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Friday, June 22, 2007

Hot passion

Passion From Across The Room His eyes....ohhh so mysterious, Mmmmm his lips, I can taste them. Those hands.... so strong, But gentle touching me, My heart raging, Oh does he know, How hot he makes me. I bite my lip, Wanting him.......so, To make love with me. Sign in to see full entry.

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rejection/passion

You Say I Can Write Then why do I feel I need to prove it? I re-read and re-write, Is it perfect yet? What's the perfect word, Agonizing till you find it, No changed my mind again, Liked the first word better. Okay is this scene real? Would I do that? Shit start again.... or let's just erase that.... Sign in to see full entry.

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A Little Romance

Christy turned away taking a drink of her beer, she didn’t understand why seeing him upset was bothering her so. They were by Dusty’s introduction just good friends. Her heart wasn’t listening to her head as she stole another glance at him. “Hey want to dance?” Tyson offered seeing her turmoil. “No,... Sign in to see full entry.

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feeling inspired

Legacy In Words From the minute we are born, And our journey begun, A part of us starts to die. It's time's cruel fate, And none can escape. We learn to crawl then to walk, We learn to talk, Then to question. What is life if in a moment it is gone? How can I make it last? A writer knows a way, To... Sign in to see full entry.

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Good Moring Wishes

My sun is not yet up but I have witnessed a beautiful sunrise, and was made to laugh, and looked in on an Uncle just being a great friend, this world we live in is full of treasures, and we have our share right here. I hope everyone is happy, and feels lucky to be able to reach out and touch... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 21, 2007

creative thought

Ripples In The Puddle A writer is a pebble, Tossed into the puddle. To ones without eyes, He sinks to the bottom. Is he dead? To closed eyes probably, Vision is insight, and inspiration, With none you are dead. But the wise creative soul, Watches the pebble's true path. The moment it entered the... Sign in to see full entry.

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haunted heart

His Words Love Me Never have I been spoken of, So gently or so cherished. His words make love to me, Without a touch. My eyes weep as I read, Not with sorrow, But pure eternal love. We can never be, This painful truth haunts my heart. But when I read his words, He makes love to me. Sign in to see full entry.

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just ramblings

A Writer’s Passion A single ray of sunshine leads to infinite possibilities in a writers mind. A rainbow can’t be captured….but pictured perfectly with word and paper. A cherished poem, has a beginning, a life and no end. Inspiration comes from where you least expect it, inspect all you see. To... Sign in to see full entry.

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Written Word Someone smart once told me, A simple well written word, Can outlast the sands of time, I tend to agree don't you? Be bold with your pens my friends. Sign in to see full entry.

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Glimpse work in progress

A Dance Jennifer was nervous accepting an dinner invitation with a man she'd never met, she walked gingerly to his table. He was dressed well, but more casual his eyes were brown, and his face was hauntingly handsome. She guessed his age at middle twenties, though and she hadn’t seen her mid... Sign in to see full entry.

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About this Blog

I am a serious writer, I have a passion for it. A written word will never die as long as it is read by one single person. A well written sentance or paragraph can evoke an emotion and create a smile. A story can take a person away for awhile, letting them escape from their realiity if even for a little while. I want to entertain you, and amaze you tap your creativity and hope you enjoy my words....so please read on I'm waiting.

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