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j-l-james
j-l-james
Wordsmith
Seeking shelter: From the cold of loneliness, From the rain of tears, From the heat of temper, From the frost of fear. When you find that shelter - Make it home.
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
Shelter
If I love you would you love me back, or would you conspire to put out my fire?
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
If
Social Media chops like a cleaver. A truth optional blade comes down to deliver clean edge fodder for others too pick and **** like carrion gleaners. A broadside to crush after the initial hack. Hold the handle with great care, and far away from you. Too heavy to wave about like a fencer's foil. Its damage is ugly and spreads like the spurt from a jugular. Social media chops like an unforgiving cleaver.
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Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
Social Media
Memories are like fire, they can execute or inspire, satiate cooked on a plate, deforest when filled with hate. Running like lava through varicose veins, embers smolder ready to ignite, or extinguish the remembrance.
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Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 7:11 AM UTC
Memories
In the dark streets of unhappy endings, where needles numb the pain in a dying vein. The missing and the lost light the skies as colours flash and dance, waving their goodbyes.
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
Street Wise
Rejection is an earworm Playing in your head, "Not here, not now." Sharpen the pencil lead.
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC
Rejection
Carry my prayer From this earthly place Through time and space To your infinite grace
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 7:59 PM UTC
Carry
Doing what we think is best In memoriam of the  once shared nest. Vanished love stained with tears, Over the head over heels years. Regrets remain so raw they peel Cuts ****** deep only time can heel. Empty now the heart beats on.
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Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
Divorce
This fragile body hosts an infinite soul whose human form may not be whole. What may appear a tragic rift is in fact a precious gift to those whose spirits are attuned. Extending our own body and soul to others is what we truly know. Often outside walls close in with loneliness and credit cards spread thin, as advocacy with officialdom weighs in. But nothing will change what you do, for this is what carers know. Each body hosts an infinite soul.
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC
What Carers Know
Dance like you will never dance again. For tomorrow is not promised. And if the music stops, you will find solace because you didn't wait until is was too late.
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
Dance