18, 2014.
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After the Funeral | obscureparadise
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I don't mind what you believe. I want to be free. July 30, 2014. Sunset casts long shadows on graveyard trees. Mine among them spills flowers from between string. Slowly losing petals, stems, buds, tears. To a fresh mound of earth and to you within. Agressive Memories →. 2 thoughts on “ After the Funeral. July 31, 2014 at 8:08 pm. Twists the heartstrings in just a handful of words. August 8, 2014 at 9:53 pm. Very moving poem, and quite well written. Thank you for this. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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November | 2014 | obscureparadise
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I don't mind what you believe. I want to be free. November 15, 2014. November 15, 2014. Where once your finger traced lines on my chest. Now hair grows a thick forest. I tried to sell it off. But no one would have the lumber I grow. With your razor tongue you’d slice through thickets. Words of fire burning all the underbrush. Greedy hands would claim the land- your hands. Built up fences all around. Unmaintained, they’ve fallen down. Now streams of tears carve out the ground. The Comforts of being Haunted.
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The 7 Irrational Behaviors of Black Friday | Tope Collins
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The 7 Irrational Behaviors of Black Friday. Center for Advanced Hindsight. Every day of the year, American shoppers act irrationally. On Black Friday, however, shoppers’ irrationality and wildness climb to dangerously high levels. Why does Black Friday lead shoppers to grab and fight, especially when the stakes are often as low as fifty percent off toasters? Over the last few decades, social scientists have cataloged. Black Friday is like a hazing ritual. December 1, 2014. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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About | Tope Collins
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2 thoughts on “ About. Thank for the follow. Have a good weekend 🙂. Liked by 1 person. September 12, 2014 at 5:02 pm. You’re Welcome, You have a great weekend too. September 12, 2014 at 5:44 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.