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  • Chicken Noodle Soup and Bread Sticks

    Remember that was a cool thing, they’d serve them up hot, you could get take out and be a real romantic with chicken noodle soup and bread sticks. I can almost taste the soup today, the breadsticks warm to my touch, you were so under the weather that day, the bike ride was a piece…

  • The Rippling Effect

    Its meaning is contagious when all else is failing, lives seem to unravel, a moment of loss, a second further, and there are more and more even, the rippling of our emotions, shed light upon each other, and when we turn, begin to love, suddenly that persona we are so afraid of becomes attractive, asks…

  • Menacing Standstill

    Its when I can’t stand up, my feet are planted but my body fails, I use my hands upon the arms of my past and they become weak burdened by years of hardship. At least that’s what my legs think, only found in my shoes, my feet hungry and swollen, holding on to their last…

  • Captured

    It’s when thought becomes trapped. Lives are cycles rotating around one another. If to stop means to breathe, what’s left except to fade away unappreciated. Seems thought will merit indecision until later on when all else fails suddenly the notion of giving space so ideal yet too late. If we can capture what it means…

  • Quiet Obsession

    Ever really feel pain or is that a state of mind, another battle with thought holding our emotions by the reins. Ever imagine letting go, and living life without scrutiny, but instead knowing, peace of mind is always around the corner waiting to settle in our mind, to make allowance for how lovely life can…

  • Watching The Sunrise

    Simple really. Nothing complicated about watching its spectacular image rising over the horizon. Makes you wonder for a moment, just a thought, how small we really are, and how magical is the sunlight on a summer’s day. Watching the stars overnight and falling asleep in the sky, a peek of morning sunshine, lights up the…

  • When I Was Alone

    I used to cry a lot, the tears readily descending my cheeks. If I let myself go the sobbing was rather spectacular, to tell a tale. When I was alone, I would stare out windows count the slats in my blinds, waiting for the sunlight, and then watching the light descend into another night, while…

  • As A Little Boy

    He would play with rocks different shapes and sizes some skippers, others too bulky, heavy ones and little pebbles. He’d release them in water, watching them float making waves to help them move along the clear floor, the rocks were everywhere, and he could play for hours forgetting everything around, only he and the wet…

  • Early Hours

    A starlit horizon eyes awake thoughts for miles already torn wondering not only the day ahead hours turn into new life, new eyes. Wonder of beauty soft and supple this newborn philosophy needs nurturing hands to guide such is a birthing soul. What will she love when bringing joy into the hearts of all who…

  • Three Years Later

    I still want to figure it out even when it doesn’t matter, I think about those days, all the different ways we did live our lives, we did hide our sorrows. I think about the time now, the what ifs the why nots the constant barrage of never knowing how. We live a certain way…

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