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its just that |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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opening remarks turned into impression catalogued in some vast memory like a standard invitation with diamond earrings even teeth grew into a boyish grin which now, i’m better for and you should be to... bare shoulders of my conscious murmured in your shining eyes which gave to me, like a present of birthdays normal attire, were my now flushed cheeks inwardly prosperous like a suburban highland spring, a golden city baroque then…. a wave in my mind became a ballerina’s portal lush, big and beautiful you asked if i was a melodic girl, living with humorous takes on the word i smiled bright red, pretending not to notice your flirtatious interviews, you trying your hardest to climb into my mind~ watching for diction and voice you told me, people talk, remember? i pondered those words, wondering if you considered how whispers down the alley became grand switches between novels my best hope was observing your imperfections still you held presence in my mind and I was terrified something would happen to you to us, to our well rounded world that had become my necessary megafeast you were no surprise, yet, i became caught up in ornate affection it was the laughing the crying which moved me so you were… variety, an elementary school & harvard a musician, not to mention a great dancer, even though you didn’t think so you never believed in, love is blind you wouldn’t allow it to be you never believed the transformation into a sense of playfulness that was the best part of my day, which was flexible and always currant, despite the luggage we both tried to throw away but couldn’t it wasn’t our time, and our brightness became rabid like the adams "watership down" our blindness became a direct hit impacted, like a soreness in our mouths pinnacles of the beginning of the end of an affair evoking a singular mood creeping paranoia invaded our minds, like an omnipotent nod, preventing our dance to flow i crossed over onto your line of mystery you, began to write our story like a stephen king creation...just because giving meaning to a heaven that was preposterously terrifying to both of us… that would argue with individual indifferences attempting to weave realities of some erroneous spiritual life… mine, stood out in a crowd like some biblical scum, and what you admired me for in the beginning, turned into cold blue modern art after i made that first slip-up then, you saw all those painted faces that had been there before me… it was to late, so i went running out into the night naked, ashamed, and full of unspoken words that never made sense to you and i still ponder to this day how old is to old? that, is why i prefer, to never again allow myself, to write with my heart long story short, there is peace now and i’m able to allow people to slip by quietly without regret… it is a choice that’s become my cyber bakery with warm java and danish~ I'm happy, content please don’t judge me don’t judge me for being something i could not have been nor wish to be i’ve got deadlines yes, i’m alone, but far from lonely i have a pair of new shoes so well fit, they don’t cause callouses and i don’t have to give up the sofa or fear, baring my soul my posture is better not reminding me about all the wrong turns i’ve taken, and will continue to take it’s my story now the first draft becomes a comfortable rewrite conveying my moods, and an overall story simply moving along i’m better for it for you for me and i hear chimes when i walk there will be no next time around though, now, i’m willing to back up and change things around a little…still in straight forward yarns your not a bad person, neither was I it’s just that, someone slapped me a little to hard I can't go back I don't want to and there is no longer fear in my heart for saying that.... |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
wow...just wow can relate especially to this: "my posture is better not reminding me about all the wrong turns i’ve taken, and will continue to take"  for thisM |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Dang... I'll be back...  "There's a reason they call God The Creator - he sides with talent." Julia Cameron |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"it is a choice that’s become my cyber bakery with warm java and danish~ I'm happy, content" ~ I absolutely loved those lines! Have a great day! Linda |
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HopeS Member Elite
since 2000-12-22
Posts 4596Perth Western Australia |
Hey Lee, that cyber bakery sounds fine and so does those new shoes !!!! Hope |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
“your not a bad person, neither was I it’s just that, someone slapped me a little to hard I can't go back I don't want to and there is no longer fear in my heart for saying that....” This says it all. “It’s Just That” Way to go Lee J. Nice write!! Peace and Joy your way!! JL  |
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