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That was so cute! I loved it!!
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I loved the chachki of the present inside of a present for the future. Lovely story all around!!
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Thank you! Merry Christmas to you too!
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Thank you. I figured that the holidays are a roller coaster of emotions, so why not convey that.
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I work at a major retail giant. Yes, at one of those 'Marts' in a small town, where everyone knows everyone else. Although repetitive, yet very accurate, it is a typical holiday season in the retail industry. Children with their wide eyes oohing and aahing at all of the new "must haves" of the year, melancholic adults sighing about with lists longer than new tax codes who are trying to shop for the "perfect" gift, then there are those few individuals that are filled with the spirit of giving tha
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White Elephant Prompt Present Game #13 "You're not being sneaky. The little girl deserves the doll you saw her stare at, her eyes wide and her little palms clenched together under her chin. You'll just drop it off on their porch on Christmas Eve, just like Santa. You're about to sneak away, but..."
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I’m finished with mine and it is sent. He title is Best Christmas Ever. Hopefully it reached the newsletter in time. I’m excited and happy about this. 😁
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I don’t mind. Lol. I know Karma and she will pay me back!!
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I will steal #13!! And present #13 cannot be stolen from me.
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I will steal # 13!!
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Alone Memory recalls to youth; innocence, naïve, trusting, locked, closed in a booth. Hoping, crying, others lying. Life at home, rather be alone. Aunt lied, mother sighed, I cried. A pedestal dethroned, looking back, I tried. Through awkward adolescence, buried under work, school, drama. Dreaming of freedom, hence tropical weather, healing trauma. Young adult, choices many, however, I choose poorly. Out of the s
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Unknown Feelings Worst feeling, feeling of the unknown. Acceptance of things that are void? Yet, I accept love However, love full of uncertainty. First kiss. Sexy, scary, fun, terrifying. Blindly leaping into the unknown. Relationships. Your heart in another's hands. Dependent on both working, both unknown of the other's love. Dark, bumping blindly. Endless tunnel, walking. Everything unknown, unsure, unawar
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Dearest Love I know that I have not been easiest of people to talk to, yet, times have changed. So have I grown with you. Hard times, we have endured, fun times have been few, past events have imprinted, current prejudice against one another. I have been bottling emotions. Making talking to you like searching for Everest in a submarine in the Pacific. Tired of tension, stress, and doubt, of bitterness, anger, an
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Thank you. At the time, I was working through my feelings by writing, now the poem feels relevant and timeless.
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I appreciate the love!! This is was in my early twenties and away from home for the first time. I didn’t know how to express myself but through my writings. So the end result is this timeless piece, in my opinion! Thank you!!
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Questions What is love? Intense feelings between two people? How can a friend be so cruel as to try to change who you are? Why would a 'friend', that seen you blossom into who you are today, attempt to make you who you are not? Why would this friend point out things that are essentially you, twist them, making you shit? On your birthday? Only making themselves feel better? So conniving and disheartening, bri
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Thank you! Both @BlindAmbition and @MacGreg are correct that all the poems are connected by love. With All My Love, it is the promises made in the beginning of being in love. Seasons, is about how love transcends reincarnation from the beginning of theme until today and looking for that other half of your soul. Ride At Midnight, is about a love that right in intentions but not in practice. Finally, Faces and Places, is about how a place can remind you of a special moment with a loved one and those memories, no matter how great or tragic, are worth holding on to. Thank you both, I respect and admire both of you as authors and friends.
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With All My Heart You ask, "Do you love me?" All I can say is, "With all my heart." "But will you love me now, tomorrow, and always?" "With all my heart." "What if I were in bed clinging to life by a nail? Will you be there?" "Until warmth of your heart no longer pulses, yes, with all of my heart! With all scenarios and ifs, all of the doubts you have, will soon melt for I love you, with all of my heart!"
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I write because I have something inside that is clawing to come out and after I write it, edit it, let it rest, reedit it, then put it out into the world if someone likes it or hates it that is their opinion. If they comment on my works, I will review the piece, positive or constructive, and use my own judgment to edit the piece. I receive comments that have affected the reader and have been positive. Most of the time, my work is my voice and until you walk in my soul, feel what I experience you have an opinion only. So I write for myself, my family/friends, and allow the world into my world for the brief moment in time.
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Keep up the great work! And I would rather wait for quality than rush for quantity.
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Ode to Mother Earth Golden rays melting vibrant colors to darkness Cotton clouds become blackened wool Giant buildings slowly transform to dwarves Dancing diamonds tango with a changing pearl Trees, flowers, grass uprooting and reclaiming Concrete, cement, pavement kingdoms overthrown Air grows sweeter with every moment Ivies, vines, creepers begin their intricate weaving Over bridges, light poles, stores, restaurants Cars become homes for bugs,
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Love the story. It grabbed your attention with a new scene and a new character. One question is of Theo. What was said to Brittany to make her just turn and walk to the other side of the cafeteria? I enjoyed that Lucy being strong willed was able to withstand Darren's mind control. The other question is of the Cadillac, forgive my American ignorance, yet is it a 1961 black Cadillac?
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@BlindAmbition Thank you and I am glad that you are enjoying reading my poems!!
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Broken Wings My mind floats scenes of love. My heart pure as a dove. Loving you was never easy. Soul spinning, always dizzy. Living only for your kiss, knowing feeling amiss. Your heart in neutral. Love divided, I could not tell. My love had angelic wings. I dreamt exchanging rings. Uncertain of now and then, for now my wings broken. My love never questioned. Here, always mentioned. Singleness you
