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Read Write. Share. January 11, 2016. Voices meld in a cloud. Swirling around my head. Nothing but noise of strangers. That used to be my friends. January 10, 2016. Dive into your heart. It’s call is fading. Worn out from all the love, now lost. Tethered to a past that’s haunted. Drowning in moments that won’t last. You chip away at the ice, now spreading. Depths at which, you will not go. Becoming bitter, burning all that’s sweet. Until the heart that sung of love is strangled. Unable to beat anymore.
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It Is Time You Came Clean | Writing Verse
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Read Write. Share. It Is Time You Came Clean. August 8, 2015. Secrets hang above you. Cobwebs you cannot clean. No matter how well you’re hiding. There is someone that can see. Small Town Feels Like Home. Bring You Back to Life →. 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. Follow me on Twitter.
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On This Night | Writing Verse
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Read Write. Share. August 13, 2015. Lost in the stillness of the night. Listening to nature’s chorus. Fireflies ignite the sky. Dancing under the moonlight. Addict, You Aren’t Fooling Anyone →. 4 thoughts on “ On This Night. August 13, 2015 at 11:56 pm. Beautiful picture you paint 😊. Liked by 1 person. August 14, 2015 at 12:53 am. August 14, 2015 at 4:44 am. You had me at dancing under the moonlight. Liked by 1 person. August 14, 2015 at 10:26 am. Liked by 1 person. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Something...
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Small Town Feels Like Home | Writing Verse
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Read Write. Share. Small Town Feels Like Home. August 7, 2015. I prefer tree lined streets. The smell of ocean upon the breeze. Planting roots in a small town. A little house on lots of land. It Is Time You Came Clean →. 3 thoughts on “ Small Town Feels Like Home. August 10, 2015 at 9:59 pm. Me too, Ann… Now if I could just find a way to remove the chains that hold me elsewhere…. Lingering on your site this afternoon and thoroughly enjoying myself… Thank you for sharing with us…. Liked by 1 person. On Go...
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July | 2015 | Writing Verse
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Read Write. Share. Bathe me in Light. July 31, 2015. Lost in infinite skies. Wrapped in the sun’s golden light. Fallen under its spell. Forever yearning to be here. July 30, 2015. As the sun plays hide and seek. The air smells like rain. Fall in Love Again. July 29, 2015. His eyes fracture light. Sending me back in time. To when we fell in love. Submarine and rocket ship. July 29, 2015. Into skies pitch black. Let it fly away. Submerge in its depths. You Sweet Talked Your Way Into My Heart. July 29, 2015.
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August | 2015 | Writing Verse
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Read Write. Share. The Cranky Old Woman. August 31, 2015. How withered she’d become. From day to day life. All the things she once loved. She left it all behind. Now old and alone. But it was the world. She thought was unkind. August 30, 2015. In blood lined streets. Stealing every hurried breath. There is no tomorrow. Searching for our sins. In tears now dried. Have turned to stone. Souls of the departed. The Red String of Fate. August 29, 2015. In fates tangled web. Stringing me in directions. I don...
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Working Story | Writing Verse
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Read Write. Share. 8211; Part 1. 8220;Come on Anna, you have to come.” Gabriel’s voice pleads through the phone. “It’ll be fun. You’ll get to see my band play.”. 8220;I don’t know, I’ve heard you sing.”. 8220;Ouch, that hurts.” She could hear the smile in his voice “Well then I will have you know I don’t sing. I play the guitar. Luca sings.”. What happened to Izzy? 8220;He quit” Gabe shrugs “Chalk it up to creative differences.”. 8220;More like sibling rivalry.”. 8220;That bad huh? 8220;I’m serious...
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Poetry | Writing Verse
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Read Write. Share. February 28, 2016. The light grows dim. Your smile’s fading. Eyes, with tears now brim. As the angels sing. By all but me. They call your name. A voice so calming. February 1, 2016. January 31, 2016. Autumn paints the breeze. Orange and red hues. Swirl and dance around my feet. Scurrying like the squirrels. Until flying away like the birds. January 27, 2016. Hope fades into darkness. When even your angels leave. Forgotten by your lovers. Empty was their promise. Foolish was your pride.
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Nature’s Beauty | Writing Verse
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Read Write. Share. August 11, 2015. I could search forever. Beauty as humbling as that before me. There Are No Post Offices In Heaven. Wrapped in You →. One thought on “ Nature’s Beauty. August 13, 2015 at 10:03 am. So popular in Portland. Thanks to God, we’re good. Liked by 1 person. 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. Follow me on Twitter.
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Wrapped in You | Writing Verse
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Read Write. Share. August 12, 2015. Caught in passions tongue. Candles flicker in the dark. Swaying from our breath. Burning down the house again. With your never ending caress. On This Night →. 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. Notify me of new comments via email. Tie Me To Fate.
