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overzealous – sheila sea
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January 15, 2015. January 15, 2015. This is the last of it,. I have been relentless. But the echo has grown loud. Refusing to be ignored. Trampled over the bush. I’ve whittled down the pace. In the fruitless hopes. It is with them I hang. In silken flowing shawls. It’s true,. I’ve caught on now. We are the river. Is all but gone. 8211; Sheila Sea. 44 thoughts on “ overzealous. January 15, 2015 at 12:50 am. Wondergul writing, loved “we are the river in the wind”. Liked by 2 people. Liked by 1 person.
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Drama queen – LordEmmanuel
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8230;Genius With A Pen. January 15, 2015. January 15, 2015. Image Credit: Customized Girl. You are always on stage. Plotting the next move. To wow the audience,. Or you do even think them? Yet the same audience. You feel inclined to hold. You seem disconnected from. To understand they’re really fed-up. Of the drama that makes you a queen. Submitted for the Thursday Poets Rally Week 79. The DJ’s wife. 15 thoughts on “ Drama queen. February 7, 2015 at 5:50 am. January 28, 2015 at 10:03 am. January 17, 2015...
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my voice as it describes you | my secret innuendo®
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Did you know that i sit next to you now in the tiniest house of time? My voice as it describes you. January 2, 2015. February 23, 2015. Come to me with your confidence. That you know i want. You don’t expect me to be someone i’m not,. Because you know i am vulnerable, right? You can see the tenderness in. The reality of my defenseless heart. I like my voice as it describes you to me. 8230;and now, i have something i need to tell you. Don’t let me go another day before i tell you. I miss you today. Thank ...
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A life soaked in colors | Antomaniax's Blog
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Never lose the child within you. A life soaked in colors. Dreams of painting life with a thousand colors. Crashed to the ground like a bird with burned wings. While looking at my images I brushed with true colors. Seems funny, and unworthy for others. Art of this world is what I have forgotten to learn. To make portraits in a single-minded mould. Where a palette comprises seldom choices. And colors are often mixed with tears. Now my hands are tired to brush the dusk of my life. Perfect Poet Award Week 53.
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tub, bed, spoon | moodynightingale
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Tub, bed, spoon. Tub, bed, spoon. They say you are vanilla. Like it’s a dirty word. What do they know? You play well with others. Sprinkle of spice, dash of dark. You complete my cravings. Hit all my sweet spots. Leave me dripping cream. They say you are vanilla. Like it’s a dirty word. On March 15, 2011 at 6:44 pm Comments (22). To TrackBack this entry is:. Https:/ moodynightingale.wordpress.com/2011/03/15/tub-bed-spoon/trackback/. Feed for comments on this post. 22 Comments Leave a comment. On March 16...
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