July 2011
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A New Day
She likes to keep memories, written on paper, or objects that remind her sentimentally of times. She likes to run her fingers over them and through them, rearranging them, counting them, and using them as decorations for her room. To create peace in her mind, like a meditation, she tends to like to organize, notebooks, journals, books upon books, in rows, by category or size. Magazines kept from...
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Gossip
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She’s stubborn. She’s hot hotted. But do you think she’d let almost anyone see that side of her? No way. She is controlled, under most circumstances. Not only that, but as a matter of fact, in times of most durress, it is common for her to be the one who replies calmly while the other person yells,...
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The Bird Sings
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My heart neatly folded up in my pocket… I see through my eyes and feel through my heart, but do not allow myself to touch. I reach out expectedly through my spirit. For my longing rings in my ears alone. I yearn for something of which I do not name. I hope for desire which comes to me in the dark. I hide my feelings for it is...
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Complexities
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When the music finds her, she dreams, let’s her heart sing. Each little step, is encouragement that she can do better. So many traits that are hard to describe, leave her experiencing common every day things in a vastly different way then the rest of society. Little triumphs, she can not share. For it would be...
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Whittling The Music
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You are long gone, but I find my songs in you. I no longer want you, no longer relish you or call out your name. I don’t wish to speak with you. I know better, better still. The way you used to find my weak spot and mesh it between your invisible fingers. You knew just how to weaken me for you had no better thing to...
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Snippets
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Looking out the sliding glass door of the trailor as he walked away, thinking he had finally gotten a good job, for he was carrying a briefcase, the four year old little girl didn’t know yet that Daddy wasn’t coming back, ever.
The day that she had been to the dentist because she’d been playing chase...
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Creating A Life
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She can choose to do, she can choose to be, her choices are few, but they are yet many. She imagines in her mind, down the street and around the corner up a block or two, a house waiting, for her to move in. She imagined a house across town, a house in another town, a house up the hill and turning left, then another one straight down and across the main roadway....
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It's Not Complicated
I want to live. I want to spread my arms out and fly. I want to touch the sky. I want to be understood most of all, personally. But foremost is following my destiny. I wish to love my friends for an eternity, and be loved back in return. I want to shed the callouses that found their way to my naked heart. I want to give, give that which I wish for those with whom I love, if I can, if I could,...
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Pinch Me
The world has just turned upside down. The train is coming down the track. Clickety clack, clickity clack, hoo hoo! The train is com’n down the track. She’s grown old and grey, waiting for this train. Sitting there in the dirt, by the tracks, in rain, sleet, and snow. People came by every once in a while, to try to get her to move, just to leave that spot. But she kept believing,...
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Smell The Roses
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She’s seen days, years before, filled with anguish and pain, to a level quite unheard of. She’s been on hold for the last chapter, slowly growing, putting down roots deep into the ground, waiting for the blossom not expected to rear it’s head for many years more. But now, something even more unheard of has happened. Glorious, wonderful,...
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He Said
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“You cry out for me but I can’t hear you. You speak to me and my answer is but an echo. Dreams follow you where you sleep. When you go there they carry you away and whisper in your ear. Try and try as you might, you are not yet free. But the horizon is right over there. Don’t cry for me for I am already gone to you. Don’t weep for I am asleep....
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Reservation For You
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Girls lined up in a locker room all sitting at a long skinny table against the mirror, doing their make up… There is another row directly behind them. Models, each looking at another, wishing, dreaming, that she could have what the other has, freckles, tanned legs, or long wavy hair. Each wishing for a different reason. Envy, it breeds. It lives, it thrives in...
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Perspective
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One aspect of life is so obvious, and yet there is so much controversy in the different points of view, which stem from misunderstanding each other in society. Class status, how much income one has, has a proportionate degree of how much success one is going to have in life. Yet it is very possible to succeed when one is not rich. But it is so much harder,...
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Chasing Time
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Sleeping during the day and being awake at night, year after year, has grown thin from disrepair. Never did she want this to go on so very long. But her body has it’s own way of doing things. Her internal clock is nocturnal. It does not change easily like so many others apparently do. She can not simply go to sleep an hour earlier, regularly, until it...
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Symbols Tell The Story
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She’s seen more then she wished to. She used to think she had a handle on things. She came up with her own beliefs, only to prove herself wrong half of the time. She went into pandora’s box, looking around, curious, and needing to solve something. She thought that it wasn’t as bad as all that, that other people’s views were their own...
