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The Shores of My Dreams
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The Shores of My Dreams. These words will prove I lived. Wednesday, April 23, 2008. My heart knows a mystery old as life:. I have to save myself. I have to save myself. I have to save myself. I know this much, my place. A life where hope outshines fears. A life where hope outshines fears. A life where hope outshines fears. I tiptoe out of the room. As if you were looking at me-. I have to save myself. I have to save myself. I have to save myself. I leave you, my muse. I tore my own soul-. April 23, 2008.
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The Shores of My Dreams: December 2007
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The Shores of My Dreams. These words will prove I lived. Wednesday, December 26, 2007. Reflections dance upon the grave. Every molecule of pain. Of winter this year. Crows cry in the rain. As all you ever gave. All you ever gave. Dies and withers away. Friday, December 07, 2007. Falls from the skyline. Leaving me aching,. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Reflections dance upon the grave where I lay ever. Glistening silver falls from the skyline coating . Poetry or fiction news? Concerns about the site?
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The Shores of My Dreams: Hollywoodland Hunger
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The Shores of My Dreams. These words will prove I lived. Wednesday, June 04, 2008. Is a fickle food. Men eat of it and die.". Always the camera is angled so we look up. And nothing will come of our lovelock. Men eat of it and die.". That lady with her garments on. Is Life but is she Art? Fame is a fickle. Men eat of it and die.". Nothing but air, thin air. This," says the voice, "can be laid to the natural greed.". Fame is a fickle food. Eat of it and die.". Of it and die. Just any old kind of food!
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The Shores of My Dreams: November 2008
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The Shores of My Dreams. These words will prove I lived. Saturday, November 01, 2008. Things you’ve said. Won’t you drown me in my. So that I will never face. Any more natural disaster. Ripping through my day. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Fault lines shimmer awake inside my head. Earthqu. Poetry or fiction news? Concerns about the site? Find a bad link? Email me at poetswhoblog@yahoo.com. View my complete profile.
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The Shores of My Dreams
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The Shores of My Dreams. These words will prove I lived. Saturday, June 14, 2008. I am lonely, lonely. I am lonely, lonely. I am lonely, lonely.". I was born to be lonely. I'd wake and hear the cold- splintering, breaking-. And slowly I would rise and dress. I was born to be lonely. A child's blood so red,. Fear the chronic anger of this house. I was born to be lonely,. And watch light slowly close. Against the yellow drawn shades. I was born to be lonely,. Dance naked grotesquely,. What did I know?
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The Shores of My Dreams
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The Shores of My Dreams. These words will prove I lived. Wednesday, May 07, 2008. Where you left me. This poem was written in response to a prompt at Poets Who Blog Interactive. This first line comes from the Leonard Cohen song I'm Your Man. Yowch That's really. barren. May 07, 2008. Very much like the previous piece. These poems are so painfully naked. May 07, 2008. S Thomas Summers said. Drop the cap. enjoyed how terse you are able to be. thanks! May 08, 2008. I stopped by to give you a big THUMBS UP.
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The Shores of My Dreams: February 2008
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The Shores of My Dreams. These words will prove I lived. Thursday, February 28, 2008. Despair is a hunter. Fueled by the scent. That rises in the air. When hope has gone. Despair has a hunger. Slides into the spaces. Where life should be found. Despair came to find me. Like a lover,. Like a lover who was better. Than having no one. And I should have fought him,. Fought him harder than. But despair feels like home. When despair is all. Despair is a hunter. And I am its prey. Tuesday, February 26, 2008.
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The Shores of My Dreams: May 2008
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The Shores of My Dreams. These words will prove I lived. Tuesday, May 27, 2008. Time and Time Again. Fluttering lightly on the wings of. We fight like lions over the reins. Of my tattered life. A silent foe bent on thieving with its. Yet my hands are far from clean-. Volatile and mean, a dirty gleam. Long to clarify the blood beating in. Heal my shame,. A reversal of my fate. Swirl a fantasy like good wine. Precious peace will rise from the ruins. But the devil wants his due,. And all my sins I fear.
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The Shores of My Dreams
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The Shores of My Dreams. These words will prove I lived. Friday, May 23, 2008. Crash again my skin. Hear me whisper softly. Leaves scars to mark my sins. Pray now God will save me. Pray its not too late to save me. Beautifully ingenious. It seems to be the season of ashes waterfalls. At least, I can relate. May 24, 2008. A cleansing hymn, words that. Are sacred and authentic. May 25, 2008. May 27, 2008. Thanks for stopping by. May 27, 2008. May 28, 2008. A waterfall of ashes. October 10, 2008.
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The Shores of My Dreams
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The Shores of My Dreams. These words will prove I lived. Tuesday, October 21, 2008. Words dripping off my tongue. Breaking glass is the sound. With the horror you can't believe. This was supposed to be a secret. This was supposed to be a secret. This was supposed to be a secret. Don’t you know how to keep a secret? This was written for Writer's Island. The prompt was controversial. Deeply disturbing. Gave me a chill. I like the tile of your blog, beach loving woman that I am and of course, the DREAMS.
