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just the way you are
Darling, do you know that if people are loved for who they are… The world around us would change for the better? Do you know that you can tell someone to do better without taking a hammer to their self-esteem? There are seasons for every occasion… This is the season for hibernating… Let them rest… […]
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If this isn’t Punishment
On my worst days… every movement hurts and the cribbling pain sneaks up on me, I am forced to lay still until the pain eases leaving me breathless. Restless Sleepless Fatigued Once again the mourning beings… Aware of the things I might never do again… Like dancing…oh how I miss dancing… Like running or walking […]
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Your gifts are for us
Share your knowledge with us why don’t you? Be the architect of someone’s uprising why won’t you? We need you more than you know…the gifts you have aren’t just for you… Your voice is for us to singalong to… Your poetry restores feelings to the stone-cold-hearted soul… Yes, make a living out of it dare […]
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The gut & the antennas
I have grown antennas on my temples, they ring and they buzz… The times I just go towards the echoing to prove my antennas wrong. And once curiosity is satisfied I come back proving them right instead. The gut in collaboration with the antennas on my temples. Listen to your gut…
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Shukansi and talks
Shukansi and talks… – What are you looking for? he asked. – someone to remove spiders and insects out of the house without killing them. I replied. Haha, he laughed.
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Live under…
No spotlight on the past… Live under the radar… Inhale to exhale… Walked a lonesome path, yes you did, received seldom a helping hand yet you give… Orphan, fostering orphans pretty wishing to be ugly widowed in war, A refugee with a voice, A woman in a man’s world A mother to many She is […]
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You deserve good things
Be soft be delicate be loved, beloved. Don’t be afraid of kindness, embrace the tenderheartedness… It’s all right. You deserve good things, believe it.
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Restrained
can I come with you? Will you make room for me? Like a spirit unseen, my eyes locked on the empty seats. Can you see me stare? No need to glare at me…I’m a stranger, not a beast… I am not an assassin the only thing I eliminate might be my will to hate… I […]
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Mess out
The mess had to be displayed first… Messy hair, messy blog, and messy wording… With all the mess out of our system… Now, look at us color coordinating and sh!t. We plucked the thorns out… Now we have soft and delicate blossoms to bask in.
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