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my head is swimming in a fog as thick as soup as caffeine and a million ideas rush through my brain
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After thoughts of the passing day, things going around me (us), this flowed out... maybe as a warning, maybe as a prophetic vision.
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I love this time of year when autumn slowly manifests itself through the passing of summer.
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Wrote this some 2 years ago after walking through a nearby park. It is stream-of-consciousness writing, random, and lacks plot.
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"I suppose you must be one of those sentimental people who give their cars pet names."
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Too many clouds to see the sky. Too few the drops of rain.
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I long to reach another soul not just to say a fleeting, "Hello."
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I haven't written anything for a month.
This is my attempt to get the creative juices a chance.
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Today I took a train ride tour.
This is how it went.
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May is one of my favorite months of the year.
Now that it is over, I reflect on the best parts of it.
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The bliss of spring is bittersweet
sixty-four degrees is lovely
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sitting quietly at my desk
the lifeless cell phone to the left of my laptop
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as I gaze outside the picture window the frosty wind tosses the last flakes of white
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rain on barren earth
won't remain barren for long
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short poem from the archives
composed 9 march, 2007
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originally composed
3 August, 2007
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short poem from the archives
composed 9 march, 2007
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originally composed
7 September, 2008
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originally composed
20 February, 2004
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short poem from the archives
composed 9 march, 2007
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short poem from the archives
composed 9 march, 2007
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heaven's gentle gems freshly fallen frozen jewel
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Currently (24 February 2009) the Moon is darkened to planet Earth.
I must rely on other sources of light to guide my nocturnal journey...
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A bit macabre is this tale of violent jealousy...
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Even as I dream The angels hover over me
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Ice Crystals Dancing Floating Slowly Toward Cold Earth
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Celestial Lights
Dazzling points of gemstone
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I recently took up the hobby of loom knitting.
I am making a shawl for my niece's birthday, this poem is about that.
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2 February marks the Celtic festival of Imbolc (im'olk)
the first of Spring
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another one while listening to space music
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