Tag Archives: writing

ideas.

I’ve been tossing a few ideas around in my head. It’s fucking crowded in there, so these may be terrible ideas. It’s hard to tell. I don’t know that any of said ideas will amount to anything. But… since I … Continue reading

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invention. #poetry

I wonder sometimes if you’re out there if you’re real or if I invented you to convince myself that I’m not alone   ©2017 what sandra thinks

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gone. #poetry

I thought I lost you because when I woke you were gone. But… I could never lose you because you were never there.   ©2017 what sandra thinks

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no more mondays.

No… I haven’t found the antidote to the dreaded day of the week we call Monday. Sorry if I got your hopes up. This is about Moody Monday. (And yes, I do realize I’m posting this on a Thursday…) I’ve … Continue reading

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unreal. #poetry #haiku

I want to touch you… kiss you, love you, make you mine. Too bad you’re not real.   ©2017 what sandra thinks

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september by the ocean. #poetry

some days I quietly remember that warm night in September when I found you by the ocean both overcome with emotion I knew I’d found the reason I had to keep believing because you smiled and words were spoken and … Continue reading

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moody monday. #15

First… to follow up from last week… Thanksgiving wasn’t as horrible as I feared it would be. It actually went pretty well. No one upset me, intentionally or otherwise. Nothing came up that made me feel like a loser. The … Continue reading

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ink. #socs

Stream of Consciousness Saturday. No editing is allowed… (painful for me… I usually proofread a post 20 times…) This week, the prompt is ‘ink‘… I could go in a couple of directions with this one. Maybe I won’t limit it … Continue reading

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