I am a woman who has had many battles in her life, but keeps picking herself up and brushing off the dirt. Sometimes there are stains left. They remind me of where I have been and the road I need to follow. The one's who look past the stains will see the true heart and there lies a friend. 
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- Last seen 1 day ago. Member since February 25.
- I'm a opaline dream poet for 871 comments.
- I am a 45 year old woman from Virginia (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Only living in my thoughts...nothing is real..
- I am in the groups Barry Hodges Travellers Tales, Classic Rock Poetry, Comments for All, Contests for POD POW POM POY, Critical Reviewers Two, Lovin The Blues, Snag A Tag, TFTD and WFTD, The Prompt Coffee House, Vocabulary Word of the Day, Winklers Poetry and Grammar Discussion
- I have 871 comments, 5 contests, 2 columns, 92 poems, 2 journals
Poems I'm focused on
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Quilts thrown haphazardly beneath the Sycamore
books with plastic markers holding the last pages30 lines, 20 comments, June 9. In Contest -
The stench of the loneliness placed within my heart rots
The torture day after day I can bare no longer -
It is so often that I speak your name.
I say I do not love you. -
My Brother
There is pain that lies beneath those dark eyes.
I can see from whence you came, for I have walked the paths that lead you to
My Poetry
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Ever had a broken nose:53 lines, 7 comments, August 14. In Contest
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Looking back, now I find my lifetime was worthless,
seeing all my old friends, make money and love59 lines, 9 comments, July 24. In Lyrics -
She cries for the children she can not remember,
thinking they soon will return to their home
My other items
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- Column: Insanity at allpoetry
- Column: Self Portrait Painted With Words at allpoetry
I can't draw as my brothers do, but I can write, so I thought I would do a self portrait of myself using words instead of oil.
My journal entries
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I used to sit for hours and write. I didn't call it poetry at the time. To me it was just a bunch of words I used to describe the place or the feeling I had at the moment. Most of my words ended up being letters to this one or that. I can look back on them now and think to myself, I was really confused at the time. H
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I wanted to start a journal for my daughters so they might see the thoughts and words that came from me. They really don't know that I write with passion. They only see me fluffing pillows and straightening sheets. I wash the dishes and sweep the floors, but only so they have no chores. One day maybe some will see thMarch 25, In Thoughts. 100 words. → 5 comments, Add one?
Guest Book
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GoldWastedOnRainbow on October 1Hi,
I've read a couple of you poems and I think you're an amazing writer, with real experience and wisdom to power your words. They're beautiful. I really hope that through your bravery, you'll see the sun again. Think I'll add you as favourite
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Bpathos on August 11Takes a buss load of faith just to get by...
just sad little ants
on a stick
in the river...
Yelling...
"I WANT TO DRIVE"
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Vintage Chiffon on August 1Hahahah
Thanks for much for the post back
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I thought it would be great to add it to my page for a little spice aha.
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redbarchettadrive on June 30Hello neighbor!
Tennessee here!
