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ann-witt
I'm freestyling with my words, remembering daydreams, sounds I've heard. Hope rises from deep inside my soul enabling me to release the stories I hold. There beyond my wildest imagination I can see it's possible to meet my expectation. Notes are playing, power is flowing. All around me the darkness is glowing. Stardust is falling from above gift wrapping me in a sea of love. What an awesome sight to behold watching my expressions formulate in gold.
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
Daydream Believer
Memories of time past are sauntering into view like sweet fragrant breezes, bursting gently against my cheek. It is that old familiar feeling. Drowsily my eyes close to drift rapturouly into the extemporaneous visits. Gold crusted streets lined in cherry blossoms filled with familiarities tickle my whimsy as shiny pebbles wink at me as if to say, welcome back. Splinters of once hopeful desires are forming to provide driftwood enabling me to float like whispers of an awakening sunrise, warmly rising upwards out of the cold. I'm enjoying a sweet escape from a heart burdened by ineffable lonliness. I'm coasting on a barren plain of sweet amnesia like the young girl at seventeen. http://youtu.be/f52dVN-5cWU?list=RDf52dVN-5cWU
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
Visiting Seventeen Again
Indignantly you threw me away as if I were cracked paper-mache. Inside my subtle creases my self-esteem was torn into a million pieces. Discarded items can come back into style. They require mercy lead by a compassionate smile. Someone new has mended my form with a solder enabling me to join an establishment of bliss, So, Mr. Perfect, I no longer miss your kiss.
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Lost and Found
Sometimes when we are in love, we give things we didn't know we possessed. He was an adept, blasé thief, who never thought twice about stealing my heart. He held it tightly in his hand, then threw it to the bottom of the deep blue sea. Now I'm a treasure for someone else to find.
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
Buried Treasures
Listen to my whispers deep down inside. Be still, stop trying to hide. Begin at this moment to stand up straight, believing that it's never too late. Hopes and dreams abound even when it seems the world is falling down. Make an effort, attempt to try and watch as angels bend to lift you high. That mountain will become an invisible force once you set sail on a different course. This is your time to shine. Peel off the fear, open your mind. Heaven is here by your side so buckle up for an adventurous ride. Dare to fly my beautiful one. It's time you had some fun.
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
It's Your Time
Dimly lit, the room holds a flavor of cigarette smoke. It's an arena where unconnected spirits imbibing in a pretense of swaggering fantasies is beginning to overflow. This scene is not a menu for the epicurean, but rather a respite for lonely hearts to dine on chance encounters. Every weekend night, they sway to the music, playing musical chairs; and hoping they are not left out of the game. It's the last call for tonight as the intoxicated souls begin to fade out of sight.
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
Last Call
She just bought a new black cadillac coup de ville to accessorize her residence atop the hill. She always said she would climb to the top because her dream was latex-coated and would never pop. Her eyes were always fixated on the prize. Now her success comes as no surprise. From abject poverty she arose into a luscious garden that only grows the most rare and exotic flowers in town whose aromas draw everyone around. Her flair and magical style can charm and beguile the most rebellious causing them to be oh so jealous. Never trample the little flower because someday its presence will wield great power. The one you least expect to succeed will be the one chosen to lead.
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Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC
Anything is Possible
Upon entering the orchestra pit to take my chair, I noticed someone else was sitting there. My ressentiment was without notes; therefore, I was unable to emote. With my head hanging down, I felt chagrined because no one would allow me in. Up the dark streets I began to walk, pondering my dreary thoughts. What had happened to cause this rift? Perhaps I never possessed a gift. The playing of the music was sublime but maybe it was just imagined in my mind. It's very quiet and lonely on ths block except for the ticking of a clock. The time has come for me to step outside the fray and determine if there is value in what I have to say.
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Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC
She Stole My Chair
White silk cascading a bedrock of black pearls descending into a turquoise pool of equanimity in a yawning valley, a picture album of beauty. I was a naked dandelion standing alone. You picked me up then blew me away. All that's left are footprints of a master manipulator.
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 6:26 PM UTC
Just Another Casualty
Squandering time chasing snowflakes has resulted in the melting of my dreams. Ripened pears that hung on tres like teardrop earrings were never tasted. Their delicious sweet liquid evaporated into shriveled up hopes. Exquisite formulations of fecundated seeds were not harvested. A garden of splendor was left unattended. Blankets were not dispensed when the coldness crept in. A cradle once filled with monumental potential has fallen from a mighty redwood. Consternatin now serenades this withering prodigy.
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
Withering Prodigy