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You | A Million Different Words
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A Million Different Words. And a Little Bit More). May 4, 2015. May 24, 2015. I’ll remember you. And your awkward little grin. But now my memories. Are being stored in the bin. With your words I was enticed. And we’re both awfully nice. But the thing you’re forgetting is. I’m made of sugar and spice. And though we know each other. It’s another girl you like. So a sword went through my heart. And-oh- did it strike. But I won’t hit back. 8216;Cause she’s unfortunately kind. So you’re full of laughter.
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Vicariously Poetic « Original Poetry by Vincent Vicari « Page 2
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Original Poetry by Vincent Vicari. Newer posts →. You are a book,. I can’t put down. Each moment together,. A thousand pages,. To say how I feel. Three words all that. Can you say goodbye? Can you walk away? I need what you are. I love what you are. I can’t walk away. I don’t want to walk away. Please don’t leave. What seemed destined for eternity,. One moment of time,. I seek not to fail,. But to adore again. We said I do,. I will but forever wonder,. Is eternity our destiny? You came to me. Not for you,.
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Sparks Of Light at Night | A Million Different Words
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A Million Different Words. And a Little Bit More). Sparks Of Light at Night. April 7, 2015. April 7, 2015. The warm breeze fluttered through, running through my hair before floating away, taking speckled leaves with it. The lamps before me watched over the crowd, guarding the peace within. The gentle pace let me relax, settling down to see the moon, hidden behind the grey clouds. The World Around Me. 3 thoughts on “ Sparks Of Light at Night. April 7, 2015 at 8:24 pm. Can you see the difference? April 8, ...
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You don’t Need Anybody to Validate your Existence! | chetnaspeaks
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She feels in Italics and thinks in Capitals. You don’t Need Anybody to Validate your Existence! April 18, 2015. Consider Yourself As an Individual -a work Of God’s Divine Art. Your Contours may not exactly define – Greek Gods and Godesses .Insecurity Might want to Be your constant companion.No matter what your looks are like ,irrespective of What you wear ,what car you own ,how many bundles of cash you spend ,Do you have admirers? And the Endless List of your Dos-&-Don’ts. Does this really define you?
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Laptop! | A Million Different Words
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A Million Different Words. And a Little Bit More). May 1, 2015. You might be wondering why I haven’t uploaded in while, and that’s. I know, horrid news. It was terrible. Well, it’s still kind of broken. (“Kind of” is an understatement). I am currently using my brother’s iPad to be able to write it and I’ll post more stuff here. Hope I haven’t been forgotten after all this time as well! That’s why content will be slow, well slower than usual. Hope to write soon and remember to keep smiling!
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April | 2013 | Songs from Neverwhere
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Poetry and Art, Rhyme and Unreason. Monthly Archives: April 2013. NaPoWriMo 2013 – No 30 – The Sparrow. April 30, 2013. She loosely grips the land with feet;. Far from the moon – a busy street,. Squar’d with the reddened earth – her seat. The smooth, clear sky above her sighs,. She disregards through half closed eyes,. Then like a lightning flash she flies. He clasps the crag with crooked hands;. Close to the sun in lonely lands,. Ring’d with the azure world, he stands. He watches from his mountain walls,.
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January | 2014 | Songs from Neverwhere
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Poetry and Art, Rhyme and Unreason. Monthly Archives: January 2014. When I was a Bear. January 15, 2014. Wove a human skin. The cover they chose was fur. Claws, not fingers,. Were appendages of choice. Could rend and savage,. And rip – no niceties or napkins. Pure clear air…snout to the wind. And raging, roaring freedom. Artwork – Susan Seddon Boulet. NaPoWriMo 2016 – No 30 – Lost in translation. NaPoWriMo 2016 – No 29 – Once Upon a Time. NaPoWriMo 2016 – No 28 – Oh gosh darn it! 50 Shades of me. Set you...
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The World Around Me | A Million Different Words
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A Million Different Words. And a Little Bit More). The World Around Me. April 6, 2015. April 6, 2015. This is my first post for Writing 101. Sorry it’s a little bit late! It’s not quite finished but I timed myself and here it is. Hope you enjoy and remember to keep smiling. Sparks Of Light at 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.
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Escaping Eddies
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All my passions in words and photos. A Soccer Life in Shorts. The Gift of Stoppage Time. September 5, 2012. October 25, 2012. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window). 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). Follow me on Facebook.
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The Art of Flight | O at the Edges
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O at the Edges. Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks. Skip to primary content. Tupelo Press 30/30 Project Donor Incentives. The Art of Flight. April 6, 2015. The Art of Flight. What wings accumulate is not air. But space, an exemplar. Of restraint defied. I listen. Ruffling in the shadows,. A vibration that swells. Until it becomes flight or. Regret, the retrieval of our. Bodies from this dream of ascent. The art of flight is one of.