"In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness. And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day."
(Genesis 1:1-5)
It all begins here.
With a simple four word sentence and a wistful sentiment that this should all be about beginnings and never endings. Note the word ‘wistful’ chosen to demonstrate a desire which will most probably fail to materialise.
This brief dabble into living shall be about endings just as any other. And the middle stuff. The thick gooey middle stuff which separates the beginning from the end and stretches out for a seeming eternity when you’re trying to wade through it. Welcome to my middle. Welcome to the small concave dimple of my navel where beautiful words can drill themselves deep into my furious stomach.
I sit in the time that existed before God created his world, waiting for a blinding light or a blanket of dark so that I can breathe and move and come to life. Until I do, until creation falls at my feet, there’s always poetry: A small part of me to keep on living when I finally cease to feel like I exist.
(Genesis 1:1-5)
It all begins here.
With a simple four word sentence and a wistful sentiment that this should all be about beginnings and never endings. Note the word ‘wistful’ chosen to demonstrate a desire which will most probably fail to materialise.
This brief dabble into living shall be about endings just as any other. And the middle stuff. The thick gooey middle stuff which separates the beginning from the end and stretches out for a seeming eternity when you’re trying to wade through it. Welcome to my middle. Welcome to the small concave dimple of my navel where beautiful words can drill themselves deep into my furious stomach.
I sit in the time that existed before God created his world, waiting for a blinding light or a blanket of dark so that I can breathe and move and come to life. Until I do, until creation falls at my feet, there’s always poetry: A small part of me to keep on living when I finally cease to feel like I exist.
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- I'm a gasoline dream poet for 1,550 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Breathe me".
- I am a girl (England)
- When I'm not writing, I'm A Legal Eagle.
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Poems I'm focused on
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The sky tonight is drowned in treacle-
Star-mottled and -
Breath of space licks her clean,
runs empty tongue
My Poetry
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They whisper:
The Shadows. -
I could crawl into your mouth-
leave the honey tip of my tongue15 lines, 1 comment, August 20, 2008. In Other -
20 lines, 1 comment, July 27, 2008
My Stories
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“I don’t care where my prostate is, you bloody pervert. If you think you’re fiddling around up there, you can go to hell. You can take yo
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Andrew Siddle : Busy in July on August 21Yes you are right I was busy writing in July 2008.......I'm going to write an equal amount to add to my poems again next leap year as well!
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Andrew Siddle on June 3What are you up to baby pie dragon?
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Ted E Bare on May 22
Happy Memorial Day weekend and please be safe out there (I'm driving to my brothers and I don't want you to hit me...seriously, please be careful so I can see you here at a later time)
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Ted E Bare on February 2Dropping by to leave a
on your face
Since it's been a long time I've been to this place
Take care as I hope to see you soon again
Hope you will find some rain my friend
