Postcards From My Mind

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Tuesday, November 29, 2005

White Stretch 21

Swirling liquids, mixing signs, white stretch job, king of the prom. Knock me over, underneath that dress, kiss on the shoulder, tongue the bottleneck. Can I be the hero? Champion for just one night? Can I break the molds? Gripping the porcelain tight? Dance floor princess can I ride your pony... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 3, 2005

A Little Sorry

A little sorry isn’t good enough, to make me fall back in love. Break my heart and then apologize, it must have been broken a hundred times. It was hard but when I look back now, all I can do is wonder how, I made it as far as I did, and how I gave as much as I could give. I walk away and still... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 29, 2005

A Little Older

Sitting by the water's edge, the shadows ripple cross the waves I see. Here is where the children play, not long ago those children were me. Don't be afraid, I was once like you, but days go by, and time does too. Not so young anymore, these waves seem further from the shore. I remember when this... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 22, 2005

Good Old Days

I remember sleeping along the blue river side, wondering what keeps the stars in the sky. I may be older now but I can still find the time to look up and wonder why. I remember walking where the snow piled chest high, thinking of a summer wind when the cold would subside. The snow may be gone and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 21, 2005

Lighthouse

Tired faces, just cardboard cut-outs of those I once knew. Picked up and tossed around in the tornado, now nobody is where they used to be. Sand is flying, cars whipping by out of town, tires barely touch the ground. My island is empty and cold. The water taking away all I stand on. I’m the last... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 20, 2005

Don't Look Back

Palm trees swayin’ in the breeze and I am at peace. Anger and fear given way to release. Ocean waves kissing sandy shores and I can’t ask for more. I held on to hurt for so long, now I don’t know what for. Flying high and looking down, city streets in place of a sleepy town. My heart beating fast at... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Casual

There’s a question I need to ask you. You have to promise not to answer. There’s a question I need to ask of you, when the time comes that I see you next. You can answer without words if you like, orange lakes of fire in the sky. How can I plead my case, when it’s right there in my face? Show me,... Sign in to see full entry.

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I Am Back!!!

Hey everyone this is my big return from a year long layoff. I am back with much new writing, opinions, and thoughts. I hope that anyone who has read my blogs in the past will come back and continue to enjoy what I have to bring to the table. For anyone else who is just discovering my blogs, welcome... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 6, 2004

Drowning

I write you letters, I write prescriptions, getting lost in my condition. I’m trippin’ and I’m sliding down inside. I got my journals, got my excuses, truth colored lies too many to mention. Bloodied and I’m bruised and I don’t know why. I’m drowning but there’s no water, no hands to hold me down,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, September 23, 2004

Recyclable Tupperware

She’s breakin’ up with me on my death bed. Says time’s come to think about herself. It couldn’t wait another minute. She’s my savior, I’m her plague, and her loving pain’s pushed me to the limit. She can’t cash in on a will I haven’t signed. She can’t deny that her love for me has declined. She... Sign in to see full entry.

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About this Blog

This is just the beginning here of a trip into my mind and life. This writing can be enjoyed by anyone, and probably related to by almost as many, if you have lived one day you have probably experienced some of the things I have captured here. Feel free to send me feedback on opinions and similar experiences.

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