where I'm coming from-
you cannot "see"-self-blinded-
and not listening.
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Reach for the clouds. . .
Tickle your toes. . .
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sex object. not afraid of the words. I've used many objects for the sake of sex. in fact my body has been pretty disposable- I don't...
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nipped at the ankles which is how I wander through life sometimes I must be pushed through a door finally opened after years of knock...
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secret fancies don't really bother me, alright? but know that once you tell me I become either like a turtle and snap my smile...
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driving home from the farmer's market- I can't see anything- through this storm- I come home to sleep- with you-rest in your arms fu...
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Reminder "You do not seem to understand," they'd say "That rivers are wide, and are not so easily crossed, we fear, they ...
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I was just awarded the Stylish Blogger Award! (awarded by John Evans ) I was asked to write 7 things about myself,and to award 10 ot...
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To my fellow poets, for William Shakespeare Discredit all that you will read about me. Treasonous hands have bestowed difficult words which ...
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Ah, 7. The number in question. During this process of developing my first full-length work of prose, and a memoir to boot, I have considered...
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lipstick on the teacup steaming bedroom eyes. glasses resting folded newspaper bookmarked novel. barefoot toenails pink lotion ringed finger...
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No one cares for me, because I once cared for you. futile attempts to invigorate the soil with hands un-gloved, dirty deeds to provide my li...
Sadly true...
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true words.
ReplyDeleteCheers.
If ever a truer word was spoken. Well done.
ReplyDeleteMelanie
There are things the blind can see better than the sighted, but those who've blind themselves see little, if anything.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written!
ReplyDeleteHaiku Poems
So true, beautiful. You are so good capturing emotion and depth into a few lines
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