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New Leaves This Color: Outs
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Tuesday, May 17, 2016. And oh the tiny heads of God. They had the eyes, ears, and mouth of. And the monkey paws grasped for. The oversexed dig for gold. God My peculiar Christ. Let me jar You like a pill bug. And feed You from the wombs of plants. You loved at first. And we will play church. And I will feel just as empty as before. Except I'll be able to keep You this time. And stop guessing what You are. Jesus in the shape of. A Roly Poly,. I would crush you with the weight of my fingers. King of Israel,.
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Of Arrowheads & Scissor-Tails: Coffee #1
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Of Arrowheads and Scissor-Tails. A Girl Named "Oklahoma". Saturday, February 18, 2012. Corners of my mouth. Discreetly sipped away the excess;. Sucked it up from the. That so often clanks and clamors. In my fumbling hands. The barricades of my. It was a bitter roast. It was a sweet;. It slushed through the crevices. Of the streets;. That met at the drop off;. Warm to the touch;. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up;. I savored it;. My tongue flourished,. Before it passed away. I inhaled the aroma.
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From Norman to Nashville
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From Norman to Nashville. Wednesday, November 3, 2010. It keeps us running,. Falling faster than the rain;. It was like the back of my hand,. But you're falling faster,. And I can't stand. And you knocked all my faith. Out of my hands. Run little boy,. As fast as you can. Run little boy,. To pick up the pieces. To heal and to mend-. To put it back together again. Posted by Autumn Jade Monroe. The Love We Leave. The Breath You Left. Slow this hurricane-It keeps us running,Baby-Falli. I am a bold Autumn.
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From Norman to Nashville
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From Norman to Nashville. Thursday, September 16, 2010. I'm scared to return to that tiny town. Where all the roads I've traveled down,. That made a mess of me. Perhaps in the days that I've been far,. The people have changed who they are-. And I'll have no sorrow to look upon,. When to that sad city. I sewed the seams. It seems to me,. Where it's song was in the air. Still east I roam. Until my bags are backed. And West is near-. I'll memorize these city streets-. Brought me back to me. The Love We Leave.
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Love Got Lost: I Believe You,
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Friday, May 14, 2010. I Believe You,. But I don't believe. I don't believe I did what was. And even though you say to me,. I did the best possible thing,. It doesn't take the sting away. It doesn't take the miss away. It doesn't give me that full. And so I'm without that-. So certain in where you stand;. Might get fed up with. I did the right thing. But I don't believe me-. I don't believe I was my best self. Though I was sure I was being. It at the time;. I wasn't my best. Than that he rejected my best.
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Love Got Lost
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Thursday, May 20, 2010. I saw you,. The other day,. And my heart raced,. But stepping aside,. I stood up straight realizing. I ended up better than you. Nothing "self righteous" about it. I did better,. And will always be. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Breath You Left. Passion and Picture Windows. I am a bold Autumn. View my complete profile. I've got a hunch, we'll be friends forever.". Iamjust.so.tired.Iam.justso.tired.I.am.just.so.t. Today I heard you slipped away. And I never got to.
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The House of Flora: Bowie National Park
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Sunday, June 30, 2013. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Of Arrowheads and Scissortails. Company to Keep You With. The Diary of Flora. Nothing North of the Mason Dixon. Something to Talk About. From Norman to Nashville. The Breath You Left. Passion and Picture Windows. I am a bold Autumn. View my complete profile. 160;Iamstandingonasmallpillar Andthatpillarismylife . 160;I had coffee with my friend Jared last week. Im . We can pray for a lot of things back But time is n. A Gross Northern Healing.
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The House of Flora: Time
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Saturday, July 6, 2013. I was looking through my best friend's facebook pictures and I found this today. This was me three years ago. I feel as though I have aged so much! I kind of hate it. That picture was back before everything happened. That was before the love came, and the hate, and the storm, and the sadness, and that was before my family deteriorated into nothingness. I think at one time, I was very happy in my life. Nashville was full of adventures. I wish I could turn back the clock.
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The House of Flora: April 2013
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Tuesday, April 30, 2013. Sunday, April 28, 2013. Off to Anchor Worship. Saturday, April 27, 2013. Meetings with Dr. Hester. In the past week I have met with Dr. Hester twice. He picked my brain and encouraged my honesty in a lot of areas that I rarely venture into. When things got real.he said the following. Normally I wouldn't share something so special with the world, however he was so uplifting, I cannot help but record it:. Yesterday I went to him desperately begging for help with a paper I am writin...
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The House of Flora: Dear You,
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Wednesday, July 3, 2013. I think you will be disappointed if you ever get here. I never think about you. I never picture your arrival. I would go as far to say: I have already stopped believing in you. Most of my friends say because I have already given up on you I show little faith in God. Some tell me I have a terrible attitude. I accept these accusations and to some degree believe they are both correct. "Love is risky, but worth it. I used to be a romantic; I mean. a romantic! I used to live poetry...
