Creative Meanderings

My ramblings and wanderings through life

Category: Creative Meanderings

  • You… Is it true?

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    You said you would be willing to tryWhen it comes time to say good-bye. You said you wouldn’t share,Does it mean that you really care? You’ve told me of your familyAnd I find myself listening to you happily. You allow for quiet moments to lingerProviding me with peace as I fidget with a finger. You…

  • Slowing Down

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    It’s because we’re adopted that we are rushing to love rushing to be loved rushing to fit in rushing to be accepted rushing to be known rushing, rushing before it slips away like our mothers like our fathers like our native land like our native language It’s because we’re adopted that we long to be…

  • Fresh

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    Each day passes taking me further away Yet a part of me wants to stay Close by just to see What might be. A look in the eye Brings a smile and a sigh For it’s quite a treat To feel something so sweet. What is this feeling? Is it too soon to be dreaming?…

  • Circle of Love

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    A soft whisper A gentle touch A sweet caress Is all that I desire. A pleasant conversation A sharing of hearts A feeling of trust Is all that I need. A step closer A heartbeat away A sigh of contentment Is all that I hope. I desire a subtle sweetness that encaptures passion. I need…

  • Omma Odie?

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    There’s a hole in my heart the shape of you.There’s a sadness in my eyes that match you.There’s a loneliness that fills my soul that is part of you. All my life I have tried to find the love you gave to me.All my life I have avoided my deep aching for you to know…

  • A Poem 2

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    What is this feeling?What is this fear?What is this I both desire and dread? My heart remembers the painMy heart still feels the woundsMy heart longs for love I ache for tendernessI ache for a soft whisperI ache to trust My spirit cries outMy spirit longsMy spirit no longer wants to go alone Who can…

  • A Poem

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    I haven’t had time to write on my story or anything, but lately I’ve been moved to write poetry again. It’s been a while … used to be something I did all the time and somehow I forgot or lost the poetry in my life. It seems it is starting to come back. I’m not…

  • Short Story Part 1

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    Lexi felt a sense of pure joy as she looked at the end of the aisle and saw the man of her dreams standing and waiting for her. As their eyes met, they both smiled knowing that this was the beginning of the rest of their lives. She smiled as she recalled that magical day…

  • First Rationale

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    My Japanese friend, her mother and I walk into a Coach store in New York City. Everyone is always very friendly in these stores because they want you to spend hundreds of dollars on their product – and I very much want to! As a nice lady introduced herself, she asked where we were from…

  • NYC – Thoughts 1

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    I arrived in the City on Friday after a 15 hour direct flight to Atlanta and then a short flight to JFK. Since arriving I have gotten my hair cut and highlighted, had dinner with a friend from grad school, spent the day with another friend from grad school by having lunch, getting soaked by…

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