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Birdsongs: Archive - Early Words
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Call it a stream of consciousness, call it free writing, call it an open journal. Call them My Songs. Archive - Early Words. I see myself through green eyes blue. And wonder what to make. What to make of this mature young girl. What to make of me? Soft red lips, so coarse and harsh. Pale drawn skin and yet roses blush her cheeks. She has small dark eyes, that light up with brightness. Small dark eyes, not green and not blue. Her eyes become more tired with every smile that she cries. Her beloved, writhes.
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Birdsongs
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Call it a stream of consciousness, call it free writing, call it an open journal. Call them My Songs. Wednesday, 6 August 2014. If it hadn't been for you,. My mum, my inspiration. I could never have dreamed this dream. If it hadn't been for you. My dad, my bricks and mortar,. I could never have seen this through. If it hadn't been for you. My friend, my brave companion. I would never have had the guts. If it hadn't been for you. My visionary, my ear in confidence. It would never have been this good.
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Birdsongs: Archive - 2010
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Call it a stream of consciousness, call it free writing, call it an open journal. Call them My Songs. Monday night in Chicago. Sheer panic and despair. Alone surrounded by strangers. Where no-body knows my name. Straight to the bar:. Regulars with pony tails. And Snow on the ground -. A more familiar sight than usual. A strange city and a stranger feeling. The neon light in the window reminds me of the unknown. All alone and scared, not sure if I can do this. Too much yet to see. Too soon to tell. Make m...
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Birdsongs: November 2014
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Call it a stream of consciousness, call it free writing, call it an open journal. Call them My Songs. Friday, 28 November 2014. I came to teach you. But I'm the one who's learnt. I came to hide to hunker down. But it seems I've been seen through. Expecting nothing, finding everything,. My heart in a classroom of souls. Your eyes have brightened all of mine. Rekindled the unknown lost. I've shared in your smiles, the broadest I've known. You gave me your joy and laughter. A student, a teacher, a friend.
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Birdsongs
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Call it a stream of consciousness, call it free writing, call it an open journal. Call them My Songs. Monday, 5 January 2015. January; Be gone. Two dates to dread,. Two poems to write. Two loved ones too missed. In a world that will never be right. Too many memories lost. Too far away to remain. Numbers that will only grow. Unversaries that should never be known. Another heinous day of sadness and sorrow. That steals my happiness today and tomorrow. Oh day of pain. Please leave my heart, just let me be.
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"Life's Just a Cocktail Party on the Street..": I've decided to attempt a new 'photo-a-day' journal type project at Flickr...
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Life's Just a Cocktail Party on the Street.". I've decided to attempt a new 'photo-a-day' journal type project at Flickr. 4:44 PM - Posted by rhondapalooza - 0 comments. Let's see if I can keep up with this challenge for a whole year. I have my concerns, but at least the group is wide open in subject matter so it can be a photo of ANYTHING, just one new photo for each and every day. If you're interested in also participating, check out Project 365 at this link. Feed You can leave a response. Thoughts fro...
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"Life's Just a Cocktail Party on the Street..": February 2009
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Life's Just a Cocktail Party on the Street.". A pill to make you numb, a pill to make you dumb, a pill to make you anybody else." - Marilyn Manson. 10:36 AM - Posted by rhondapalooza - 1 comments. Over the past week, I've gobbled down multiples of every pretty little pill/lozenge you see pictured above and. I am SO over it. And tried as I might to cough and clear my throat and make it go away, each night turned into a circus of wheezing and barking and general sleeplessness that was absolutely ridiculous!
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"Life's Just a Cocktail Party on the Street..": February 2008
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Life's Just a Cocktail Party on the Street.". Writing Prompt - 022808P. 9:59 PM - Posted by rhondapalooza - 0 comments. Write about an umbrella that jabs, stabs, trips or pokes and introduces somebody.). Chester didn't like thunderstorms AT ALL. Chester also didn't approve when Erica left the flat. For anything. So with a thousand second-guesses running through her mind, Erica decided to accept the invitation, took the man's proferred hand and ducked her head as she took a seat inside the limo, dripping ...
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"Life's Just a Cocktail Party on the Street..": June 2009
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Life's Just a Cocktail Party on the Street.". Cat Scratch Fever [original fiction]. 6:38 PM - Posted by rhondapalooza - 2 comments. Bing and Bert had partied non-stop for what seemed like weeks now. Oh wait. It HAD been weeks! The two were drunk and exhausted. They'd been trying to find their rooms for well over an hour now, but the hallways all looked the same inside the palace. Wasn't there striped wall paper on that LAST floor? Bert moaned as he trudged along beside his brother. That is not true!
