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likitall
Sometimes there are magic moments when fighting a wild land fire out in the dark hills and mountains. You can be standing on top of a ridge by your brush engine with no illumination but the moon, the stars and maybe the headlights on...
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Written on May 20th, 2013
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Mrperfectstranger
Walk through your jungle, carry your disgust and anger, enter my paradise, a waterfall smacks up against the rocks, creeks cascade around my island your welcomed in, cross the shallow water, lilies bloom in all colors on your arrival...
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Written on May 20th, 2013
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Freespiritedme
The truth is that I miss you…Like Jordin Sparks sang…there really was no parade. On that day when you left…when everything crumbled into pieces and the little dream of us I had crashed and burned. I envy you having all that...
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Written on May 20th, 2013
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MadamElle
The window exhibits an access point.
Though the rain is coming,
The poinsettias thimble
Against the malt backdrop and stand firm.
Nighttime is my cherished gift, it's meter long presence;
An oak mask for the weary.
I lie...
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Written on May 19th, 2013
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Modiwolfshit
Why is it that some people have to be confronted with death before they enjoy life? It's like a circus performer who has to get hit in the face with a pie before they enjoy being a clown. I've recently moved in with my brother in a nice...
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Written on May 19th, 2013
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katha96
Strange creatures were crawling on the frescoed walls. Silhouettes of lady lovers were swaying as if to grab the world they all knew and men, well-known, charming and gallant had come in through that open window without a word. This was...
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Written on May 19th, 2013
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katha96
The rain lashed the windows, and the sound of their striking on the pebbles was very frightening. Mrs. Chatterley thrust a mug of beer before her husband. She put it down so harshly that a few bubbles fell down on the cold, wooden table...
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Written on May 19th, 2013
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hischelsea
God/universe/mother earth: I ask one thing of you. Can you let him be ok and this be nothing serious? See here's the deal....we have a future planned. We both made rudimentary drawings of our future house. We have talked about the place...
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Written on May 18th, 2013
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YamiMarikLover
The more I think about the quote, the more I identify with it. Although I have never even finished any of my stories because perfectionism leads to prognastination and eventually I give up on it and drop the whole idea and then it...
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Written on May 18th, 2013
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superficialife
Our behavior is not only influenced by how we grew up but by wherever we set foot outside our homes.When we are born the only thing we come with is our instinct of self-preservation and basic wants/needs (food, water, clothes, shelter...
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Written on May 18th, 2013
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hischelsea
I didn't think I could do it...come back to "our" place. But I had to today. It's not the same without you. If I had known Tuesday would be our last lunch I would have savored it more....made it last longer held on harder. There are 3...
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Written on May 17th, 2013
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Boshie
The ocean, fills me with awe and devotion.
Something tugged me to midnight blue spangle,
shattering me like crashing waves.
A light, dimly glowing, drew me in.
Never more will I see it again,
a time when I was so blue.
R.E.M...
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Written on May 17th, 2013
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TinkerBelle97
I express myself through writing but i'm not very good at stories or poems. but that's ok because I don't really do it for others to read. I have TONS of journals that I've been keeping since I was a little kid. they're full of short...
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Written on May 16th, 2013
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Mrperfectstranger
I sat in my man cave in the corner of my basement, the door was locked and I discussed my plan with my cat. I drank cheap tawny port and went over the details like two partners working a case.
I should be ashamed of myself, for not...
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Written on May 16th, 2013
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Sanika101
my body swings
fly my wings
my feet now sore
by running ashore
a spark lightens
my eyes brighten
to make it real, though mean
than a mere shattering dream
like hanging in twilight
waiting for thee
unsure wt to demand
dark...
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Written on May 16th, 2013
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Sanika101
get the grease off my soul
not intend to become something foul
ought to, a bit more wait
or has it a become a forever waste
cut it out to break
chew it out to erase the mistake
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Written on May 16th, 2013
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Sanika101
same things pulling me back over nd over again!!...
is that wt u call failure?
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Written on May 16th, 2013
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Sanika101
i choke on my breaths
should i cut them apart to smoothen up?
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Written on May 16th, 2013
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Sanika101
whenever u encounter faults,....u erase them
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i m a fault myself
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will u erase me as well??....
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Written on May 16th, 2013
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superficialife
objects are lucky.They can be used and never get tired.They can stop working and never feel pain.They have no desires that could clash with others'.They have no mind to think.I don't want my desires to stand in the way of others'.I want...
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Written on May 16th, 2013
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