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Crimson Thoughts: Mother's Day
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ME In written form. Saturday, May 10, 2014. I've always said that days that are calendar-ized are. Man made. Meaning given not by life, but by someone else. Yet, they come around as the sun rotates and I feel air as my butt finds metaphorical earth. After my legs are kicked out from under me. I feel silly being public about missing my mother. You get it. I say it enough. She's been gone for 37 years. Get over it. How much can it actually pain me at this point? And I can. I do. I am. She was so beautiful.
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Crimson Thoughts: Honest
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ME In written form. Thursday, May 01, 2014. I still think about what it could be like. If you were someone. I still start to plan on calling. That we could talk about. We can start today. I've always loved you. I still hurt knowing that it's rarely been you. Or asked for forgiveness. Or just made a fucking effort. I still wonder what you've been thinking. All of these years. Why my heart hasn't. Mattered enough for you to love me. Why you haven't reached or called or tried or remembered or taken.
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Crimson Thoughts: Feet Grounded
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ME In written form. Monday, April 21, 2014. I saw you in the corner of my eye. I was simply doing little things that I do. Stepping forward in contented banal. And I felt you sweep softly into view. And grab my hand. Your eyes caught mine as if to ask. If I might join you. And without time for response, you jumped into the sky. My hand held tightly in yours. My body slid into upward motion. For days and weeks it seems. Wings laced as we felt the wind at our faces. And the perfection of love.
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Crimson Thoughts: Trouble
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ME In written form. Friday, March 28, 2014. If I were a child,. Being parented by myself,. Sitting low in a high back chair. Finger wagging at me. By my very own self. Again and again and again. Asked and pleaded with. Threatened with consequences for. Throw tantrum over temper tantrum. If I were a young subject. Sitting in front of a very large desk. An ominous me sitting a front. My smallish legs dangling still from a chair. Hands shaking on my lap. Hearing that big voice tell me that my. I think I'd be.
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Crimson Thoughts: It Laughs.
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ME In written form. Tuesday, June 03, 2014. I spin my thoughts. Forming it into the shapes that I want it to hold. I reach into the careening stream and. Will the movement to promise me. That it will travel just the. Way that I want it to. I stretch my arms into the sky. My paintbrush in hand. Sweeping color into the. Sure that it will turn the. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Blogs I love to read. Inappropriate Footwear in Vermont. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Crimson Thoughts: Broken Heart
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ME In written form. Friday, February 28, 2014. The sweet faithful reaching to a father that they can clearly see,. And I'm not so sure. As I look at pictures of places. I have never seen. Beautiful artistry, scrollwork pocked. People I have never known. On their desperate knees. I hear them being asked, all over. Whispers and screaming fists pounding fingers tightened. Around throats until the vocabulary that they do not know. For the very same God disappears. I can't buy it. The ever drip of knowledge.
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Crimson Thoughts: I love you
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ME In written form. Tuesday, July 28, 2015. Her: I love you. Him: I love you. Her: I love you. Him: I love you. I love you. I love you. Her: I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Him: I love you. Her: I love you. Her: I love you. Him: I love you. Her: I love you. I love you. I love you. Him: I love you. Her: I love you. Do you love me? Him: I love you. Her: Do you still love me? Him: I love you. Her: I love you. I love you. Her: I love you. Her: I love you. Her: Do you love me? Her: I love you.
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Crimson Thoughts: Feel it
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ME In written form. Tuesday, March 18, 2014. I hope you can feel it. The center place in you that is connected to something,. Tethered to the everything. I hope you can feel it. I hope that when you wake in the morning. When you look at your children. When you touch your lover. When you make a new friend. When you sweetly care. I hope you can feel that you are touching. That word just never captures it. Maybe it's because it's been so tired by the uses that we've given it. I hope you can feel it,.
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Crimson Thoughts: O L D
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ME In written form. Sunday, February 23, 2014. Five days and thirty-five years. Not sure if they're real or. Created from the cast of characters. And sets that I remember. Digging deep into the storage of my. To find pictures of people as they were. When I was a kid, I'd look at a person that was. They just don't get it. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Blogs I love to read. Inappropriate Footwear in Vermont. So Much Going On. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Crimson Thoughts: A Small Frog
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ME In written form. Monday, June 08, 2015. A small frog hopped through the yard. It could hear the water in the pond, the sounds of the insects. It could see the green leaves, and feel the moist dirt under its toes and the yellow sun soak into its gentle skin. Soon, the fragrance of the blossom became weaker, the song not as clear. He didn't understand, and he was sad. He realized that he wasn't twirling in glee anymore, but the beautiful flower hadn't changed at all. Fearfully, he hopped to pond, and fe...
