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bee-ethel
bee-ethel
Mildly published writery type. / Feeds on intriguing imagery.
Crafted cleverness full of capriciousness a song to sing of solemn sailing ships a smile a laugh at little expense thoughts of many thoughts of few and more filling food and that which helps me sleep at night.
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May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 5:28 PM UTC
Pleasantries Are
The curve of a smile from a friendly stranger After chuckling At a Joe Pesci impersonation That probably wasn't even good. Thoughtful calculating looks Of agreed and understandable. Black shades and red hair mixed with such I've never been here before vibes for one not unfamiliar with cities. Softly excited at ships to explore The idea of being anyone more
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
The Idea Of This
Flashes of images Lasting paintings Things made of clay are Built up outside a door Dulled cement leads to the theater oldishly standing Decorated with neon lights Carpet shows the path forward Outside the theater... Shooting stars pass over head Showing the perspective of a bright trajectory Perhaps others saw these perhaps they once knew the findings of past ancients and things made of clay
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 8:40 PM UTC
Surpassing
hot hot cold cold drips through the old old sink sleep calls I cannot answer the phone, what crack and crevice creaks... creating an insomniac's symphony, pouring down hard-crazy-rain, dashes against the window's cheek, it strives to wake the dead, as I crumble further into the sheets, and feign a lifelike pose
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Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
When Sleep Is Far
long necked wanderer traveling across the savanna munching on the tallest trees your colors are plain though your patterns are unique
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Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC
Giraffe
dark and sifting strands crisscross the path they follow tussled to a grin
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
Strands
one day walking, i stopped and stooped, it looked almost fake, a bare touch, my shoe then suddenly, say forth, venturing without words, so much of black,yellow and blue, riding the wind where words have gone, flying forth and far above, what places have you been, how did you find yourself here? landing on your chosen destination, a drab and grey building, you are safe from other shoes, and still amazingly vibrant
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
Butterfly Ride
a ladybug in spacious blue splattering specks of red and black with miniature aerial stunts that speckle through uncaring air it takes a keen eye to notice a ladybug in spacious blue a tiny snippet of fancy in the otherwise simple sky whizzing past wonderfully so no trail or perfect plan concerns a ladybug in spacious blue her patterns flying forward fast unhindered by specks of debris fitting an insect debonair sweetly dressed for a world's party a ladybug in spacious blue
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
Ladybug In Quatern
a glass sits on her head remaining stalwart standing tall despite gravity and table decor of cracked crystal and a slender green bottle worn rosewood table holds up a slender green bottle and it's companion a stalwart piece of cracked crystal a glass sits on his head as he considers gravity and it's place at the table
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
A Life Of Variants
it was the candle-flame burning the wax low in the night showing the long shuffled way down the lingering stone path to the old sycamore tree which nearly eclipsed the roses that had been so neatly planted the palpable marble benches stood waiting for all who wished to contemplate the night sky and what it brought to mind it was the candle-flame burning the wax low in the night that was set down on a bench the casualty of contemplation is losing the mystery of questions she thought perhaps it might be better to sit watching as the candle-flame slowly burned the wax low in the night
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
It Was