project-joy.blogspot.com

in-trepidations.blogspot.com

intrepidations.: November 2013

http://in-trepidations.blogspot.com/2013_11_01_archive.html

Poetry inspired by everyday life. Sunday, 17 November 2013. Ah, will you read this? How many people should I sumbit to? Gazelles were created for God's pleasure,. What if we never saw them? Would he still find pleasure if no one else pointed at the long legs? Sunday, 10 November 2013. I should've known better. You weren't a friend to me and. I only wanted to be famous. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.

in-trepidations.blogspot.com

intrepidations.: 30 minute sanctuary

http://in-trepidations.blogspot.com/2014/04/30-minute-sanctuary.html

Poetry inspired by everyday life. Wednesday, 16 April 2014. 30 minute bright lights blink down at me, irritating my light sensitivity syndrome. I blame this for the rivers that beg to break. 30 minute four walls where I will be cross-questioned,. If I could only turn around and say nothing. 30 minutes of saying whatever comes to mind to save my soul,. 30 minutes of lies,. 30 minutes of I should have told the truth. 30 minutes of It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault. It actually wasn't my fault.

in-trepidations.blogspot.com

intrepidations.: April 2013

http://in-trepidations.blogspot.com/2013_04_01_archive.html

Poetry inspired by everyday life. Sunday, 28 April 2013. EI Does Not Apply To Habits. Severance in the highest places. That were drilling down to the core,. Compacting the softness into packed,. But we broke into the mine. And drugged all the workers,. Dragged them away and shut off the drill,. Heard it whir to an exhausted stop. As to what to do next. Saturday, 27 April 2013. I Am A Man. I am a man. That filled with beer,. Now fill my belly, fill me with fear. Of the future, my wife. That I don't like.

in-trepidations.blogspot.com

intrepidations.: March 2014

http://in-trepidations.blogspot.com/2014_03_01_archive.html

Poetry inspired by everyday life. Wednesday, 12 March 2014. Let's not be real, here. One time I told the truth and as a result,. Picked up my heart and walked off with it as if. They deserved it because as the liar,. They looked better and we all know. Looks are all that matter. Saturday, 8 March 2014. What was hiding in the rose? Letters stacked on top of each other confuse. Trying to decipher the meaning. The meaning hid in a poem that. Used to be somewhere else. Image: Rose 1, 1977, Sweeny Reed.

in-trepidations.blogspot.com

intrepidations.: October 2014

http://in-trepidations.blogspot.com/2014_10_01_archive.html

Poetry inspired by everyday life. Monday, 20 October 2014. Nail polish slowly chipping,. It is a days work and leisure,. Because it makes sound easier. Sometimes I fix the chips. Sometimes I miss the small triangle shaped scars,. Litteral scars. Proof I was trained. To wield sharp scissors,. That I sacrificed myself in tiny chunks. That customers walk away satisfied. Occasionally calluses are enhancements. Little buffers between metal anf flesh,. Hands are so very tough to work and play.

in-trepidations.blogspot.com

intrepidations.: December 2013

http://in-trepidations.blogspot.com/2013_12_01_archive.html

Poetry inspired by everyday life. Friday, 27 December 2013. When you have them. A wave, an embrace,. Doesn't realize how important it is until. You're half a world away,. A 2-day journey by air if I even just wanted. Thursday, 26 December 2013. I was reading Bentlily again. Coffee stain on my poetry book. Tells you I was either enjoying myself. At time of impact. 19 Days from now. 14 Days from now, it sets in. I know what will happen. 15 Days, I beg for mercy,. LET ME CANCEL MY PLANE TICKET!

in-trepidations.blogspot.com

intrepidations.: October 2013

http://in-trepidations.blogspot.com/2013_10_01_archive.html

Poetry inspired by everyday life. Tuesday, 29 October 2013. Remember that cat from Wonderland? He smiled at Alice and turned himself upside down, I always thought. He looked like such a liar. Like why would you take a message from the mailman,. If it was dripping in blood? It's the same thing as moulded bread in icing: cake until you bite it. But it comes in so fast, I feel like Neo with Trinity, no choice but to absorb. The code with Smith wandering around behind me whispering, whispering,. Or a house,.

in-trepidations.blogspot.com

intrepidations.: October 2012

http://in-trepidations.blogspot.com/2012_10_01_archive.html

Poetry inspired by everyday life. Monday, 1 October 2012. I thought I came for Philosophy, not band class. Sitting in the bathroom stall,. I hear the symphony of fall:. The ever-running paper towel,. The flushing toilet's endless growl. A cacophony of coughs and wheezes,. A chorus of body-wrenching sneezes. Squeaking boots along the floor,. Mittens damp upon the door. The sanitiser always pumping,. Beside me too much pie goes plunking. The swipe of tissues from the box,. Plunking girl begins to hack,.

in-trepidations.blogspot.com

intrepidations.: April 2014

http://in-trepidations.blogspot.com/2014_04_01_archive.html

Poetry inspired by everyday life. Wednesday, 16 April 2014. 30 minute bright lights blink down at me, irritating my light sensitivity syndrome. I blame this for the rivers that beg to break. 30 minute four walls where I will be cross-questioned,. If I could only turn around and say nothing. 30 minutes of saying whatever comes to mind to save my soul,. 30 minutes of lies,. 30 minutes of I should have told the truth. 30 minutes of It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault. It actually wasn't my fault.