Her Eyes…

Her eyes

Can see right through

Piercing my every thought

And drawing out my innermost

Desires.

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Her Eyes…

Her eyes

Can see right through

Piercing my every thought

And drawing out my innermost

Desires.

*****

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Scribbles…

Scribbles

Lines on a page

Musings of the mundane

Maniacal meanderings

Of thought.

*****

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Scribbles…

Scribbles

Lines on a page

Musings of the mundane

Maniacal meanderings

Of thought.

*****

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My Life in Words…

Because

My life in words

Is nothing more than a

Revised and edited version

Of me.

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My Life in Words…

Because

My life in words

Is nothing more than a

Revised and edited version

Of me.

****

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The Climb…

Struggles

Fighting against

The uphill climb I face

In everyday life that I meet

Head on.

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The Climb…

Struggles

Fighting against

The uphill climb I face

In everyday life that I meet

Head on.

****

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Bubbles…

Bubbles

Tiny and light

Dancing on the cat’s nose

Who’s, coincidentally, named

Bubbles.

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FSF

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Bubbles…

Bubbles

Tiny and light

Dancing on the cat’s nose

Who’s, coincidentally, named

Bubbles.

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FSF

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Today…

Today

One simple word

Representing right now

And holding so much potential.

Use well.

*******

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Today…

Today

One simple word

Representing right now

And holding so much potential.

Use well.

*******

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Modern Day Robbing Hood…

They call me a thief.

As if that is a bad thing.

I steal from the rich

And give to the least of these.

It’s not my fault I’m the least.

FSF

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Modern Day Robbing Hood…

They call me a thief.

As if that is a bad thing.

I steal from the rich

And give to the least of these.

It’s not my fault I’m the least.

FSF

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Xanax…

Someone recently made the joke, “Xanax, take me away”, playing off the old Calgon commercials. It was too good not to use. Also, I’ve never taken a Xanax, so, I have no idea if this is how they work… just saying.

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Xanax…

Someone recently made the joke, “Xanax, take me away”, playing off the old Calgon commercials. It was too good not to use. Also, I’ve never taken a Xanax, so, I have no idea if this is how they work… just saying.

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