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single white paranoid nutball.

Have you ever happened across a blog and started reading and suddenly realize that everything you were reading sounded like you wrote the words yourself? Some of the posts even have titles close – nearly identical – to your own? This … Continue reading

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moment.

The moment you go you return I need a break complete separation You can have some of my time but you cannot take it all from me You are hell and nightmares You should stay away from me when it … Continue reading

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fiction friday 39: secret admirer. part 17.

(I know, it’s not Friday anymore… my apologies…) This is part 17 of secret admirer. ♥  [Previously posted: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part … Continue reading

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school and the end.

Today is August 31st. (I’m sure by the time I hit publish, it will be September 1st…) And as much as August is my enemy, it sucks that it’s ending. Warning/Disclaimer/Apology: Sorry for the less-than-joyful nature of this post. I … Continue reading

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faith | despair.

Back in June, I experimented with a ‘diamante’ poem — hate-love. Since then, I’ve made a few attempts at writing another, but I haven’t been able to do it. At least not to my liking. Hell, I think this may … Continue reading

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trust: a limerick.

I could recount for you my many wishes Like making my enemies swim with the fishes But I know I ask a lot, therefore Even if you do nothing more Please say I can trust that you’ll do the dishes … Continue reading

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random five.

Five random haiku… for no particular reason. sunrise. Sunrise came too soon I don’t want to leave your arms Let’s go back to bed wonder. Sometimes I wonder How flowers most beautiful Grow from darkest earth stay. I wish I … Continue reading

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almost brave.

When you run your hands through my hair and drag your touch across my lips I am almost brave enough to slip out of hiding and give you all of me [If you’re wondering, the answer is yes.] © what … Continue reading

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