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Wednesday, July 13, 2011. Pushing it all away. One swift morning plagued with regret and finality. Wiping off the counters and cutting up the chicken. Cracking the bones from the joints. Swiftly as easily as. The people in my life again. Pedalling bike hard in the 100 degree morning. Spokes in motion spreading out the water waves of heat. Sweat trickles down my legs. There is no poetry to the list that grows. I won’t talk to again. 2 weeks in complete surrealist structure. Sleeping in soaking wet hair.
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girl times x+: July 2011
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Friday, July 15, 2011. Liar liar pants on fire, wrap me in white and call the warden. A whole bunch of lies i keep telling myself. that its all going to be ok. Wednesday, July 13, 2011. Pushing it all away. One swift morning plagued with regret and finality. Wiping off the counters and cutting up the chicken. Cracking the bones from the joints. Swiftly as easily as. The people in my life again. Pedalling bike hard in the 100 degree morning. Spokes in motion spreading out the water waves of heat. Making l...
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girl times x+: that was nice, now tell me how this makes any kind of difference.
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Thursday, January 19, 2012. That was nice, now tell me how this makes any kind of difference. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Poet, mom of teenage dynamo, wife to bodhisattva dear heart, owner of indie bookstore on the brink of brilliance/disaster, master chef of leftovers, fashion madness thrift store lover, holding on like crazy to this life and maybe to the next. View my complete profile. Check these mo fos. The Art of Poverty. Ruby Jane, an amazing soul of a musician. Cliff Notes (the bookstore).
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doggerel deluge: 09/01/2004 - 10/01/2004
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My daily battles with an insubordinate muse. Friday, September 17, 2004. Heart shaped pillows sit on the bed unused. I found the darkest corner of your footlocker to sleep in. Next to your diary and worn out black chucks. To keep the rain out. I wanted to tell you i wanted to be in your room with the lights off. I wanted to hear to sound of your room asleep. I wanted to know that the blankets really felt like heaven. I wanted to know you. Past your blouse and. To the tomb of the secrets you held from me.
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doggerel deluge: 11/01/2004 - 12/01/2004
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My daily battles with an insubordinate muse. Saturday, November 06, 2004. I scratch the back of my hand. Its an older hand. Lost its plumpness to new wrinkles. These hands belong to someone elese. I turn my head away from my own skin in disbelief. I am sitting in a coffee bar,. Warmed by the pressence of old friends. More than with coffee i sip. A red ribbon pulls my hair away from my face. A gesture i carry with a memory of a girl. I once knew in polka dots. I feel age creeping into me. As i sip and sip.
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doggerel deluge: 12/01/2004 - 01/01/2005
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My daily battles with an insubordinate muse. Tuesday, December 28, 2004. We are twist in sheets. And curves of warm folded legs. When we are in love. Posted by opalina at 7:55 PM. Sunday, December 12, 2004. Tired of blinding twisting lights. And hearing about you again. Somewhere in the aqua blue. Where you wearing red. Posted by opalina at 9:01 AM. OakCiff, usa, United States. View my complete profile. Lovelust i know no one ever knows and so i go f. Burial rights dont make a noise dont make a br.
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doggerel deluge: 10/01/2004 - 11/01/2004
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My daily battles with an insubordinate muse. Tuesday, October 05, 2004. A case of the mean reds. Is what we have today. The weather no doubt. Fall into your diamond dreams and. Into lonely small bungalows. Meet my other names. We'll have a coctail or two. And arms around shoulders. That i 'love you. I love you.'. I want to crawl into your. Its the only way. To love a pretty girl. Posted by opalina at 10:29 AM. OakCiff, usa, United States. View my complete profile. 100 things about me*.
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doggerel deluge: 05/01/2004 - 06/01/2004
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My daily battles with an insubordinate muse. Tuesday, May 25, 2004. Red and blue holy. Stars hid their eyes. And music stikes one lonely beat. And that was all. Until the final chord. Posted by opalina at 7:27 PM. Ohoh she sounds like the sidewalks are empty. The swing of her steps and. The ice of the fingers of trees. As she sweeps off the moondust of all of my faces,. Her tears leave the traces. With a promise of a morning. That will never come to pass. I would kiss you. To stop dancing oh so fast.
