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In The Bloom: January 2012

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As fragile as a breeze as a touch is to me. Tuesday, January 24, 2012. The fragility of rose. Her fall from the crown. Of blood red petals. Spread across the earth. Only her empty crown. To the existence of rose. Links to this post. Monday, January 23, 2012. To the end of a day. To giant rain clouds. That fill the sky. Like a fired furnace. Stretch marks of deep violet blues. And coil the red flames. And the waters break. Giant drops of rain. Into the wet mouth. The birth of darkness. We call this time.

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In The Bloom: A Strange Affair ~ Depression

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As fragile as a breeze as a touch is to me. Sunday, February 26, 2012. A Strange Affair Depression. The quiet of me. It has always been you. The sadness of a cross. Lays like a crucifixion. And I crawl the weight of you. Your breath like humidity. You know me well. You hide behind a veil. The clouds are now my eyes. Such a strange affair. Since I was when. You were there then. Took over my dreams. How you wear me down. I've carried you for years. My back has turned me on myself. My control freak friend.

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In The Bloom: February 2012

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As fragile as a breeze as a touch is to me. Sunday, February 26, 2012. A Strange Affair Depression. The quiet of me. It has always been you. The sadness of a cross. Lays like a crucifixion. And I crawl the weight of you. Your breath like humidity. You know me well. You hide behind a veil. The clouds are now my eyes. Such a strange affair. Since I was when. You were there then. Took over my dreams. How you wear me down. I've carried you for years. My back has turned me on myself. My control freak friend.

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In The Bloom: March 2012

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As fragile as a breeze as a touch is to me. Monday, March 26, 2012. Ode To The Fallen Stars. Seem like an ink stain. Standing out of your head. All arms and legs. So deep in the see. A thing that's said. Feel like an out strung. Being strung up for dead. No matter if the night falls. Only wishing you would look. Out side your head. All arms and legs. With these thoughts in your head. Cant seem to shake the urgent. To talk the need. Cant find the words for want. But we all used to look. On a fallen star.

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In The Bloom: May 2013

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As fragile as a breeze as a touch is to me. Monday, May 20, 2013. Blue tattooed tear a tattered ear black panthers inked a shoulder to cry #haiku. Blue tattooed tear a tattered ear black panthers inked a shoulder to cry #haiku. Blue tattooed tear a tattered ear black panthers inked a shoulder to cry #haiku. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). As fragile as a breeze as a touch is to me. Just when i think I get what is happening in life the whole picture changes. View my complete profile.

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In The Bloom: Full Bloom

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As fragile as a breeze as a touch is to me. Tuesday, January 24, 2012. The fragility of rose. Her fall from the crown. Of blood red petals. Spread across the earth. Only her empty crown. To the existence of rose. February 4, 2012 at 3:28 PM. Beez, I am awarding you this award for your poetry and your kindess.the details are here. Http:/ gennepher.blogspot.com/p/leibster-blog-award.html. March 29, 2012 at 10:02 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). As fragile as a breeze as a touch is to me.

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In The Bloom: The I in the Icing of Me and Myself

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As fragile as a breeze as a touch is to me. Wednesday, April 18, 2012. The I in the Icing of Me and Myself. Into the was'es of is'es. I find myself falling. Out of the me. An into the am. That should have been. Of eating and having. Of I I I's. Instead Im still here. Wandering in a maze. Of the was'es and is'es. Of the me am's and I's. Oh what does it take. The true self of. Me Myself and I. April 18, 2012 at 7:39 AM. April 18, 2012 at 7:39 AM. April 24, 2012 at 6:53 AM. A part of you.) When are you?

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In The Bloom: Twins of Summertime

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As fragile as a breeze as a touch is to me. Monday, January 23, 2012. To the end of a day. To giant rain clouds. That fill the sky. Like a fired furnace. Stretch marks of deep violet blues. And coil the red flames. And the waters break. Giant drops of rain. Into the wet mouth. The birth of darkness. Bearing full its moon. We call this time. February 15, 2012 at 1:33 PM. Http:/ shadowleaves-joanie.blogspot.com/. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). As fragile as a breeze as a touch is to me.

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In The Bloom: There are two I's in Origami

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As fragile as a breeze as a touch is to me. Sunday, January 22, 2012. There are two I's in Origami. The origami Of I. Till i am no more a muse. I am picked up. A one night stand. And just as I cling. Curled like a leaf. That once held me. I am paper thin. A piece of poetry. But I am amused. By all my origami art. March 3, 2012 at 6:48 AM. Loved your poetry. Especially this one is a nice read. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). As fragile as a breeze as a touch is to me. View my complete profile.

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In The Bloom: secrets secrets secrets

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As fragile as a breeze as a touch is to me. Wednesday, August 7, 2013. Ssh quiet whispers between filtered lights. Blinds shut curtains pulled. Now all hidden in the mind. And forget this secret life. All a lie a secret grows. Like a noxious weed. Deep within your mind. This isn't your regular little white lies secrets. Or I'll tell you a secret. This is like life and death secrets. That one out of a million gets to have it. Rare but not that rare. You grow with a secret. You cant let go. But lie you do.