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Cinderella Must Die: January 2010
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The Writing of L. Michelle Harris. Monday, January 25, 2010. I have learned to take my time with a poem. I know now not to rush my emotions. Forcing the feelings out too suddenly. Storming through my pen and. Raining hastily onto the page. Without taking time to feel the pain. Taking time to be pissed off and. Taking time to feel joy and be. I know how to allow a thought to be private. Just long enough so that I can represent it well. I have learned not to fear white space on a page. Or no words available.
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Cinderella Must Die: August 2010
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The Writing of L. Michelle Harris. Tuesday, August 24, 2010. An image of Himself, male and female. Two, yet one, blessed, multiplied. In love and at war. Lord of all, refuses the Lady. Everlasting bond, broken. A kingdom and a prison. And love is strained. Demon lover of Samael. In the garden one remains. Ask and you shall receive. An image of Himself, male and female. Two, yet one, blessed, multiplied. Lord and a helper. And the beginning is rewritten. Posted by L. Michelle Harris. Diary of a Heretic.
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Cinderella Must Die: August 2009
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The Writing of L. Michelle Harris. Thursday, August 27, 2009. The gods only exist because there is one who believes. So I will take my rightful place in the divine pantheon. Only because you believe. That the mysteries of the moon are revealed. And when I leave this time and place. I will live forever in the hearts of those who dream. Of a great love. Posted by L. Michelle Harris. Tuesday, August 25, 2009. Did God really tell you that you can’t eat from any tree you want? You mean the forbidden one.
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Cinderella Must Die: April 2010
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The Writing of L. Michelle Harris. Tuesday, April 27, 2010. It (inspired by my sister). The act does not impress. The posturing loud, empty. It makes swagger unnecessary. It causes fear in the posers. It is silent in the midst of. And stands completely still. It is barely perceptible. In a slight gesture. Though so obviously royal. It can’t be written though some. Try to encase it in creeds. It can’t be demanded nor granted. And it can’t be taken. But you can give it away. It has no need of sympathizers.
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Cinderella Must Die: It (inspired by my sister)
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The Writing of L. Michelle Harris. Tuesday, April 27, 2010. It (inspired by my sister). The act does not impress. The posturing loud, empty. It makes swagger unnecessary. It causes fear in the posers. It is silent in the midst of. And stands completely still. It is barely perceptible. In a slight gesture. Though so obviously royal. It can’t be written though some. Try to encase it in creeds. It can’t be demanded nor granted. And it can’t be taken. But you can give it away. It has no need of sympathizers.
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Cinderella Must Die: Happy Mother's Day
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The Writing of L. Michelle Harris. Monday, May 12, 2014. Posted by L. Michelle Harris. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. The waitress and the satanist. A face in the desert sky. Plus some awesome goodies! Diary of a Heretic. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Cinderella Must Die: September 2009
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The Writing of L. Michelle Harris. Wednesday, September 30, 2009. I swear I can’t resist that smile. That becomes a smirk at the slightest. Challenge, whistling air escaping pursed lips. Right before you say. Man you must be crazy. You will never know the fantasies. You fuel with your walk. Hips that move to the rhythm of love. Making me forget you’re just waiting. For the bus licking your lips cause. You know I’m watching. But don’t mind me baby. That’s just the sound of me. Maybe tomorrow I can share.
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Cinderella Must Die: December 2010
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The Writing of L. Michelle Harris. Friday, December 17, 2010. A girl has to have courage. In the wrong place. At the wrong time. Lives are at stake. When promises are broken. Explanations can be heard. A boy has to have courage. To trust the word of an angel. And stand with a girl absent. When Empire and Destiny. Mingle to bring about. To keep it together. A baby is born. To bask in the light of the world. Posted by L. Michelle Harris. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). There was an error in this gadget.
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Cinderella Must Die: February 2010
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The Writing of L. Michelle Harris. Wednesday, February 3, 2010. Lent Is When I Say Yes. Lent is when I say yes. Yes, I will have dinner with you. Yes I will eat bread with you and drink. Wine with you and I will promise. To never forget you. To never forget our pact with God. To make the world new. To never forget what will pass. Between us this night. Lent is when I say yes. Yes I will go with you to the garden. Yes I will stay awake with you. And I’ll hold your hand. And I’ll cry with you. Yes I’...
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Cinderella Must Die: Project: MANHOOD
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The Writing of L. Michelle Harris. Monday, May 12, 2014. Anyway, Teen Boy called twice while I was at lunch and he asked, "Why are you looking all over for me? I was surprisingly calm. Well, more accurately, exhausted from worry and relieved that he was okay. Turns out, he was at my parents' home the entire time. No, I didn't call over there looking for him, and yeah, I guess I should have. But why do I have to look for him at all? Why couldn't he just let me know? Posted by L. Michelle Harris.