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Lindsay Out Loud: July 2012
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The Train To Roosevelt Avenue. Wednesday, July 4, 2012. The subtle rocking of the subway lulls me to sleep -. An urban cradle at best -. And I begin to drift in and out of lucidity. The melting pot I've thrown myself into begins to fade,. And 'this just in:'. The thoughts of the day. It's funny, feeling on top of the world. All at the same time. This city will eat you up and spit you out all in the same day,. And then seat you on a proverbial throne. And you'll never be enough -. Or alluring enough,.
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Lindsay Out Loud: April 2012
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Get it together.'. Saturday, April 21, 2012. The truth is, I don't. I have nothing together. I'm ripped at the seams half of the time, while the other half I'm scrambling for composure and grasping at the slippery straws of 'what to do next.' What an ugly cliché I have become. I don't want to fall into the margins. Smear into the pages. Become a footnote in this wondrous journey. But poor timing and concrete circumstances snatched it away. So, maybe I need to become a little more undone. And mulling over...
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Lindsay Out Loud: Only The Best
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Thursday, June 21, 2012. I want to do something reckless tonight,. Staring out of half-opened windows. And getting high off of the virginal summer air. I miss the nights out,. The sneaks out,. Being bad back before I knew it was bad. And they say the nice girls finish last,. But get only the best,. Or maybe I've just concocted that little cliché in my disillusioned skull. It would be easy to be bad. It's hard on these nights,. When all you want to do is run wild,. Asking Him to help you.
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Lindsay Out Loud: November 2011
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Vlogging With The Persona of a T-Rex. Thursday, November 3, 2011. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Atlanta, Georgia, United States. 21 years old, writer, Christ follower, lover of all words, coffee fiend, cynical romantic. I edit a newspaper that I love dearly, and I hope to be Manhattan-bound before my time runs out. View my complete profile. There was an error in this gadget. Feel like dropping me a line or sending contributions? Shoot 'em over here! A Room of One's Own. I Am Your Wallflower.
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Lindsay Out Loud: June 2011
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Wednesday, June 29, 2011. A name that rolls off of my tongue with a sultry, seductive connotation. With ease and a hint of taboo. A name that haunts me, infiltrating my mind's eye in childlike scrawl. Forever chalked onto the blackboard of nostalgia. Erase all you want, but you cannot dislodge the traces of truth," he says. A name that burns me - we waltzed in a wildfire doused and burnt out too soon -. Engulf me and watch me rise from the ashes, anew. Labels: Its been a while. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Lindsay Out Loud: Madhattan
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Tuesday, June 12, 2012. I rose early just to see the smog rising,. And set out to soak in all that the asphalt would lead me to. Seeing red in the one place that was once gratuitous to me -. No one knew me here,. The blatant anonymity of it all was thrilling,. And the sirens and screeching tires served as a personal soundtrack. But it was so early,. And I always go to sleep a poet and wake up a fraud. The sleep had hardly been rubbed from my eyes,. Yet here I was, beating the pavement,. I just feel.'.
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Lindsay Out Loud: Of Permanence, Of Change, Of Honesty
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Of Permanence, Of Change, Of Honesty. Tuesday, June 19, 2012. In these last balmy months of endless mid-morning slumber and evenings full of dusty skies, I've learned that nothing is permanent. Nothing, in the sense of what I have been most familiar with for the better years of my life. It's my last summer, and all familiarity has been rubbed away with time and age. I will be a stranger in a new city in five days, if only for 48 hours. But 48 hours is enough. And I'm changing. Leadership, courage and...
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Lindsay Out Loud: July 2011
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Saturday, July 16, 2011. August. Sun blazing, a sweltering day. The. Walking up the stairs timidly, taking a seat at the front of the room. Some kid is trying to strike up awkward small talk, to my relief it fizzles. Sitting down, looking around, wringing hands, looking down, the rest of them filter in. And then came you. Aware of every atom of my being; every molecule is magnetized. And you were unaware. And then came the glimpses. Weeks, weeks, months - no words. You make me so nervous. The first half ...
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Lindsay Out Loud: September 2011
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Friday, September 23, 2011. The entire room is buzzing. The warm lights wax and wane,. Beats undulate and assist the heart in its nervous palpitations. She slurs her words and gives unwarranted confessions;. Emotional promiscuity at its best. The heart is out walking the streets tonight,. While the head resembles a steel trap. Full of grizzly bits of matter and scratches -. The telltale remnants of a ragged romance. Irrevocably salacious lust -. Fueled by words,. The same words she just retched,.
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Lindsay Out Loud: August 2012
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Saturday, August 18, 2012. Running with "The Scientist" in my ear,. And I can't help but wonder. Why it wasn't easy this time. And I marvel at the sky and at the. Hands that created it that you. Simply cannot believe in,. And I can't help but ponder. What His hand is in this abstract piece. And why it is more full of smudges. And erred brushstrokes for me than most folks. I contemplate mortality,. And why I feel so weak,. Yet I'm hanging on. While others are hanging by a thread. I feel spoiled and dirty,.
