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Making Space To Breathe. A place for words to go. when i'm listening. Nine and a half. February 26, 2014. For nine and a half;. I have hardly writ,. Barely cut and torn old papers,. I have not touched the work in my book. For nine and a half;. Though sometimes words have been heard,. I have not been urged to scrawl. Or scribble them with my pen. For nine and a half;. I have stepped on the stage. Only for stories long before sorted,. No pressing surge to tell my intimates or to transform in to another.
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Making Space To Breathe. A place for words to go. when i'm listening. Nine and a half. February 26, 2014. For nine and a half; I have hardly writ, barely cut and torn old papers, I have not touched the work in my book. For nine and a half; Though sometimes words have been heard, I have not been urged to scrawl or scribble them with my pen. For nine and a half; I have […]. November 3, 2013. October 24, 2013. October 24, 2013. July 16, 2013. Volcanoes waiting to erupt in taped up corrugated cardboard boxes...
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Making Space To Breathe. A place for words to go. when i'm listening. Newer posts →. June 11, 2013. Match, eyes set. Soon to be finished. With the Raji boy. June 4, 2013. Sell me a ticket. To your carnival mind. 8211; swirling lights, howling frights. 8211; the rush of the ride. Void, if torn or seperated. The fucked hearts race. Bodies pulsing, weave. Under golden threaded orbs. 8217;til, humanity succumbs. To the blood in our veins. Chaos of the stars. And the skinny whip of. A smirking ring leader.
Wild Plums | Making Space To Breathe
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Making Space To Breathe. A place for words to go. when i'm listening. Nine and a half →. November 3, 2013. The smell of rotted fruit. Left on the trees. The crunch of fallen leaves. Moving up this incline. This entry was posted in Poems. Nine and a half →. 2 thoughts on “ Wild Plums. February 7, 2014 at 6:51 pm. I love how I know this place. February 7, 2014 at 7:18 pm. I’m glad you do. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
Until Spring | Making Space To Breathe
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Making Space To Breathe. A place for words to go. when i'm listening. Wild Plums →. October 24, 2013. This seed you planted in me,. Grows ripe in my belly. Beating strong in its dark home. Splitting cells as the leaves fall. Suckling strength from my blood. It will stay warm there in the Winter. Soothed by hearts, hands, and hums. Until the snow clears and crocuses push forth. Tendrils of limbs and bright blossom eyes. This entry was posted in Inspirations. And tagged 4 seasons. Wild Plums →.
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RIP Fernand | Fragments of Retrospect
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Expressions from a decaying society. The Foolish Age →. Raquo; RIP Fernand. August 14, 2016. When accompanying a friend on his last journey, the heart weeps incessantly. Words cannot console a mourning friend. Between us a distance so small, yet our friend is slowly enclosed by walls of earth. All one wants in such an instant is to join him, notwithstanding the consequences. Farewell, friend. To think, that Fernand is dead. To think, that he’s dead, Fernand. To think, that I’m alone behind. To the health...
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March | 2016 | Fragments of Retrospect
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Expressions from a decaying society. Monthly Archives: March 2016. March 29, 2016. From grayness into silence. In need of battles. During the winter I was in the belly. Of the big house. Which had thrown its anchor. Northward among the reeds. The summer half naked. That my satiated uncles. Had stolen my Far West. The women in the kitchen. Where I dreamed of China. Grew older with each meal. The men by the cheeses. Wrapped themselves in tobacco. Bourgeois, taciturn, and wise. And did not know me. It wasn&...
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Expressions from a decaying society. Monthly Archives: August 2016. August 14, 2016. The foolish age, that’s at twenty flowers. When the stomach burns of hunger. When we think we wash our hearts. While just washing our hands. When our eyes are bigger than our stomach. When our eyes are bigger than our heart. When our heart is still too tender. When our eyes are still full of flowers. But we smell the lucerne fields. The smell of drums badly beaten. That we feel the cooled clarions. The golden age is when...
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A Manner of Speaking | Scribbling in Color
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Words mean only what you let them. A Manner of Speaking. The word hangs,. Like mud thrown in slow motion. From a passing car. And the driver couldn’t care less,. Of the monument to ignorance he erected. The statue begs to be corrected,. Does he even know what it means? It’s used in so many contexts,. I’m vexed, befuddled, confused,. Not amused in the least. At the ways the word is used. And it’s a stain on her name,. A pain that may not be seen from without,. A pain within this word that hangs,. Address ...
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When Silence Was Better | Scribbling in Color
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Words mean only what you let them. When Silence Was Better. There is a moment that you can’t take back,. When fear rides atop anticipation. Through the currents of air. That navigate the room. It’s the moment when you set your jaw. With the intake of breath,. You commit. You open your mouth,. The moment when your breath rushes. And across your tongue. When. The tremors begin, and turn to vibrations. Moments when the words are released. And take to the air like caged birds,. Unburdened by bars,. No Friend...
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Reflections on a Cloud of Smoke | Scribbling in Color
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Words mean only what you let them. Reflections on a Cloud of Smoke. The smoker, the loud girls leaving the building, and anyone else watching would tell you that I passed right through it. They’d say I kept on walking, never strayed, always at least one boot on the sidewalk. They’re not wrong. They’re not right, either. I believe there are places and times where the universe bends for each of us and doubles back onto itself, like a unique bow tied with the ribbons of our lives. I believe when we hit ...
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Our Quiet Place | Scribbling in Color
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Words mean only what you let them. There is a story of restless hearts. The cold, granite wall. Every pore, every crevice. Betrays the love we cast about. I nestle beneath the forest canopy,. My skin prickling from shaded air,. And I watch; I listen. Memories scramble up the rock. Like shadows, cast benignly by the. Memories clatter back down. Like autumn leaves, becoming. Beautiful as they die. When I lean close enough, I can. Hear the whispers in the stone. Our secrets put to melody. Next post →. Liter...
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Darkest of Jungles | Scribbling in Color
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Words mean only what you let them. There is a crack in my foundation. There has to be;. I refuse to believe that I left myself open. Somehow a seed found its way inside me,. Wriggling through the crack,. A seed of unrest hoping to grow. A seed isn’t something you notice. Small, insignificant it’s something. You overlook. It’s masked. Even a sprout can find a way to hide,. Lost beneath the broad leaves. Of our other emotions, curled up. In the shadows. A vine is harder to miss. That once sheltered it,.
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A Heavy Dose | Scribbling in Color
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Words mean only what you let them. Like weary autumn leaves at dusk,. My eyes battle hopelessly with time. Alas they flutter peacefully,. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window). Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window). Click to print (Opens in new window). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). Next post →.
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THE MAKING SPACES PROJECT. Friday, January 27, 2012. So long, farewell! Making Spaces was privileged to have played a part in the dynamic. Initiative and we are forever grateful for the opportunity. For all who contributed to making this empty space a creative one, we thank you! Posted by Making Spaces Marketplace. Wednesday, January 11, 2012. Our time with Pop Up Parramatta has come to a close. We would also like to thank all of the designers who have committed to trading with and promoting our shop....
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The Summer of Getting Healthier. June 29, 2014 in fun. The past school year has been intense (see lack of posts here for months and months as partial evidence). Now that it’s summer, I’ve decided to get healthier. It’s a multi-pronged approach:. 1 Food: I eat Whole30 most of the time (google for more info) – it works for me. 2 Exercise: re-starting after a long time off – I have nowhere to go but up, eeps! 3 Massage therapy: releasing muscle and emotional tension all in one go. 6 Fun What’s that? I’...
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Making Space To Breathe. A place for words to go. when i'm listening. Nine and a half. February 26, 2014. For nine and a half;. I have hardly writ,. Barely cut and torn old papers,. I have not touched the work in my book. For nine and a half;. Though sometimes words have been heard,. I have not been urged to scrawl. Or scribble them with my pen. For nine and a half;. I have stepped on the stage. Only for stories long before sorted,. No pressing surge to tell my intimates or to transform in to another.
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