Category: Writing
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Focused
The horns honkThe sirens blareAnd I do not care. The men gawkThe people stareAnd I do not care. The temperatures can conkThe weather may always be fairBut still I do not care. For nothing can knockMe out of this state, so rareBecause it’s for you That I care. -T~March 15, 2010 PS Not a great…
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Thoughts… (prose)
Nothing creative today, though my emotions run high still with love, laughter and joy. Sometimes I think I need to be pinched to shake me out of this state of bliss I’m in. Yet, the truth is, why should anyone want out of this state??? So, I’m writing a more personal entry today – not…
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My Constant
You are my north star as the Earth spins You are my sun as the clouds roll in You are my pillar as the ground moves and shifts You are my direction as the wind blows. It’s in your embrace I feel safe It’s in your hands I feel sure It’s in your eyes I…
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Contemplations on being academic…
I cannot access my regular blog while my usual computer is having surgery fixing its screen. So, this arena must suffice to carry my thoughts, which I prefer to keep separate from my writing – though I can’t really explain the logic behind doing that…. Lately, I’ve been considering the concept of being “an academic”…
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Disgusting Bliss
It’s as if… …I’ve been waiting all my life for you.…I’ve always known you deep within.…I’ve never really known love before. It’s as if… …you read my thoughts before I say them.…you know my heart without the words.…you have always loved me – and I you. -T~February 28, 2010
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The Angst
The writer longs for descriptionThe painter craves expressionThe sculptor aches for formationThe actor dreams of recognition and to what end? For whom do we describe our thoughts and feelings?From whom do we need to be recognized?For what do we desire to make form?For what do we gain recognition? is it to make the world better?is…
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Worthwhile
Sometimes I worry and fretSometimes I imagine what hasn’t happened yet. My heart still shudders at the memoryOf when you were away from me. And there are times when the fear sets inWill he still love me tomorrow…? But, then I see you and you smileThen I know all my worrying was not really worthwhile.…
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For Real?
Is this for real?A man who opens doorsA man who lets/requests that I go first? Is this for real?A man who tells me his thoughtsA man who shares his feelings? Is this for real?A man who is very masculine, butA man who appreciates style, quality and sense? Is he for real? -T~February 16, 2010
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Loving you Is an easy and natural thing to do. It’s as if you are a part of me And into my soul you see. I remember the day we met, You were intriguing and yet, My thoughts were only on friendship Someone to share the beach with for a dip. Anything more, I didn’t…
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On Being Found - Prose –
There was this person I once knew who used to worry about everything. She used to cry every night to sleep and wonder why it seemed that God really must hate her. When she became a free adult, she felt lost and confused about what she was meant to do in this world and then…
