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AngeLeeeK: My Furious Fast and Fickle Friend

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Thursday, July 5, 2012. My Furious Fast and Fickle Friend. My Furious Fast and Fickle Friend. My cancer wanes so have your lend. While just as much with promise lies. To reach a hand toward disguise. My furious fast and fickle friend. When feeling fails try to pretend. So once the curtain falls you’ll see. Applause throughout your dynasty. For feelings fast and fisted tight. Turn jaundice in the lazy spite. Of Ungrateful men who lie to take. What she would rather not forsake. Into defeat your dallies bend.

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AngeLeeeK: The Breaking

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Wednesday, September 14, 2011. Lucretia Jansz, lovely, womanly, and married, if she were able, would have done the same. A silver shadow woman clutching the ship's taffrail, white knuckled and shaking, believing it might save her. Eyes as lifeless as the dead who she sincerely wished to join, Lucretia, like the Batavia, was left a broken woman. Entry by Angela Sidoti in the 2011 Random House Batavia Competition]. Angela Sidoti © 2011. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.

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AngeLeeeK: January 2011

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Saturday, January 29, 2011. Something soft, like a face held open. Something soft, like feeling hope again. A gentle word, an unknown phrase, an insight into things held close, sometimes too close. Something soft sees the possibility of all things given life beyond their likelihood so that they stand like great trees of chilli, bountiful, red and passionate. Through any season. Something hard, like hidden goodness. Something hard, like cultivating defence. Angela Sidoti © 2006. Kindness in the eyes of al...

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AngeLeeeK: Something Soft…

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Saturday, January 29, 2011. Something soft, like a face held open. Something soft, like feeling hope again. A gentle word, an unknown phrase, an insight into things held close, sometimes too close. Something soft sees the possibility of all things given life beyond their likelihood so that they stand like great trees of chilli, bountiful, red and passionate. Through any season. Something hard, like hidden goodness. Something hard, like cultivating defence. Angela Sidoti © 2006. Be Like a Tree.

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AngeLeeeK: Oh you faltering fake and unhappy ending

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Monday, February 14, 2011. Oh you faltering fake and unhappy ending. Oh you faltering fake and unhappy ending. Obvious, stated as a disclaimer, in italics and small in print. None the less there and available for consideration. By the careful, the paranoid, the clever. Not for me this small and ungrateful prick. In the trustful, luck-full, optimistic mind. For I am stupid and willing like a domestic animal. Stolen nature fighting the rule it is grown against. Thrown against, loaned against.

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AngeLeeeK: Self Control

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Wednesday, September 14, 2011. Self control is not calling out to your sisters in the street. Because it’s uncouth. It is pretending you are full because it’s rude. To take a second slice. It is pacing instead of picking up the phone. To call an ex lover. And not running away when they’re nipping at your heels. For the sake of composure. Self control is holding back tears that might avalanche. The biting of nails that substitute the hard spitting. And a million other things we swap and bargain over.

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AngeLeeeK: The Author

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AngeLeeek's most recent work of creative fiction before beginning this blog was a biography. She is attempting to rectify this by more frequently putting her imagination to a less illusionary use. She used to cry when she saw roadkill. Nowadays she just keeps her eyes on the road. Distance to closest Cinema: 4km. DIGS: People with passion, purity, vision, a strong sense of culture, and great compassion. LINKS to other work: http:/ angeleeek.weebly.com/. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I went to war My Love.

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AngeLeeeK: September 2011

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Wednesday, September 14, 2011. Self control is not calling out to your sisters in the street. Because it’s uncouth. It is pretending you are full because it’s rude. To take a second slice. It is pacing instead of picking up the phone. To call an ex lover. And not running away when they’re nipping at your heels. For the sake of composure. Self control is holding back tears that might avalanche. The biting of nails that substitute the hard spitting. And a million other things we swap and bargain over.

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AngeLeeeK: I went to war My Love

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Thursday, July 5, 2012. I went to war My Love. I’m back or you are. Where we left space immediate. With my bandaged head and my shrapnel shame. You see my eyes closed. Can’t share with you those shapes those lights. Or what I fell through heavy on my own. While you were gone friend. I marched to war with demons you don’t know. And battled with less stoicism than need. Now you’re back and here. I cannot share with you the failure or the courage. Which led the charge through a thousand.

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AngeLeeeK: The stomach cloud

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Thursday, February 3, 2011. Sinking like stoney silence. Running scared but not over. On a still, sunless day. Scarring as spoken sad. Cover a dense unrhyming word. Or eyes seeing nothing. Refracting with their light. A massacre of form. Angela Sidoti © 2011. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Oh you faltering fake and unhappy ending. View my complete profile.