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January | 2015 | vivianneouya's Blog
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Amused at the world and it's people. Stay updated via RSS. FALL, not the season. AN ABUNDANCE OF EMOTIONS. PAINTING OF THE moon. On FALL, not the season. On PAINTING OF THE moon. On PAINTING OF THE moon. Short stories, prose. Archive for January, 2015. H Jackson Brown, Jr. Quote. Posted: January 12, 2015 in Uncategorized. West With the Night. Posted: January 11, 2015 in Uncategorized. I have learned that if you. Must leave a place that. You have lived in and. Loved and where all your. Never turn back and.
WORLDS APART. | vivianneouya's Blog
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Amused at the world and it's people. Stay updated via RSS. FALL, not the season. AN ABUNDANCE OF EMOTIONS. PAINTING OF THE moon. On FALL, not the season. On PAINTING OF THE moon. On PAINTING OF THE moon. Short stories, prose. Posted: August 4, 2015 in Uncategorized. I am here now,. Motionless in one corner of an impossibly spherical earth,. And as surely as we belong to the universe, the glinting sun pops out of a family of cumulus clouds,. I imagine you in your corner,. Your world is better-. You are co...
August | 2015 | vivianneouya's Blog
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Amused at the world and it's people. Stay updated via RSS. FALL, not the season. AN ABUNDANCE OF EMOTIONS. PAINTING OF THE moon. On FALL, not the season. On PAINTING OF THE moon. On PAINTING OF THE moon. Short stories, prose. Archive for August, 2015. Posted: August 26, 2015 in Poetry. Coal eyed baby,. The breathtaking sunset and your blue jeans are visible from my perch on the window,. Long gone lover,. I see your red neck tie comfortable hanging in my wardrobe,. Darling, it’s distracting. I am here now,.
LiFe CyCleS. | vivianneouya's Blog
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Amused at the world and it's people. Stay updated via RSS. FALL, not the season. AN ABUNDANCE OF EMOTIONS. PAINTING OF THE moon. On FALL, not the season. On PAINTING OF THE moon. On PAINTING OF THE moon. Short stories, prose. Posted: June 14, 2015 in poems. It’s a gamble, life. It’s playing poker without a poker face,. One minute you’re winning against all odds,. The next you’re stuck- enclosed in four pale walls radiating doom,. You take it in stride-the doom,. If you’re lucky enough,. You sigh after yo...
Think Universe | vivianneouya's Blog
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Amused at the world and it's people. Stay updated via RSS. FALL, not the season. AN ABUNDANCE OF EMOTIONS. PAINTING OF THE moon. On FALL, not the season. On PAINTING OF THE moon. On PAINTING OF THE moon. Short stories, prose. Posted: June 7, 2015 in Uncategorized. For all my friends who’ve lost a baby. Said the tiny spider. As it climbed upon its web. Said the river as it flowed. Think universe,’ said the star. As it looked on. Think universe,’ cried the mother. As she danced the. So the spider cried then.
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March | 2014 | Heartspeak by Mel
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The musings of a young adult. Like a horse and a carriage. March 30, 2014. Mdash; Leave a comment. My show finale was yesterday, Sunday. I enjoyed that show. I was drunk and did not give two shits about how I performed. I loved every minute. I also hated every minute because with each passing one the end inched closer. No one likes their show finale. There is always a sense of loss. One always wonders what to do with themselves after. What to drive themselves with the. March 30, 2014. Mdash; 1 Comment.
September | 2014 | Heartspeak by Mel
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The musings of a young adult. I’m fine, really. September 1, 2014. Mdash; Leave a comment. Sometimes we lie about things that matter, other times we tell little white harmless lies. We lie to the people closest to us, because we are trying to ‘protect’ them from the truth. When someone asks us how we are, we will lie and say that we are fine, even though it is plain as day that we aren’t. You don’t look so good. What we say) I’m fine, really. But they looked just fine! This entry was tagged depression.
I really have no fitting title for this one | Heartspeak by Mel
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The musings of a young adult. I really have no fitting title for this one. December 17, 2014. Mdash; Leave a comment. Reader be warned : I am about to vent, and some it might not be pretty. Reader discretion is advised. Laquo; Previous Post. Next Post ». 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. Notify me of new comments via email.
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The musings of a young adult. That moment of realisation. December 17, 2014. Mdash; Leave a comment. So I am standing there, with a damsel in distress vibe going on. A very distressed damsel. How the hell am I supposed to get home? I have no money, except twenty bob which really can’t get me very far. Of books worth reading. November 26, 2014. Mdash; Leave a comment. One of my favorite lines,. Everyone believes the world’s greatest lie…” says the mysterious old man. I’ll just leave this one here,. I was ...
How To Kill a Poet – Ergo, Ego
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How To Kill a Poet. Broken bones, heartbreaking poems,. And heartbroken poets trying to break bone. They said things that almost broke my funny bone. But I yet smiled. Tragedies are a joke. They painted the world dark red, and gave us tears to drink,. Stuffed rocks of salt down our throats and filled our IVs with ink,. Flipped the world upside down so New Zealand was old,. And preached such venom to grammar, she woke from her coma. And still they wrote, still they spoke, these new chiefs. Not bad, padawan.
IM NOT HIS USUAL | cinnamonsting
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Just me, being me. IM NOT HIS USUAL. It doesn’t work the same way when winning hearts. Heck it shouldn’t even be a competition to begin with. At least that’s what I thought until I ran into Mr. BLT. I feel like I owe it to you to explain the name. Well, simply put, Mr. BLT always ordered the Bacon, lettuce and tomatoe sandwich at Java. I mean always. Did he ever try something new? You’re different,’ he said. I had the urge to ask, ‘from what? What do you do? I’m a beer kind of girl. No not the brown ...
July | 2014 | Heartspeak by Mel
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The musings of a young adult. July 16, 2014. Mdash; 1 Comment. It has been a while since I last wrote. In my defense, I can explainbut not here, or now. As I type away, Christina Aguilera’s powerful vocals fill my room. Damn that woman can sing! You are strange and terrifying and beautiful, something not everyone knows how to love.’ Warsan Shire. I do not judge those who make ‘alterations’ to themselves because who gave me that right to judge? Yours in words,. Of Little joys and Happy Places….
November | 2014 | Heartspeak by Mel
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The musings of a young adult. Of books worth reading. November 26, 2014. Mdash; Leave a comment. One of my favorite lines,. Everyone believes the world’s greatest lie…” says the mysterious old man. 8220;What is the world’s greatest lie? 8221; the little boy asks.The old man replies, “It’s this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what’s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That’s the world’s greatest lie. Word. I’ll just leave this one here,. JLo’s True Love.
January | 2015 | Heartspeak by Mel
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The musings of a young adult. JLo’s True Love. January 17, 2015. Mdash; Leave a comment. The book is amazing and is beautifully written. It basically about JLo taking the reader along with her on her journey to self- discovery. She bears herself bare and lets the reader into her very soul, and all the things she went through. It really isn’t as trashy as i secretly hoped it would be, but it is a wonderful read, which i completed in one sitting. Of Little joys and Happy Places…. JLo’s True Love.
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