C.C.

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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Chilling out

Chilling out. This is an icy sheet of paper; words freeze before they are completed. A certain discipline must be retained or the day will be deleted. It will have disappeared like so many others into a thin air that tastes of almost nothing and cannot be traced. One scrapes for images to plaster... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Romance

Romance in the groove. I told Mabel, this is the last straw I am going to move out of her bedroom I do not have anything against her, but I need more excitement I wake up in the night and try to imagine I am a young bridegroom. Then I start to think of other things and that is another penny spent.... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Judgement

Judgement. Always they whisper now is too late. Though one relies on a measure of fate, and long is the waiting before this is complete and she keeps debating and looking so sweet. So what ever it was, it was not an attraction that she minded so much until the distraction. My query so plaintive,... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Sometime. How close do you float to me with your sweet words? I hear them and I need to drift back to reality. An idea slowly flowed into my mind and stirred an emotion that I know can never be. A wash of softness remains, which my mind evaluates. I toss a pebble into the deepest pool. I watch the... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Before it goes.

SNOW. I cannot stop in snow to say that I am sorry. There are restrictions to the entry of a cold face. I dare not slither to a halt lest I should see a sunny disposition in this icy place. Thoughts are compose I lick snowflakes it is so easy. When it is snowing one can feel free to face the... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Caller her Ginger.

Call her Ginger. This is really annoying someone is stealing my dreams Yes you the girl with your apron full of red roses. I need those for the garden I am making. It always seems she is smarter than I am, soon they will be in a poem she composes. One gives a girl a little inlet into ones... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

continued from beyond and between

To discover is too be free. Therefore, it began although I was not prepared for the change A poor man’s nanny, someone who hated disobedience I really cannot place the difference between yes and no perhaps that explains I could not understand her fury when I disagreed; it was not defiance. I just... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Beyond and between

Beyond and between Little things that happen early in life are embedded. I wanted to know a reason why I felt torment. At meal times there always seemed something I dreaded. A strange anguish that seemed to struggle and ferment. Of course, a boy did express feelings to his family. For a long time I... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Well then.

Well then. Today I am going back to the Green Homestead I know I am only a kind of baby boy in a way I poured black lead grate polish all over my head. I have been washed carefully and left to play. I am rather chubby and my hair is now damp and curly We live in a wooden van and I have been given a... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

There she goes.

There she goes. She said she loved me, ‘Do you think this is the time.’ I asked. ‘Perhaps in small doses’ she replied, ‘It might be a worthless task.’ I stirred in the vastness of a light that always glows eternally. I floated feeling for the pull of warmth that would come eventually. I squeezed... Sign in to see full entry.

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