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Heart on Paper: August 2010
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Sunday, August 15, 2010. A Dance For the Ages. As hollow breaths,. Counted one after the other;. Our hearts beating in syncopation. To the steady beat. Of no music,. We dance along barren roads,. Heel to toe;. Waltzing the thin line. Between the open road. And an empty promise. Of your persistent speech. As we take our steps. Moving as one being. The dance ends,. And our fingers entwine. While we wait for applause. To swell within deaf ears. We meander on mindlessly,. Waving to the passers. Welcome to th...
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Heart on Paper: December 2010
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Sunday, December 19, 2010. There's a home in my heart,. These eyes are vacant;. A soul torn apart. That the wind has whipped. Far out of my reach. All but fasten me to the stake,. Slowly, gently,. I have begun to break. In the slightest ways that I wish. Are now clear as day. I fear I've lost control. Over words that should convey. My confession to you;. What a monster I have become. Labels: Its been a while. Im sorry about that.but hopefully I havent lost any of you :). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). This ...
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Heart on Paper: August 2011
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Saturday, August 13, 2011. I Had a Dream. I feel your smile,. Pressed softly against my cheek,. A lullaby of gentle breaths. Until you are sleeping. Behind closed eyes,. I watch myself twirl. Under a blank sky. And lift my arms. To color it blue. Your lullaby fills my mind. And you appear to grasp my waist,. With your help,. I clutch the air and smile proudly. At my empty hands,. That you love me. For you to lower me to the ground. So I can whisper the same. But my eyelids begin. And my lashes part.
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Heart on Paper: In Your Sight
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Saturday, January 22, 2011. You awaken me,. And compelling my legs to cover ground. Embrace a newborn,. Sensitive to the sound of your words. And the silences between. In one swift motion,. Your mind enters mine. And I am entranced by your thoughts. I empty myself,. My world in your hands. As you dance around the simplistic idea. But to feel the warmth of your touch;. My own face and fingers. Alive, alive in your sight. Labels: Guess Im trying for a bit of spirituality. Wish me luck. Most of the early wo...
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Heart on Paper: September 2010
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010. All Eyes on Me. Wander blindly in the darkness. As eyes shift restlessly,. Searching for a single glint. Buried within the fabricated midnight. A once certain heart. Caged behind marrow bars,. Facing the black abyss,. Stiff hands tremble,. Awaiting a single spotlight. To streak the dark. Expectant glances blur into focus;. They await their satisfaction. Breath is steadied,. Eyes locking into position. Two minds become one;. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Fear is equivalent to ...
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: July 2010
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Monday, July 26, 2010. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Is my one star in the sky. To wish for you everyday. And even though I know. It helps to think that. We might be wishing. In your alr...
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: July 2011
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Tuesday, July 19, 2011. It All Ends Here. Thank you, Harry. For everything. Labels: i fucking love harry potter. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. It All Ends Here.
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: July 2009
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Tuesday, July 21, 2009. In the heat of the night. They forgot about the children. All four of them. Lucy, Paul, Daniel and Penelope. Left to fend for themselves. And the four children.
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: A Chance Encounter
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Thursday, July 22, 2010. Five mintutes until take-off folks." The pilots voice rang loud and clear through the cabin. She took her place in the aisle seat and settled in for a long ride.
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Heart on Paper: Encore
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Monday, February 14, 2011. The curtains hang limply,. As we await our entrance. The stage is lit. And we enter,. Cued by the uproar below us. That remain blinded by the illusion. Appearing humble and innocent. To all who stare. Our eyes meet as you straighten. And you indulge me with a flash. Your hand extends,. You present me to the sea of blurred faces. That cry out for more;. The crowd grows louder, and still,. I glance at you,. You who applaud me,. You smirk and step backward. Only on me,. Still, I c...
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