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Beautiful words, ugly world. I’m not as whole as I once was. For Us →. In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do. October 22, 2013. I’m not as whole as I once was. For Us →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Beautiful words, ugly world. 8220;While I though… →. 8220;But when the stars are the only things we share. Will you be there? June 11, 2013. 8220;While I though… →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. On She was called Autumn.
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Beautiful words, ugly world. Next Post →. The Sun She Rose With Ardency. June 7, 2014. The sun, she rose with ardency. And took my breath away. She shone with generosity-. I could not help but stay! But the sun, her embrace was fleeting. And she let me go too soon. Must it be so short a meeting? Must she leave me for the moon? Then the sun, she began to set. With such a pensive glow;. And never shall my heart forget. Watching the last of her go. This entry was tagged ardency. Next Post →.
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Beautiful words, ugly world. The Sun She Rose With Ardency →. November 17, 2013. Your beauty could stop. But you contain it for us. And your strength could break. But you contain it for us. This entry was tagged beauty. The Sun She Rose With Ardency →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Beautiful words, ugly world. The Sun She Rose With Ardency. The Perhaps of Freedom →. 8220;I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”. June 9, 2014. The Sun She Rose With Ardency. The Perhaps of Freedom →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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Drawing the Search for Love and Meaning. Poeticon is a minimalistic line drawing generated in a poetic mood using symbols. The poeticon depicts characters, situations and states of mind, incorporating approaches derived from the worlds of design, drawing and poetry. The Poeticon is about being optimistic and acting for a better life experience. Beating the tough routine with a positive say and a smile; delivering a smart message to the world, while always thinking out of the box. Love is a Key Feature.
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A garden of expression, grown among the stones of the Brooklyn streets. Worlds Away (Carnarsie Beach). September 14, 2013. A grey day,. A fall from the sky day. Watched by the eyes of those. Who would burn us while sleeping,. Our blue sky of freedom. 88th street is broad. And ordianry, in daylight. But on midsummer’s evenings. And touches the stars. A hooded young man crouches. And watches me passing. I long for my city. And my dreams of this city. I came full of hope. But its flame could. To get richer,.
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Beautiful words, ugly world. The Perhaps of Freedom. September 21, 2014. Birds in cages seldom know. What their wings can do. And those who drift among the lies. Can not tell what’s true. Perhaps the freedom that we prize. Is captivity as a whole. Or perhaps this freedom we desire. Is but an impossible goal. Perhaps the human condition. Has twisted what it means. To be free, to be self-governed. With none to intervene. Perhaps freedom should not. Determine just how free we are. To hang among the stars.
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June 14, 2009. Im going to see some friends from out of state. The very trip that you were supposed to take a while. But it fell through. Like all of you. Like all of you. Thought id make the drive but a free plane ride is in. And just like that my fear of it disappeared. Like all of you. Like all of you. And i look high and low for yesterday. High and low for you and i. Once i can see straight i might move somewhere cold. Seattle or the bay area; to see your ghost. Whats left of you. Whats left of you.
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Sustaining myself with poetry. March 23, 2015. Fifteen definitions of my favorite curse word. I hate everyone. i can’t hate anyone. i miss him. and him. and her. why does everyone leave. is it because i push them away? Is it because they get sick of me? I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. I need to do a load of laundry. This coffee has gone cold. my mouth now tastes like puke. My cat just jumped on my stomach and started to knead and her claws are really really sharp. I really miss you. DREAM ONE MO...
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the poetic politico | discussing affairs of the arab maghreb and beyond
Discussing affairs of the arab maghreb and beyond. How the Tunisian Electoral Authority Robbed Me of the Right to Vote. November 13, 2014. Chafik Sarsar, the head of the Tunisian electoral authority (ISIE). Alright. Since I would be visiting The Hague, Netherlands, during the presidential elections (21-23 November), I decided to change my voting location to that office. Tonight, the ISIE released the names of those ‘selected’ to vote. My name was not on there and neither were the names of many, many ...
