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Dreams Interrupted: Sonnet for an Unexpected Love
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Feb 3, 2011. Sonnet for an Unexpected Love. With you and you alone I am set free. If others feel the same I dare not ask. Another love I shall not plan to seek. The thought of losing you, a loathsome task. It is in your sole arms that I am home. How our paths never crossed, I only guess. Vulnerable: a side I’ve never shown. When in your open palm my heart I press. You hold me even when I am not near. I dance for you behind closed bedroom doors. In dreams your image is the one most clear.
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Dreams Interrupted: Making Peace With Screams
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Jun 3, 2011. Making Peace With Screams. To quiet the screaming. A more painful noise,. The ache in my ears,. I run to my release,. A single yell that begs. To be let out, I realize. It is the silence that I seek. That will kill me. Through the closed door. To the ears of disbelievers. In my head, I find. To decipher its source. To dull the sounds,. The silence persistently calls. My name, I have to stop. My self destruction,. In a world of screams. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 2 days in the rain.
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Dreams Interrupted: Blind
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Feb 27, 2012. Am I your latest captive,. Waiting for you to love me,. Waiting for you to care? Do you laugh when I walk away? Find joy in my sorrow,. When you look around. At all the whores in line? Do you think of me then? Toss me aside when you. No longer need me. I am you old rag doll. Used up and dirty. From things you never told me. The truth of your confidence. Lies in your conquests,. Filth in the bottom of the sink. You laugh it off. Like angel dust,. It all just goes to your head.
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Dreams Interrupted: Love
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Feb 16, 2012. For every dream I've sent aloft. The moon waits brightly in the sky. For every wish I've made. A falling star has learned to fly. For every time I've held your hand. A part of me has become brave. For each kiss you’ve given me-. A second’s connection that I crave. For each moment we have laughed. My heart rests gently its place. For butterflies that dance inside. A smile spreads across my face. For every day you've spent with me. A tiny prayer is said at night,. View my complete profile.
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Dreams Interrupted: Wandering
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Jul 3, 2010. I was looking for my muse. And I found it down the barrel of a 9mm pistol. And I found it whirling down the drain with the suds from my hand soap. And I found it whistling a tune while I did the dishes. I was wishing for the words. And I found them in your eyes. And I found them in your strong, loving arms. And I found them dancing around with my memories. But I see the words in the sight of the 9mm. And I see them in the dirt that I am washing away. Dreamy, whimsical, and sometimes.
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Dreams Interrupted: Lies
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Jul 14, 2010. I know you’re watching through your telescopic lens. Safely at a distance from the battle. That is raging inside of my mind. I am desperately trying to gather the pieces of my heart,. A pile of shattered glass. The castle made of cards we built. Is now a mess upon my bedroom floor. Who do you think you are to be so deceptive? What once was a beautiful dance. Twirling and choreographed inside of my stomach. Is now a jar of dead butterflies. Whose wings are turning to dust against each other.
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Dreams Interrupted: Still Life
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Nov 6, 2010. They gather around her like. Ants on a dropped piece of sucker or. Flies on hamburgers left on a picnic table. Her eyes red and bloated,. From tears forcing their way out. Tears that pushed like people in line for autographs. She sucked in air in quick chunks,. Careful to tilt her face just so. That snot didn’t hit her upper lip. And she looked up into their faces. And they frowned like they cared. A story to tell later,. Sobbing into her magazine while. Sitting in the park,.
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Dreams Interrupted: Meditation
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Jul 14, 2011. I chant Om,. Underneath the elephant’s foot,. Silenced by the presence. Summer drips all around me,. But this grey weight. Shields me from the rain. My heavy, ominous umbrella. I contemplate to run-. To stand up, stretch, be free. My elephant remains strong. Like an uneasy secret. Here I must meditate,. Here I seek the peace. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am a freelance writer residing in Southern California, raising an amazing daughter, and loving my life. View my complete profile.
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Dreams Interrupted: Truth
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Jun 9, 2010. My life is filled with reminders of you. Your smile sits on the inside of my eyelids so. I see you every time I blink. You are the dream I left behind in a fit of restlessness. You gave me a reason to keep my heart open but I closed it long ago. I walk to the sound of our hearts tangled rhythm,. Though yours has grown fainter over time. I wonder if your heart meets mine in dreams. I wonder if you think of me when time allows for a pause. Reminders of you come in scents and songs,.
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Dreams Interrupted: The Beginning: Fiction Part 1
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May 23, 2010. The Beginning: Fiction Part 1. It is 7:00am, I hear the girls laughing as they ask Grace for breakfast. “Grapefruit, Grandma, with sugar sprinkled on top! 8221; says Katie, and Jessie, “I want cinnamon rolls, Grandma! My tall glass of milk is perspiring and the paper underneath has a growing wet ring outlining the glass. The paper tells me of transgressions by my favorite sports heroes, has no one got a conscience anymore? 8220;Would you like some more milk sir? 8220;Jack, is that you?
