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Make Me a Believer | Wild Heart Scribe
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Life, love, and the pursuit of things lost or longed for. Make Me a Believer. Nothing has changed…. Everything I give to you. I give from the abundance. I am genuinely imperfect. Can stop my flow. I wouldn’t turn the knob. I would seep under. I would bleed through the wood. To get to you. No wall of fear. You can hide behind. Can keep me from finding you. I wouldn’t scale it. I would blast it to bits. To be with you. No river of regret. You can succumb to. Can keep me on the shore. I wouldn’t swim across.
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Awards | Wild Heart Scribe
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Life, love, and the pursuit of things lost or longed for. After receiving 30 nominations in a short period of time, I became quite overwhelmed with guilt at being unable to accept them because they are so time-consuming. So, for that reason I no longer “accept” nominations, but I readily accept the love behind them and am grateful for any recognition I receive. Received on April 7, 2013. Nominated by http:/ petitemagique.wordpress.com/. Received on March 15, 2013. Received on February 28, 2013. I nominat...
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On the Kitchen Floor in a Grimy Towel – Art & Terror
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A Coal Miner Collapses in His Cave. On Hell Off Earth. On Hell Off Earth. On Hell Off Earth. A Coal Miner Collapses in His Cave. On Hell Off Earth. On Hell Off Earth. On Hell Off Earth. A personal grasp for humanity. On the Kitchen Floor in a Grimy Towel. I need precision like a face needs eyes,. Like wind that can’t help but wrinkle,. I need reasons to erode the pounds. That drill bruises into my skin. Like you,. I have made the mistake of being too tired. I have let all the vegetables rot on the counter.
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Redress Me | Wild Heart Scribe
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Life, love, and the pursuit of things lost or longed for. Don’t dress me in this. With the prickly underside. That replaces the radiance. With what can’t be seen. Don’t dress me in this. Beneath the Belgian lace. That chides my childlike joy. With what can’t be spoken. Don’t dress me in this. Pulled through each stitch. That bullies my being. With what can’t be solved. Don’t dress me in this. This hang off me reaction. In the too tight sleeves. That crowds our conviction. With what can’t be sure. Enter y...
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Glassed Anticipation | Wild Heart Scribe
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Life, love, and the pursuit of things lost or longed for. Full forgotten glass of anticipation. Sitting on your bedside table. Waiting for you to return. Waiting for you to walk through the door. To rescue it from. The dust of the day. Settling on its rim. Beads roll down its side. Soon it will be. You carry it away. Unaware of the potent effect. You create within the glass filled with anticipation. You empty it like it’s nothing. Not knowing that it’s something. But the glass doesn’t mind. Mine, All Mine.
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When I’m Not Around | Wild Heart Scribe
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Life, love, and the pursuit of things lost or longed for. When I’m Not Around. I ache for another channel. To show you how it feels. To know you think of me. When I’m not around. Miss me when I’m gone. Wait for me to come back. Could show the paring down. Of an out of tune faded heart. Beating to a new time. As only crimson can. Would you get it then? Oils could show a stormy splashing. Of Spartan blacks and greys. Headed in no direction. With a placid lilac center. That is all the direction I need.
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Life, love, and the pursuit of things lost or longed for. Full forgotten glass of anticipation. Sitting on your bedside table. Waiting for you to return. Waiting for you to walk through the door. To rescue it from. The dust of the day. Settling on its rim. Beads roll down its side. Soon it will be. You carry it away. Unaware of the potent effect. You create within the glass filled with anticipation. You empty it like it’s nothing. Not knowing that it’s something. But the glass doesn’t mind. Enter your em...
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Love Is For… | Wild Heart Scribe
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Life, love, and the pursuit of things lost or longed for. Love Is For…. Love is for suckers…. Or maybe its for believers. Was I the sucker. Or was I the believer? Maybe I just sucked you dry. Or maybe you never believed. A futile tale –. Twisting side to side. Landing on its back. The low hung ceiling of. It is what it is. No princesses and princes. We all play our roles unaware. Until we are…. Is love lived…. By the suckers and believers. This entry was posted in Poetry. 3 responses to “. Mine, All Mine.
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Make Believe | Wild Heart Scribe
https://dmariedoucette.wordpress.com/2015/06/08/make-believe
Life, love, and the pursuit of things lost or longed for. I hear my mind call your name randomly throughout my day. And there is a part of me that hopes it skips along that. Invisible line that connects me to you. Hoping there is a line connecting you back to me. Wanting you to hear my yearning. Wanting you to never know. Wanting you to answer. Wanting it to all remain unspoken. A secret I can pretend to never whisper. So I never have to know you pretend not to hear. This entry was posted in Poetry.
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