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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection: Suicide. (Mini-Series. Part 8)
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection. Love, Your Little Sister. Friday, March 05, 2010. Suicide. (Mini-Series. Part 8). 8220;What doesn’t kill you. Makes you stronger.”. Well, I wish that. I wish I could be a fatality. And not a survivor. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Since your spirit left. Me I have a lot to say. That is why I write. My smooth, cool Rhythm and Blues wars with my politically enraged Hip-Hop. - excerpt from Original piece,Torn. View my complete profile. BeStill. [The Blog].
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection: February 2010
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection. Love, Your Little Sister. Saturday, February 06, 2010. Take all of my bravery and will. Free me from self-preservation. And leave me bare of defenses and potency. Strip me down to what I really am:. Devoid of form and color,. Remind me that I am completely. Incapable, incompetent,. Caressing a fire,. Your heart glows bright in my arms. The tips of my fingers. Trace carefully along the heated seams. Close to rupturing its zealous rays. Clenched too harshly,.
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection: Spring Break Musings. (Mini-Series. Part 9)
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection. Love, Your Little Sister. Monday, March 22, 2010. Spring Break Musings. (Mini-Series. Part 9). You push me to edges. But revealing that I can go further. Than I thought I ever could. I see that my edges aren’t really. Of all there is of me. They are a beautiful. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Since your spirit left. Me I have a lot to say. That is why I write. View my complete profile. BeStill. [The Blog]. I Wrote This For You. Flows in Prose: My Poetry.
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection: Take Time
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection. Love, Your Little Sister. Monday, December 14, 2009. Take a moment to. And study the loving eyes. Staring back at you. And I will quiet the. Stirrings underneath my rib;. Silently nurse the pain. I'll be ready when you are, friend. I'll be ready when it's time. And I'll linger here. How lovely it can be to. Dwell in sweet anticipation. I'll wait for you. My feet will not budge. Unless it's in your direction. And unless He tells me to. I'll be ready when you are, friend.
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection: Tongues.
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection. Love, Your Little Sister. Friday, January 29, 2010. We do plenty of talking. And not enough listening. Our own native cries drowning out. The voices of those across the border. And on distant shores. Is the chant;. Booming loud and urgent. If we'd just take turns to listen. We're all saying the exact. I wrote a haiku like this a while back. i do believe that one common staple of humanity is our occasional hardheaded selfishness. January 29, 2010 at 9:11 PM.
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection: Born Again.
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection. Love, Your Little Sister. Saturday, February 06, 2010. Take all of my bravery and will. Free me from self-preservation. And leave me bare of defenses and potency. Strip me down to what I really am:. Devoid of form and color,. Remind me that I am completely. Incapable, incompetent,. I can see myself saying that poem to God or to poetry. February 8, 2010 at 10:17 PM. March 6, 2010 at 4:16 PM. Thanks for reading ladies :). March 26, 2010 at 2:32 PM. Since your spirit left.
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection: Curbed & Biased.
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection. Love, Your Little Sister. Monday, December 14, 2009. My eyes are for no other. Charming words of strangers. Fail to turn my head. My tastes have been. Reserved for the likes of. Or your prototype at least. My heart is incapable of. Resounding loudly for another [man]. The kindest gesture or. Cannot raise a single hair on my head. Nor prickle one pore on my forearm. I am dead to all of them:. Future suitors are merely a sea of. And in their midst you've surpassed them all.
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection: (Mini-Series. Part 6) Deep vs. Shallow
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection. Love, Your Little Sister. Friday, January 29, 2010. Mini-Series. Part 6) Deep vs. Shallow. I know that my waters. But the moment I notice that. Caught underneath the gaze of. Your mind's eye,. I cast my smile as far away as possible. And quietly wade around. I cannot show you. Just how deep it all goes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Since your spirit left. Me I have a lot to say. That is why I write. View my complete profile. BeStill. [The Blog]. Tony is a Writer.
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection: Heart of Fire.
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection. Love, Your Little Sister. Saturday, February 06, 2010. Caressing a fire,. Your heart glows bright in my arms. The tips of my fingers. Trace carefully along the heated seams. Close to rupturing its zealous rays. In moments where I grasped too quickly,. Clenched too harshly,. Your love seared my flesh;. Left an impression past skin and bone. I retract my grip. And react in pain;. Gritting teeth and regretting that. I wasn’t more careful. Soon after the tissue cools.
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection: So To Speak
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Split-Torn: The Poetry Collection. Love, Your Little Sister. Thursday, March 25, 2010. I have an odd request. Tilt your chin upwards. Straighten your back and. Meekly resound your mind to me. Arrange your words straight as an arrow. And aim directly for my heart's flesh. I need to know you aren't afraid of sounding off. Flapping your gums at me, so to speak,. Even if a time or two. Is to let me know that. Lean in really close to me. Invade my person and. Match my line of vision. Of your heart, so to speak.
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