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19649, i think i'm gonna just chill here for a while Posted by the_best_part, Mon Dec-07-09 10:07 AM
mamma said she dont like the way i'm holding my head lately she say my gait is off she say my voice doesnt come out the same that it turns around and dives right back into me falling flat in my belly
i looked at me thru her unkind truth mirror watch dangled from my wrist antennas moved all over the place dark circles under my eyes where hope and future usta be cheek bones razor sharp and lips that wouldn't bend
i saw fragments
and i know i would've given even what was left had he simply held out his hand i know i will give what's left if he just held out his hand
i wanted to get to the root think it, say it out loud sans all the poetic bullshit fk the dick craving fantastic flying thru space fkn till the sun stop shining... shit
im convinced i dont wanna write love poems feel love be love anymore
thats the real fear
im afraid that if he comes he'll try to get me first before i get him tit for tat but i know his words will land on my chest and i'll be like cream trapped inside of lips trying hard to keep panties clean
(imma come back here)
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19650, RE: i think i'm gonna just chill here for a while Posted by HueyNewton, Tue Dec-08-09 03:54 PM
the wordplay plays wit' wordz on this like a chess game, NICE . .{}
they sell inspiration by the ounce -xxx
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19651, RE: i think i'm gonna just chill here for a while Posted by the_best_part, Tue Dec-08-09 07:56 PM
spectacular that's the word he used spectacular but now when i listen to him say that word it breaks up and comes apart and sounds like something else spectacle, you liar
and i get angry
who does that? what kind of person?
its like trying to figure out the mind of a serial killer cause yeah, im pretty sure he's a serial killer
he was so good at it all he had to have done it before repeatedly to many
he knew i had come from hell and was basking in my heaven he knew i was enjoying my post traumatic beauty
even tho he knew my feet were spread apart most of me was on the come up while one foot still tip toed in the darkness of my pain i was smiling but still clutching the autopsy report to my chest and watering graveyard grass with my tears
i saw him in a vision killing me after of course i had handed him the weapon
trying to figure out the mind of a serial killer is like trying to figure out my own it all comes around right back to me
to me with these fkn antennas i shoulda kept covered and this fkn heart i shoulda tucked in tight and this fkn poetic ass deep ass real ass soul i shoulda kept to myself .................................................
ralphie told me a long time ago that i.always.survive. and he was right khris tells me all the time that i gotta special kinda way and he was right my mamma wont let me forget that i am like the moon even when its dark, i am radiant she's right i am
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19652, RE: i think i'm gonna just chill here for a while Posted by ASIEM, Fri Dec-11-09 07:26 PM
i simply love your work...God speaks
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19653, RE: i think i'm gonna just chill here for a while Posted by the_best_part, Fri Dec-11-09 08:30 PM
the feeling is mutual. thanks
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19654, RE: i think i'm gonna just chill here for a while Posted by .sxkylin., Sat Mar-17-12 06:46 PM
knockout poetess for both poems loaded with gut & gut
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19655, RE: i think i'm gonna just chill here for a while Posted by Isabella Moon, Fri Dec-11-09 03:50 PM
Damn!...You've got some DEEEP stuff weaved through here and I feel you on ALL of it.
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19656, glad you could feel Posted by the_best_part, Fri Dec-11-09 08:31 PM
thanks
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19657, moments in love Posted by the_best_part, Fri Dec-11-09 08:32 PM
this sound always spreads me out like sand coy sensual silk gliding over rigid in repeat whisper vibrato sonic echo palpable r's rolling across wet grass orchid blooming opening to sun nectar raindrops landing softly falling boldly scolding inhibitions
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=knaGIOJNxTc
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19658, RE: i think i'm gonna just chill here for a while Posted by Decstar, Sat Dec-12-09 12:11 PM
you can flow for days.
you always come with something so real it's too beautiful to digest sometimes. great pieces
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19659, RE: i think i'm gonna just chill here for a while Posted by the_best_part, Tue Dec-22-09 06:48 AM
but this kind of empty is open and vast and runs amuck it takes a part of you that was alive and beating and flowing and shrivels it up mushes it into a fine powder and blows it away making you know there are tiny grains of you out there scattered in the wind
i was hoping each day would remove a question mark and bring something to fill the hollow
but its past 30 days 34 to be exact and i still feel less filled and i still want
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19660, trying hard to keep panties clean Posted by mindful, Tue Dec-22-09 10:15 PM
whoa!...
that line alone could kill a ton of lines I've read on here over the years...
and the following are what I felt was definitely the meat of this piece of work:
dark circles under my eyes where hope and future usta be cheek bones razor sharp and lips that wouldn't bend
i saw fragments
and i know i would've given even what was left had he simply held out his hand i know i will give what's left if he just held out his hand
i wanted to get to the root think it, say it out loud sans all the poetic bullshit fk the dick craving fantastic flying thru space fkn till the sun stop shining... shit
im convinced i dont wanna write love poems feel love be love anymore
thats the real fear
im afraid that if he comes he'll try to get me first before i get him
you just... continue to strike nerves and make me happy that I've clicked on your posts... Seriously. *nods*
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19661, Merry Christmas To ME ... Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Wed Dec-23-09 12:12 AM
Your poetic works are "gifts" ... and speaking for myself, I thank you for the gifts in this thread, the wrappings, and the bows! -- :9
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19662, RE: i think i'm gonna just chill here for a while Posted by the_best_part, Tue Jan-12-10 10:50 PM
it feels like a sort of family when love settles down around your ankles and moves like water when you wade through life instead of gushing all over your face blinding your eyes making you stumble and rush to try and catch it
it feels sort of like permanent the way love just sets in deep and rests there without stirring up all kinds of crazy shit
it feels sort of like stepping into myself seeing into myself feeling like myself for the first time
i'm okay with that
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19663, ^ keep going Posted by blaksilence, Fri Jan-15-10 01:12 PM
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19664, 5 Posted by the_best_part, Fri Jan-15-10 09:53 PM
i bought a shovel and left it at your door
now i'll wait until you dig up your dreams and start acting like a free man again
i would do the diggin for you but you wont tell me where you burried them and my back is tired from cultivating my own dream garden
you see my shit growing all tall and regal?
catch up nigga
dont make me wait a lifetime cause you know i will
if i die before you live i wont have no peace so live dammit so the world will become better
cause i remember those dreams back when you usta be free and you got what the world needs to keep spinnin keep me spinnin
so stop actin like your left sac aint got no nut and let them puppies swing low
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19665, 1 Posted by the_best_part, Sun Jan-17-10 01:06 AM
the black fedora
It sits on a bookshelf Propped between Elijah Muhammad and El hajj Malik el Shabazz It greets me with Salaam ah laikum Kaifa haloka? My answer is Ah laikum salaam Alhemed el allah
It has seen me crumble Break and shatter Gather and rise Renewed
It has felt the vibrations of my laughter Whip fiercely through the feather Threatening to fray the white ribbon That holds it in place
It has been in the hands of The little girl When she placed it on her head Left side sitting low Over her brow
It hears me cry my poetry My words sometimes reaching underneath Stretching to find a place to put to rest The blood soaked braid of loss Insha’ allah Someday the father Of the owner will come to claim it Bringing movement back into the hollow crown And dance to the rhythm of his memory A swift delightful jazz A deep southern moaning blues
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19666, Ahhhhhhhh ... Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Sun Jan-17-10 03:22 PM
I C U have finally cut open "the" poetic vein ... bleeding precious literary ink -- :D
*Bleed On*
So far you've created hella bloodshed in this thread ... and -- (as gross as it sounds) -- I love bathing my eyes in it! -- :P
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19667, RE: 1 Posted by ASIEM, Wed Feb-17-10 11:04 PM
the depth of your knowledge continues to unfold
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19668, 259 Posted by the_best_part, Wed Jan-20-10 09:50 PM
i once dreamed about having my own corner on this earth but then i realized i am the earth
and i can prove it
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19669, the in between Posted by the_best_part, Sat Jan-30-10 09:50 PM
sometimes i feel him lost like he doesnt know which way to go somewhere without warmth and comfort
that really fucks me up
but most times i just feel him bright, joyful and... sunny
that really keeps me going
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19670, was writing something based Posted by blaksilence, Wed Feb-03-10 08:15 PM
on baldwin earlier.
i'm going to continue in a ramble here
this is just an '^' tho
(if there is a thing such as color, strip it from me
take it by the finger, the pinkie
and pull at the corner
peel away time-
anger, weather beaten
my face is a shack
behind a plantation)
"mister, do you have a nickel?"
her skin is white satin. becky or molly or sue or beth ten or eleven or nine or twelve
"mister, do you have a nickel?"
the ice cream truck's siren plays bach against the ears of the children. they run and dance, laugh and tease, ice cream dripping across their hands like colored diamonds
"mister..."
he's sitting on a green bench in a park, Notes of a Native Son between his hands, his legs crossed at the ankle, tie loose
"mister, do you have a nickel?"
he looks up and finds a small girl tugging on one of her golden pigtails. her plaid skirt, green and girl scout looking, is being twiddled in her other hand.
"mister?"
"no, i'm sorry, little lady, i actually don't."
at this, her head cocks. she looks at his pocket. she doesn't believe him.
he waits a moment then smiles and lifts his shoulders in reassurance.
"i'm sorry. i really don't."
she frowns
and frowns,
frowns,
"Niggers never have nothing."
(my face
is a shack
behind a plantation
the people who want me to forget
are never the right color)
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19671, Would You? Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Wed Feb-03-10 10:58 PM
.... be so kind as to post ^this^ "ONE~DER~FULL" pCe on a thread by itself?
*Wonder~Full*
Quite appropriate considering this is "Black History Month", nahmean? -- :)
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19672, no problem Posted by blaksilence, Thu Feb-04-10 09:38 AM
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19673, RE: i think i'm gonna just chill here for a while Posted by Intrepid Vixen, Fri Feb-05-10 09:02 PM
Very visually felt and word kin. I've always admired and respected your wordplay. ~~~~~~~~ When One learns to live without fear, then One cannot be broken.
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19674, life is so good Posted by the_best_part, Wed Feb-17-10 05:52 PM
when i breathe it makes the entire universe expand the sun is shining and the hood is feeling like some sacred community behind pearled gates the clink from the chain link on the pit bull next door sounds like angels playing harps the baby is cooing secret language he only speaks to his daddy and i in my flip flops and sweats wife beater no bra hair shooting off in all directions am feeling like such a beautiful and joyful creature this world is just in need of my essence so i'll spread it around with my lips and my pen ......
i received a book in the mail today i wanted to rip it apart but then i saw my name in it and now i just wanna dance and put it's words into motion sing a song of depth, pain, sorrow joy, growth, and peace
i will be back
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19675, 2/18/10 blog Posted by the_best_part, Sun Feb-21-10 08:11 PM
my essence is shooting out good
i'm growing and shrinking.
i'm loving in the absence of something that tried to convince me it was love
almost...almost had me fooled
but i love cause love wins every time.
and i smile, cause... i cant be defeated, no
i cant be hardened
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19676, working on my book Posted by the_best_part, Tue Mar-02-10 10:41 AM
going through pages and pages of poetry picking and choosing.
i see that i cuss a lot in my poems and i wanna not cuss so much
but then i started playing with words and themes and what i came up with was...
all of the fuck you poems i wanna make them say really fuck you with a vengeance
and all of the fuck me poems i wanna make them say fuck me harder
all of the love poems i wanna make them go deeper and pull love from underneath the burying grounds
all of the society is full of shit poems i wanna make that shit stink in the noses of all the sleeping babies so that they awake with screams and frustration and an ambition to clean up the mess
all of the sorry cheatin ass women beatin ass no good nigga poems well, i wanna just be more specific cause i know that all of them aint like that
and to all of the miscellaneous poems that contain phrases with words like... fuck bitch pussy whore cunt dick shit nigga and bastard....
i think i can remove those words and substitute with something less harsh.
or maybe i'll just say fuck this shit and keep on doing what i do how i do it.
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19677, RE: working on my book Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Tue Mar-02-10 04:32 PM
I may have told you this before -- (I can't remember) -- *If it wasn't you, it was another talented female on OKP Freestyle* :P ... but in any case: I'm no "funny bunny" / I don't like women / But damn I love you for the flows you write. They're just raw, real, and impecably precise with a hint of funk~a~fied knowledge.
Working On Your Book?
Work It!
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19678, RE: working on my book Posted by the_best_part, Thu Mar-11-10 03:20 PM
ha. funny bunny made me chuckle. thanks.
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19679, RE: working on my book Posted by ASIEM, Sun Mar-14-10 07:34 PM
ok raw yes vivid very talented no doubt still the work expressed here no less than magic pure
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19680, RE: i think i'm gonna just chill here for a while Posted by Nowachaoticthing, Sun Mar-14-10 04:33 PM
You walk a fine balance between vulnerability and sensuality. Your writing is raw and beautiful all at once.
"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession." - Robert Frost
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19681, RE: i think i'm gonna just chill here for a while Posted by the_best_part, Mon Mar-15-10 03:53 PM
thanks. i like the words you used.
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19682, thanks/soldier of love Posted by the_best_part, Mon Mar-15-10 04:09 PM
first, thanks to all that read. thanks to those that read and reply.
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i'm listening to sade's soldier of love instrumental. it sounds so beautiful, i find myself with incomplete thoughts.
like...
cliff hangers
slicing through icey night alley ways desire cleaving to chest breast heaving to the slight touch of
snare drum caress membrane taught full gushing flowing roll across my
back arch low meadow dewy moist soft flower pedal feel me crumble to the
touch jewels perched shining gleaming invite melt to warmth of
skin to skin rough calloused friction ignites sparks see blue glow radiate cool heat tingle
crescendo slow violent climax death or pleasure same peace same universe born again
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19683, Now See .... Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Mon Mar-15-10 04:52 PM
You and Deepthought74 could prolly go a few rounds on a collabo, cuz your words in ^this^ piece wrap around his flowy sentiments -- (very sensually similar) -- *YeP*
I mean -- for a minute I forgot who I was reading -- (thought it was Deepthought) -- :P
*Very Nyce*
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19684, that big boy Posted by the_best_part, Thu Mar-18-10 04:10 PM
mexico and africa such a big boy i see him brown eyes dark hair all over the place skin the hue of tapioca pudding
this is my child's child
i ask him... 'what are you doing with that foot?' when i see him raise it high and fix his eyes on it
he looks at me as if to say
'you are grand, woman, grand mother'
it's hard for me to wrap my head around it at my age? him and the miracle girl?
someday he'll understand how he got his name
jayden Marcus D'shon
but not until he is older
for now i am just that woman that holds and sings and talks and nurtures and loves... and loves...
and loves
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19685, Not Right Now ... Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Sun Mar-21-10 01:18 PM
But eventually ....
I'd like to recommend ^this^ thread for ARCHIVE.
Can I get a "second that emotion"? -- :D
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19686, i realize that this thread is.... Posted by the_best_part, Wed Mar-31-10 10:17 AM
completely self indulgent. but... folk that know me, know that i am so not one of those 'it's all about me' kinda women. i'm not apologizing, i'm just saying.
now, i feel like writing about jon...
he got me and his daddy all rolled up and tangled inside of his head and heart
he got his brother anchored to his shoulders
he got his uncle peripheral vision constant light
i usta think he had nothing of mine like his daddy just pissed on the ground and said be something and jon was born from that
but jon aint a boy no more
he a man that has a little less slink in his walk and a little more love in his heart he moves as if to say i am my father's creation but i am my mother's son
he got plenty of me in him
the boy whose... brother's murder and uncle's death cuddle close together like lovers in autumn
the boy whose... abandonment from his father and smothering love from his mother are like hot and cold spinning together in spring
the boy whose... thoughts run deep to his center heating and thickening up his soul like rain in summer
that boy that man
somewhere along the line sometime right in front of my face stood up and reminded me that...
he was born in winter
i see him different now more of me in him than i knew the best part of his father but mostly i see him grown a man aside from circumstances an individual searching for a way to be free
how could i possibly deny him the journey?
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19687, This Is ... Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Wed Mar-31-10 11:42 PM
Journal material -- with a touch of light & love -- Wrapped in polar bear hugggs.
*Felt*
>...know that i am so not one of those 'it's all about me' kinda women.
Yes we *know* ... but, but, but ... This exceptionally raw, real, and heartfelt thread "is" ALL ABOUT YOU and your poetic gifts!!! -- *smiles*
*WORD*
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19688, thought i was lost Posted by the_best_part, Thu Apr-29-10 05:21 PM
but that was me there with the flower dying in my hair you got me wet splashing water sprinkling me woke me brought me jerked me shook me there i am here i am the one with the flower and right eye situated sideways in a kind face
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19689, Lost & Found .... Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Wed May-19-10 04:19 PM
*Discovery Is A Mutha, Ain't It?* -- :9
We should have a count of 40 in this thread, so ... maybe by "50" we can get this ARCHIVED! -- *YeP*
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19690, #135 things i will never do Posted by the_best_part, Wed May-12-10 09:26 AM
smoke crack kill a baby hit my mamma forget Sunny take pictures nude
fuck a white guy lick a clit kiss a snake eat pork chemically relax my hair
lose respect for my father spend more than 40 g's on a car swat a butterfly chop down a tree stop dreaming
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19691, catching up Posted by the_best_part, Sun May-20-12 01:20 PM
i found sixteen shades of black from his arm leg leg arm head
you see i did the math and the equation worked out perfectly
he had me spinning and looping and quaking axis tilted wobbling
getting swept up and covered in dust
for once i ignored my fear and just let go
i'm still hurtling waiting for the anchor to catch
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19692, RE: catching up Posted by ASIEM, Sun May-20-12 11:02 PM
i just want you to know i am going to come back to this and Write till the earth births it's rightful seed again and nurture it wit more ink
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19693, i hope you do Posted by the_best_part, Mon May-21-12 08:30 AM
it's what i need. peace
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19694, nice peice Posted by Ezzsential, Sun May-20-12 08:58 PM
I’d rather sojourn into self till I reached the epitome of spiritual splendor Haters fender bender beat down and ostracize the dreamer But its more than dreams when the inner light is revealed through the cracks of façade-strum the emotions on guitars~me
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19695, take me home Posted by the_best_part, Mon May-21-12 08:41 AM
im out of doors out of place out of time
take me home where words swirled swooped and gravitated towards my heart chose partners and lined up to dance in unison to the swell and shrink of the ocean
take me home where metaphors dangled like fruit from simile trees and the gush of rivers rushing run rampant removing rocks of alliteration causing eyes to open wide while closed seeing the universal tango of mind spirit heart
take me home where i can lay in the soft grass under the blue moon and absorb the energy from the babies the stars the...
i wanna go home.
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19696, You "ARE" Home!!! Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Mon May-21-12 04:15 PM
(((Welcome Back))) -- :P
*Lovely Flow ... Like Waterfalls*
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19697, demolition man Posted by the_best_part, Wed May-30-12 07:31 AM
i built my fortress with bricks of death stones of betrayal and tear moistened dirt packed tight with determination to protect
'your heart can't be blackened' 'you will always love' 'even if shattered, you still shine'
i built my fortress a memorial for the dead and a tribute for the devil who'd brought pain into my heart when my faith that God existed had waned
i marked myself to remind me of the love that somehow couldn't make me forget the betrayal
the demolition man came and ciphered my space blowing satans horn a sound my heart mistook for sweet and honest and good my walls tumbled as panties fell and spirit took flight only to be catapulted into a lost region of heartbreak
i built my fortress he knocked it down but i remember and believe that...
'my heart won't blacken' 'i will always love' 'even if shattered, i still shine'
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19698, RE: demolition man Posted by ASIEM, Thu May-31-12 07:06 PM
tethered pieces held the heart long enough for the mind to heal make laughter a friend in times of illness shattered dreams escaped through the window of yesterdays affection worn cold by loneliness under fire captured by passions plea to express itself , so move a little closer it will only burn for a moment the pain will stop then ask yourself was the building condemned after the flame? all that stood was remnants yet beneath the ground in the base meant everything was kept in tact all that was torn down so it could be found...
I love what you do in here you make my pen ride on it's own taking me places i sometimes hesitate being willing only to be pushed by wirdz found in this "home" we have here
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19699, and i breathe Posted by the_best_part, Sat Jun-02-12 05:55 PM
long exhale slow finally my thoughts can rest in the heart of understanding
thanks. this was very...hydrating.
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19700, *Windex (((SHINE)))* Posted by PhotoSynthesis, Thu May-31-12 09:53 PM
... and I think it's TIME for an ~ARCHIVE~
I'm sure ASIEM seconds that emotion -- :P
I know you're still "healing" ... and I respect the medicine that comes thru your words! --- *FELT*
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19701, RE: *Windex (((SHINE)))* Posted by ASIEM, Sat Jun-02-12 05:36 PM
archive yes keep this safe but then again keep it in rotation so keep postin
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19702, RE: *Windex (((SHINE)))* Posted by the_best_part, Sat Jun-02-12 05:56 PM
thank you photo. i always smile when reading your replies.
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19703, I am archiving this tomorrow Posted by ThaAnthology, Tue Jun-05-12 06:32 AM
So please get ya comments in!
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19704, everything in this thread was felt! Posted by KnowOne, Tue Jun-05-12 07:28 AM
*hugs*
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