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July 10, 2008 - Thursday
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7:03 AM - Another For Peter.
Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry
Life is a gaunt, colourless woman of exposed ribs-
Body mangled, hair askance, stringy, and unruly-
Pushing a crowd of encroaching enemies away
Into a rainbow.
-7.9.08
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Currently
listening
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Carry On
By
Patti Austin
Release date: 1991-10-29
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July 1, 2008 - Tuesday
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2:24 PM - Childhood Dreams
Current mood:  enthralled
Category: Writing and Poetry
As a child I sung
Thum de dum thum
As I walked by rivers
With my hair round my thumb
I dreamed of names
Such as cleo and james
To name my dollies
When I'd play my games
And I'd walk right along
(The rain'd sing my song)
And I'd see sun paint
Smiles on the sad throngs
Who can be a poet?
Can anyone know it?
For those who are great
Harvest what sowed it.
Do dreams grow on trees?
Can they be more than they seem?
Wishes feed on to realness
Just as diamonds when they gleam
You and I are pronouns
In the future that is unfound
And for ourselves we wrote that paragraph
That is yet to be unbound
I'd go along with thinking
Will my ships go without sinking?
And I'd then awake
With still not an inkling.
*just something i threw together...
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Currently
reading
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Beauty: A Retelling of the Story of Beauty and the Beast
By
Robin Mckinley
Release date: 2005-07-26
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June 29, 2008 - Sunday
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10:10 PM - Here’s Another one For You, Peter...
Current mood:  enlightened
I closed the door between the storm and I
And left it pouring, thrashing outside.
And, indoors, I still had nowhere to hide.
-6/29/08
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Currently
listening
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Rockferry
By
Duffy
Release date: 2008-05-13
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June 27, 2008 - Friday
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2:53 PM - To the Fiancé of the Free-Spirited Bride
Current mood:  blessed
Category: Writing and Poetry
To the Fiancé of the Free-Spirited Bride
If you could love me upside down
I'd let you take me then.
Because you wouldn't have to work so hard
To please me.
But since you love me right side up
I'll accept you with condition
Hoping you'll not misunderstand my nature
And let me be free.
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Currently
reading
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Godless: The Church of Liberalism
By
Ann Coulter
Release date: 2007-06-26
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June 18, 2008 - Wednesday
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5:25 PM - have i disappeared? no.
Current mood:  blank
Category: Life
I usually go through these periodical, random spurts of amazing inspiration in which some great pieces can be written, but when those spurts are over, I stop writing. I NEVER force my poetry. Poetry should be smooth, like jazz, so I never write uninspired; hence, why I seem to disappear from MySpace every now and then. I must photosynthesize under the light of inspiration…
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Currently
listening
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Black Diamond
By
The Rippingtons
Release date: 1997-09-16
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May 13, 2008 - Tuesday
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7:02 AM - Flexwriter’s Challenge: I Just Walk
Current mood:  breezy
Category: Writing and Poetry
***funny, i actually wrote this poem last week when i went on a walk through my neighborhood. what timing, flexwriter's!***
I Just Walk
I walk sometimes, and so many things come to me.
It's interesting how a simple walk can change an outlook, a mood, an emotion.
When I walk I fondly remember the simple things that I have forgotten.
Time. Time can be taken too seriously by us too often.
As I walk, I can savor candy and taste the acidic flavors drool down my throat.
The sky dangles the sun over my back, and the rays pierce through my shirt.
I just walk. And as I walk music fills my ears.
It's the kind of smooth jazz that a young girl closes her eyes and allows
To massage her throbbing head. Tell me, why really is the sky blue?
I just walk, and allow myself to go places I couldn't go if carpet was under my feet.
And suddenly impulses take over me to be free.
I want to walk the path barefoot.
I want to poke at the caterpillar nest.
I want to skip pebbles along the road.
I want to sunbathe and let the breeze tell me her secrets.
I want to walk and never go back.
I just walk, and imagine sunsets in distant lands,
Where oceans are boundaries and sands are beaches.
I just walk, and listen to the cicada orchestra coming from the noble green woods.
I pass grass and think of it greener. I allow myself to forget…what need be forgotten.
I just walk. And solemnly return home…
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