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August | 2014 | uitwaaien
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V) to take a break, to clear one's head; to walk in the wind. Month: August, 2014. August 25, 2014. I hope you felt that too. You were my favorite confusion. Once upon a time. 1,358 lovely visitors! Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
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V) to take a break, to clear one's head; to walk in the wind. Month: November, 2014. November 21, 2014. Wasted Pennies Thrown In Wells. If I could store my prayers in jars like fireflies–. If I could show you how much I wanted you,. How much I wished for you,. How much I loved you,. Maybe you’d understand. Why the fireflies beamed brighter. Than stars in evening skies. Because all I wanted was for you. November 1, 2014. The sun was gone. And we were stars in the dark. That shined in neon lights.
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V) to take a break, to clear one's head; to walk in the wind. Month: January, 2015. January 18, 2015. I Guess It’s Over. 8220;Happy Sweet 16th! 8221; they said. But how come sixteen isn’t all that sweet. It’s more like bitterness from my thoughts,. And sourness from your ‘love’. And I wish I was 9 again. Thinking and believing that sixteen would be a dream;. A dream I lived now that was more of a nightmare. 16 was the age when all of it came to an end. I didn’t think this day would come so soon. Your soi...
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V) to take a break, to clear one's head; to walk in the wind. 8220;Wishful Wednesdays”. An Excerpt from a Story I’ve Never Written. July 18, 2015. Once upon a time. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Laquo; Previous Post.
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V) to take a break, to clear one's head; to walk in the wind. Hand-in-hand we walked together down the block. I felt safe like this. It felt safe like this. There was a difference between being together and. 8220;Hey,” you said. “I know her! And I always wondered why you stopped for her and why you smiled for her and why you didn’t say “I. You broke my heart and yet you still wonder why I no longer say “I do.”. An Excerpt from a Story I’ve Never Written. This is all fictional. July 15, 2015. 1,358 lovely...
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Memories in a Watermelon. June 16, 2015. This morning I was cutting a watermelon and the image of my father cutting one up for my son as a toddler came flooding across my mind. He was making sure all seeds were removed from every piece and they were not to big and not too small. This made me smile. He wanted him to enjoy and savor the taste without choking, perhaps this little advice is great for our lives daily. Hmmmm maybe it was the seeds😉. Mother of the Bride. The Beauty of Dressing to Dine.
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Who Has the Last Laugh. August 8, 2015. Lately, I have been laughing at myself, a lot. I laugh that I can not leave the house with out making my bed, making sure the kitchen is clean and laundry is in order. It makes me think back to when I was a kid and just wanted to jump out of bed and run out to play. My mother would yell, did you make your bed? Brush your teeth, put away your laundry? 8230; the litany of questions would just fly out of her mouth as fast as saying hello. My mom once told me she didn&...
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All posts by micheledbeal. I am a cooking enthusiast, Tennis is my current sport, I am training to complete a 1/2 marathon in April, enjoy reading, love to travel and do my best to enjoy every day to the fullest! First Tooth on Election Eve. November 7, 2016. Ahh so fitting on Election Eve, changes came swiftly in our home today. Our first grandchild, grandson Luke got his first tooth! Old school beliefs that the person to discover the tooth purchases the child their first pair of shoes, once walking.
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The Beauty of Dressing to Dine. July 27, 2015. It has been a while since I’ve posted so I am going to start off short and sweet. Give your children and yourself the gift of dressing for dinner. We were raised to appreciate going out, raised our children in the same manor and to this day we love getting dressed to go out. It doesn’t have to be a suit and ballgown, but taking the time for your presentation opens up a night of enchantment and discovery. Have a beautiful week! Memories in a Watermelon. 8220;...
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On I freaking Love Myself. On 4 AM thoughts. You can not hide what your face exposes. August 14, 2015. Do you realize, that the eyes are the window to a galaxy that no one ever stepped a foot in. Do you realize, that the life was never meant for a winning but a loss? August 14, 2015. August 14, 2015. There is some noise speaking in the back of my head, I shut it out, while I pretend to be normal. Like an Eve seducing her Adam, Adam asks to be seduced. Eyes watching over me. My brain wants to depress my o...
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uitwaaien | (v) to take a break, to clear one's head; "to walk in the wind."
V) to take a break, to clear one's head; to walk in the wind. August 3, 2015. Breathe Through the Evening. It was 10:30 PM and I ran away from home-. Away from all the screaming voices,. Away from all the rocks thrown at me until persecution,. Away from all the pain and judgement,. Away from all my wounds. I wanted to go far. I wanted to find a place where I could lie on some grass and look at the stars. I wanted to breathe in nature. And remember I was still alive and that I have survived. I felt whole ...
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Poeticlly Thinking | Just another WordPress.com weblog
Just another WordPress.com weblog. September 11, 2009. August 22, 2009. As a season poetic writer we all know that there are many forms of poetry. But do we truly write in these forms? I am going to break down the formation of poetry within this blog. Can you tell me if you write within these formations? Let’s see where this blog takes us. The first one is called: Abecedarian. An abecedarian poem is a special form of an acrostic poem. Pèlerinage de la Vie Humaine. Pilgrimage of Human Life. Geoffrey Chauc...
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Poetically Zambia's Heartbeat – "Mending Broken Hearts, Since 1997"
Poetically Zambia's Heartbeat. Mending Broken Hearts, Since 1997. B y and B y. Art by second name is beauty. Art by first as illuminated by you is poetry. By unworthy lips cannot be called. By unfit minds cannot be thought. For your allure men will slave. For your endearment my pen will curve. To swathe you in prose when your day gets cold. To upheave your feet when the ground can no longer hold. And as the doves do you will levitate. And your beauty is deserved by those who meditate. January 10, 2017.
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Poetical Ness | An Unfinished Rhyme
About My Poetic Side. February 5, 2014. The memory of your pleasure. Is too close to. The memory of my pain. I cannot keep them separate in my mind. Your promise was a lie. This, my promise, is true:. One day you will know you need me. I won’t be there. Because of you,. You sent me away. Because of me,. I remain that way. You’ll be sorry if you let her go. It’s just for a little while. Nothing is ever ‘just a little while’. From: Another weird dream The “Ness” in DarcNess ;). August 3, 2012. July 22, 2012.
