antoinettebrandtWhisper

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2012 - i picked myself up and flew awayHere is my rendition of “somewhere over the rainbow” this is my “song about hope” / I see blue birds fly far from here but those left behind will have the strength to cope. / Those baby birds will fly, fly away from the burning smoke. The dreams that we dreamed
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Aug 24, 2017
aarpIt has been more than twelve hours and I think the spell of his kiss has began to wore off. It's hard to deny a man who is fantastically powerful, good-looking, and smart. He could see right through my innocence. I keep looking at my cell phone, he has sent me one text, and I haven't replied. At lunch, with my boyfriend, I kept staring out into nothingness. I was sexually unsatisfied and stressed over work and bothered by my lover's lack of ambition. There is a painful handsomeness to my lover, and I would never sacrifice the love we have. But there are other loves out there with fatal results. Last night, I laid down in the grass next to this guy and gazed at the distant stars. Not being able to advance made him more desirable. That kiss was full of lust, unbridled lust. I am being driven mad at the thought of how much excitement it brought me. The whole experience was intoxicating. And I am scared that a bird will tell my secrets, i think a glowing white raven was in fact the stars, and he will tell my boyfriend that I was unfaithful. Even though, deep down, I have always realized this. It was my boyfriend, in the very beginning of our courtship, who fell in love with another woman, with unearthly beauty. She was enchanting, her icy blue eyes metaphysical and her touches delicate. I have always been able to feel with my empath powers when my boyfriend was attracted to someone else. It makes me sad that we are loved and flawed. That we are two creatures trying to live in love forever, with our hopes and aspirations and our wistful secret fantasies. I close my eyes, and turn the raven black for being a spy. I take his feathers and make a head-dress out of them. I ponder what our next encounter will be like. I think his ability to move one will be most impressive, and i'll watch him go like a fire unleashed in the heart of darkness.
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Aug 17, 2015
a poem for my cat!. / . / .
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Sep 6, 2015
athenasoftness. mushroom / stupor, hazy wine eyes. / she wants to get up to leave.
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Feb 16, 2018
awakeningshe wanted to scream onto a page to make a poem, it's been so long that things will never be the same, she wants to paint herself into the embodiment of forever. / she wasn't the same woman but she was, with scars that told stories, with tattoos that moved, not everything had a meaning but it did, that was a long time ago and this is now. / who she was before makes no difference but it's everything in the world to her now, to take back who she was, to reclaim, to restore, to feel like a phoenix and rise again.
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Feb 12, 2018
Cold Medicinethe authors make themselves welcome in my bedroom to console my aching heart. / I'm down with the flu stuffed up with my feelings for you. / It's better out than in when you spit it out,
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Feb 21, 2013
country roadstake me down / to the city / where I come from
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Feb 15, 2018
Dine in. / . / A car hopper runs down the drive-through to say Hey
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Jun 9, 2018
DoomFirst it was my throat. My lymph nodes were swollen. I knew it was a blocked throat chakra. / The words would not come out right, / The words would not come out at all.
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Jun 11, 2018
FaithMy eyes move over the broad hills / and feeding cows with little interest / what flows through me
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Jan 21, 2014
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