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Flights of Fancy…. When you dream of me…. Next Post →. October 3, 2016. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Next Post →. Sandman leave me a dream. 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. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Flights of Fancy…. When you dream of me…. November 14, 2016. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Sandman leave me a dream. 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. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Get (In)Verse at home.
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Flights of Fancy…. When you dream of me…. Next Post →. August 22, 2016. This entry was posted in opinions. And tagged a new day. Next Post →. Sandman leave me a dream. 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. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Flights of Fancy…. When you dream of me…. Newer posts →. January 25, 2016. October 27, 2015. Image credit: daarkart on tumblr. Untitled — For SRA. June 15, 2015. February 18, 2015. November 22, 2013. The gift of wri…. November 22, 2013. The gift of writing is that as you pour your soul into paper, you watch your dreams come to life before your eyes and your reality becomes one of your own creation. Daydreamer. The thought of …. November 22, 2013. Newer posts →. I think in pictures…. Get (In)Verse at home.
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Flights of Fancy…. When you dream of me…. August 22, 2016. This entry was posted in Individuality. Sandman leave me a dream. 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. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Get (In)Verse at home.
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Even Daydreamer has nightmares…. About the dreamer…. March 17, 2013. Morbid Beauty by Sam Briggs. I fought like hell to hold impulse at bay. Survival and predatory instincts vying the dregs of humanity that had survived the. Ages ago. Blood-thirsty villagers circling and spewing odious epithets that have indicted my kind for centuries. Sounds of hearts pumping blood through hateful veins sang to a distressed mind. They call me ‘. As if I had hunted him! Yet they wouldn’t question him! He’d drawn bl...
Haven | Sin(sations)
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Things you can only imagine…. When you dream of me…. On June 29, 2013. I prowled into this little town with no expectations, no intention of anything except a drink and room. The blonde with the hungry eyes behind the counter told me there was only 1 place open this time of night and gave me directions. “It’s called The Havenit’s kind of private you just tell them Sonja sent you, Sugar”. When I arrived I was greeted at the door with ‘Who the hell are you? Not yet… wait waitnow! And I like Mistress’.
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Things you can only imagine…. When you dream of me…. On November 17, 2013. Discreet… It was a word that had defined my entire existence to this point. I never caused a scene, never gave away too much, and never partook of anything…’taboo’. I was innocent. Until now… I mean that’s what society called for right…innocence…or the appearance of such? It was supposed to have been girl’s night. Long overdue… the stress had gotten to be too much! It had been over six months in that rut and I needed escape! I cou...
Fourth of July | Sin(sations)
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Things you can only imagine…. When you dream of me…. On October 3, 2016. She entered as I slept. Like a thief in the night, she stole into the familiar. Soft footfalls the only disturbance in the serenity of this warm summer night. She had come for something. Something only I could give and she knew exactly where to find it. Like a lioness stalking her prey, she moved through the living room. A light nudge was all that it took for the bedroom. Larr; Girl’s Night. Enter your comment here. You are commenti...
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Things you can only imagine…. When you dream of me…. All posts by Daydreamer. On October 4, 2016. Today was no different. It was hot… my fingers waded through hair as my breasts met the steel of his chest. I loved touching him. It drove me insane. So soft and so strong… He knew exactly how to move to set me ablaze. I do not know how long we wrestled like that. Back and forth, but I was dripping wet and begging. I knew he liked it because his moans were coming closer and closer together. Finallyhe suc...
Girl’s Night | Sin(sations)
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Things you can only imagine…. When you dream of me…. On November 17, 2013. Discreet… It was a word that had defined my entire existence to this point. I never caused a scene, never gave away too much, and never partook of anything…’taboo’. I was innocent. Until now… I mean that’s what society called for right…innocence…or the appearance of such? It was supposed to have been girl’s night. Long overdue… the stress had gotten to be too much! It had been over six months in that rut and I needed escape! I cou...
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Things you can only imagine…. When you dream of me…. On October 4, 2016. Today was no different. It was hot… my fingers waded through hair as my breasts met the steel of his chest. I loved touching him. It drove me insane. So soft and so strong… He knew exactly how to move to set me ablaze. I do not know how long we wrestled like that. Back and forth, but I was dripping wet and begging. I knew he liked it because his moans were coming closer and closer together. Finallyhe succumbed. One deft moti...Never...
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Poetry in Translation | The Trace They Wished to Leave
The Trace They Wished to Leave. About Poetry in Translation. Eduardo Blanco Amor : I Set off one Morning translated by Jason Preator. A new look at Yiddish folksongs. Poetry from Mozambique : “Mother” by José Craveirinha. January 28, 2013 in Uncategorized by Sebastian Hayes. My mother, I swallow the resin from the old trees. And it feels good flowing in my veins. It is the destiny of my birth. Amongst ballads chanted round a bonfire. You know how the sorrow is always new. You know that, don’t you, mother?
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Links to this post. Links to this post. Links to this post. My Friend's smile / Il sorriso del mio amica. Links to this post. Love on the Brighton Pier / Amore sul molo di Brighton. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Subscribe in a reader. My Friends smile / Il sorriso del mio amica. Love on the Brighton Pier / Amore sul molo di Brig. There Yonder / Lontananza. A Feeling of Delicacy / Un senso di delicatezza. Oh, the good old days! Oh, i vecchi bei tempi! The beautiful blond / La bella bionda.
Poetry (in)Verse | Flights of Fancy…
Flights of Fancy…. When you dream of me…. November 14, 2016. October 3, 2016. August 22, 2016. August 22, 2016. August 22, 2016. August 22, 2016. August 22, 2016. I think in pictures…. A Picture is worth a thousand words." You have no idea how true that is! Especially for someone who thinks in pictures. I can show you way better than I can explain. So please allow me to share. Get (In)Verse at home. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.
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Every day, we get closer to death and further away from the promise of our youth. We try to squelch our discontent but deep down, we just want to MAKE SOMETHING. She ran down the hall to the back steps. She ran down the hall to the back steps. She would never take the front steps on a dark morning. The frights along that route were too many to be endured,. From the great brown varnished painting of the nymphs and satyr. To the white sculpture whose arms extended. Quite out of breath. She ran down the hall.
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Couples and friends workshop. Couples and friends workshop. What I am seeking is a motionless movement, something equivalent to what is called the eloquence of silence". Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order. To hold, you must first open your hand. Let go. Tension is who you think you should be. Relaxation is who you are. The word 'listen' contains the same letters as the word 'silent'. We can only see our reflection in still water.
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MY WORLD IN WATERCOLOR. NEARLY 30 YEARS AGO I LEARNED OF THE GREAT PAINTER JOHN PIKE AND HOW HE CREATED HIS BEAUTIFUL WATERCOLORS. HIS IMPACT WAS SO GREAT THAT I ACQUIRED WATERCOLOR PAPER, BRUSHES, PAINTS, PLUS ALL THE MATERIALS NECESSARY TO PURSUE MY NEW FOUND GOAL OF BECOMING A WATERCOLORIST. I HAVE EXPERIMENTED WITH OTHER MEDIUM BUT ULTIMATELY I RETURN TO MY FIRST TRUE LOVE - WATERCOLOR! AS YOU VIEW MY PAINTINGS, I HOPE YOU WILL SEE AND FEEL THE JOY AND PLEASURE THAT ONLY WATERCOLORS CAN GIVE.
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Just another WordPress.com site. ECHOES OF THE NATURE. December 17, 2010. It is my intention to recognize the committed work of writers who agree with the aforesaid aspect: Poetry without words, that it is due to Nature and its transcendent involvement in our lives. Here I play one of her blog entries ( www.debrahriddleton.blogspot.com. In Echoes of nature, I attempt to establish that the man violates it, hits it, hurts it, and yet its ability to remake is superior to our capacity for destruction. Rememb...
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