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crazy-daisy
crazy-daisy
I came for the food and decided to stay. / I write when the mood strikes. / / "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on"...Robert Frost
Every night I used to sit by the lake and listen to the loons Their song was so sad but its beauty touched my heart As the sun sunk slowly into the great mouth of the lake I felt blessed being part of it all As night came on slowly I prayed for one more day hoping that if this was my last I did it right
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 5:44 PM UTC
Every Night
I watch lazily from my hammock as the fiery red orange sun sinks into the horizon and night falls down upon my head as the warm breeze caresses my skin the hibiscus are swaying dancing to the tune of the earth the smell of Tom Yum Goong (spicy shrimp soup) fills my nose my belly rumbles uncontrollably distant music and little voices sipping on Nam Dang-Mu Pan (melon ice drink) S̄ìng thī̀ dī thī̀s̄ud thī̀ c̄hạn khey thả k̆ khụ̄x kār ŷāy pị yạng pratheṣ̄ thī̀ yxd yeī̀ym nī̂ h̄nụ̀ng thī̀ p̄hm thor h̄ā thī̀ b̂ān translation: The best thing I ever did was move to this wonderful country, the one I call home
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 8:51 AM UTC
Living in Koh Samui
I sit upon the ocean and the waves they comfort me the salty air in my lungs and the sun bronzing my skin I look deep into the water and wonder would anyone notice if I slipped silently into the blue and became a mermaid swimming fiercely into the tides my long golden hair fastened with seashells of abalone my naked chest adorned with sea emeralds and white pearls around my throat I would sit upon the largest rock and sing until all the men were mine....
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Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
Ocean Blue
such a tiny town with slim ***** streets children playing in the rain their clothes ragged but their smiles pristine old men with their toothless grins telling stories from the past old women sweeping with straw brooms yelling at the neighbors dogs babies cries heard through an open window and the smell of fresh bread in the air I love this tiny town
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
Tiny Town
the ticking of the bedside clock ringing in my head as I dream of better days when you were my "jack of all trades" those lazy days of summer floating endlessly on the cool rivers swirls toes in the air and your laughter made my belly quiver as we drank wine under the blue velvet sky
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 8:06 PM UTC
Lazy Summer
I watch the rain as it washes away all the sidewalk chalk the smeared paintings floating away in a stream of beautiful color a vibrant rainbow on a rainy afternoon fuchsia pink swirling around my naked toes children running and laughing in the hot streets the smell of fish and spices makes my belly rumble hot white rice upon a bamboo plate an old woman scooping boiled fish and smiling her toothless smile her soul filled with liquid sunshine as we sit cross legged and laugh like kids
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 8:49 PM UTC
Thai Afternoon
Tie-dye nights and cotton dreams nothing in life is like it seems your eyes are green and your heart is black this smart girl ain't coming back
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
So Gone
I scratch a couple of lines on a old notebook cover about a beautiful girl and her soon jilted lover He stays out so late til the break of dawn the jumps into bed with his britches on he smells like beer and farts in the air pulls the covers over his head like he doesn't care his phone is open a new girl on speed dial she finally caught him and starts to smile she packs his bag as he snores away he has to go he can not stay grabbing him by the ankle she pulls him to the floor tells him to get out holding open the door he stumbles out into the grass "STAY OUT" she yells "YOUR'E SUCH AN *** he takes off quickly in his fancy car got nowhere to go he heads to the bar he tries to call her she's done with him his chances with her are rather slim he made his bed it's where he'll lay that's what happens when you try to play
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
Step Off *****
Warm paint upon my hands the canvas calling to me my hands trace the fabric leaving memories of you streaked across the white I chose black first of all for your deceitful heart and red for my fuming anger the last color I choose for this horrific masterpiece is blue to represent my never-ending regret
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Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
Painted You
the jagged ice in his heart gave way to the warming of her sun the poison in his veins gave up to her smile, the simple antidote his sadness deep inside gave validation to her departure his broken mind gave away his greatest gift her
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Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
Her