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  • Light Bulbs or New Love. You decide.

    The old light is dark and heavy, breathing a foggy mist of disgust.Crackles of power weakly seep from its veins. Deep vibrations exalt its coming death. Fractures of cold splinter it's skin and sour its breath. The last vestiges of light flickers its final good byes.Springing forth from the darkness...
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  • A Winters Eve

    Hello my friends. Please do come in and sit with me a spell. Have a cup of hot cocoa while I tell you a story. Once upon a winters eve a man and woman looked to the heavens for guidance and hope. For you see, their child was missing. She had wondered off into the forest when playing with the family ...
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  • I Wait For You

    The rain pours down upon my uplifted face. I feel the trickling drops seep between the buttons of my blouse. The cool wetness of each drop relieves the heated weight of my breasts.Taking a heaving breath the fragrant air cleanses my lungs and lifts the fog of my mind. Your image impresses upon my mi...
  • Warmth of Despair

    Here I lay with my heart flayed open.The beating pulses of my soul withering away.Tears can no longer flow from my eyes. I am no longer viable. The cries of my pain are not heard.The covers of despair are warm upon me.Numb fingers reach for what is no longer there. Where has the sunlight gone?My sou...
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  • I scream

    I wrote this about a friend who is in a lot of pain. I saw these clouds today and thought of how the darker translucent clouds were like the pain being caused and the brighter pink clouds were those of the friends lifting away the pain. I scream. I scream. I scream. You do not hear me. I whisper. I ...
  • Fighting the Darkness

    I recently took a step back from FB in order to focus on my book. RL work reared its ugly and hungry head and I was buried for several weeks. Now that work has eased I am back to writing. Unfortunately, none of itis related to my book. I have learned to let the voices and the words have their way wi...
  • The Path That Speaks.

    It's not the best I've written. And it's posted just as I wrote it. So no edits have been done. There are mistakes. Still hope you enjoy. Oh where will you take my old friend?What secrets do you hide around each bend?What tales of the past would you share? And what adventures would I find there? He ...
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  • Harvest For the Soul

    Harvest For The SoulSpider webs rise and fall with the gentle breeze. Yellow dying leaves fight their swirling death to the moist ground. The hummingbirds no longer suckle from their nectar. The light of day slips under the horizon a little quicker. Morning is slower to find its warmth from the sun....
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  • Autumn

    Someone posted a picture of Autumn leaves falling on the ground.I had to write about it. This is first draft. No edits. Feel free tocomment. It needs a smoother transition at the end. And this was written on my iPhone so the breaks are not as originally written. Autumn. She lays upon the Autumn fore...
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