joanne-fuda
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She collected men like hats, she would try them on see if they fit *alter her personality for a day or two* then, they sat on the heads of old teddy bears gathering dust.. One day she was a cowgirl, another a musketeer, an adventurer and just for something different *she covered her head completely*
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Jun 2, 2013
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The universe will provide / What a crock of **** / ******* ‘new age’ ******** just makes me sick
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Mar 29, 2013
13
I am drinking soy and wearing your jumper but this is not a story about jumpers.. It is about a mama's love.. Worry lines conflict with laughter lines but can't help being on the same face. We long to belong like a rubber band ball but end up untangling it all.. To our demise sometimes (eat more please). To yearn the unknown (yet known) from a deeper plane we play, like a game of chance a russian dance.. A wise man said "you cannot lose if you do not play" easy for him to say, his luck had its day. There are 13 fairies on our wall, one for family one for joy, one for laughter one for dance, one for sorrow one for chance.. Too many to name them all but mummy stapled them in so they wont fall!
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Apr 24, 2013
3am
3am again, its cold under the blankets. I contemplate getting up as I usually do, catching a buzz but it is cold, too cold even for bumblebees. I am tired, I wonder what it is all about *apart from being guardians for our children of course* The pain is searing from the ground up, it has to reach my heart *of course, this is why it hurts so much* I understand in an instant, you just wanted the pain to stop, like i do now. In a ball under the blanket, with only this hint of life radiating from my palm, bright too bright yet, I continue, it is better than cold - where did all the warmth go? At what point did it stop? The chemicals have run dry, the last tear drop, cold dead night Autumn night, my muse my lover. Cold under these sheets *the warm side taken up by my child* my faithful cat on my pillow gives me no solace, only more pain, I know he will die soon. Then, even the comfort of his heart beating softly, his paw holding mine, will be gone.. all of it gone! I reach out to you far away, I know you feel me, hear me, as I do you. For the first time I feel alone, Miss Independent everything is fine, soldier on gone! I want to feel warm blood in my veins, not cold, not pain. This wounded healer cries in vain. No point in wondering why, this must be how it feels. I understand why you wanted to die
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May 5, 2013
A Clear Picture
Ok this is me / I am above all else kind / But I can be cruel to be kind
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Mar 29, 2013
African Mango
you are my lifeline / in time with time / quickstep *tango*
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May 11, 2013
Alienate
Nuclear family just doesn't stick this old fashioned way has had its day.. Men without jobs, women holding the fort *Feminism what a wrought!* Children wondering where their parents are *whispering are we from Venus or are we from Mars ?*
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Apr 24, 2013
All you have to do is breathe
For this moment everything is ok, child sleeping, dogs sleeping, cats sleeping. The fire is warm, safe, flames flicker and burn like words, like song, like dance. In this moment everything is ok, you just have to breathe to live.. Words are like breath, imagine the first breath of words spoken, when all that was in a word. All is quiet in this moment of imaginings, the fire soothes my soul. My spirit moves with the flame.. I can see the fire spirits dancing, their essence is tamed but has a life of it's own.. Wild fire is tamed, just this moment *just for me*
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May 14, 2013
Another you
You could already be living the dream of another you *from a parallel universe.* Just as you are dreaming another reality *another becomes your reality.* On the other side of the black hole *we are the dreams of our ancestors.* They are our Creators
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Jun 4, 2013
Are there Angels singing?
Tears stain my face, with sadness and grace I talk to you in my head, you know everything now. Is it peaceful where you rest? Or, do you toss and turn full of regret for what you have done. Death does not become you. I guess you know that now
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May 23, 2013
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