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ruby-watson
ruby-watson
English "Keep it simple, keep it sexy or keep it sad" / ... hints my story :) / / Thanks for reading, Ruby <3 / / Reciprocation is advocated, feedback would be most welcome x / / Sound of the moment http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4-6Y_91v5I / play it loud ;~) / / [email protected]
with Each step    I've seen    the circle                         [& been seen]                                                     inside                                         and                                          out.                                               Caught in                                                   times of                                                       doing                                                             it... again                                                                                  "Oh, yes!"                                                                       (without a doubt)  .                                                                      .
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
Around
Sand to glass. Topaz and yellow blend, in fired isolation.              Can you see the beauty,or   only how much we are our island? Floating... unseen in an ocean.                                                                                     Swimming... in the filth  of flotsum and jetsum, (which constantly surrounds us) Sinking... into the detritus of lives staining this shoreline.             Drifting... with each swelling high tide. Chosen by the moon.          Drowning... left bereft and barren by such far flung lows.                                Barefoot, I've walked amongst the driftwood you left laying; Collecting all                         those pieces (bits you kept hidden), loves un-worshipped or love never given.                                              -Kept safely now-                                             in pockets of my salty flesh, being sweetly rewritten.      Keep an eye to the sky, and an ear to the waves of you're known. Perhaps, one day, you realise, (when the stars shine bright within your sextant)  - so I wait here,                                                      by this water wide -                                                                 with fingers and toes deep in our sand                              Until the sirens' call reaches you again,                                   and upon yonder watched crest you send a malia,                           from a soon forgotten land of words.
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Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 9:46 AM UTC
send me a boat named Cogitatióne (verbo)
Sand to glass. Topaz and yellow blend, in fired isolation.              Can you see the beauty,or   only how much we are our island? Floating... unseen in an ocean.                                                                                     Swimming... in the filth  of flotsum and jetsum, (which constantly surrounds us) Sinking... into the detritus of lives staining this shoreline.             Drifting... with each swelling high tide. Chosen by the moon.          Drowning... left bereft and barren by such far flung lows.                                Barefoot, I've walked amongst the driftwood you left laying; Collecting all                         those pieces (bits you kept hidden), loves un-worshipped or love never given.                                              -Kept safely now-                                             in pockets of my salty flesh, being sweetly rewritten.      Keep an eye to the sky, and an ear to the waves of you're known. Perhaps, one day, you realise, (when the stars shine bright within your sextant)  - so I wait here,                                                      by this water wide -                                                                 with fingers and toes deep in our sand                              Until the sirens' call reaches you again,                                   and upon yonder watched crest you send a malia,                           from a soon forgotten land of words.
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*Take the long route South, and linger... where shaded valleys seek horizons. Burrowing, amongst fragrant meadows, as soft breezes rise. *
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
when tracking fresh prints
Not many people noticed the box she carries in front of her. Undefined, yet heavy. Bottomless,  not deep. Only he ever saw inside - on that last day she ever cried. Knowing, made him turn away; He left her standing alone on the street. Waiting for the next bus, she never felt it start to                l                     e                         a                             k                               .
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC
... do you see her ***** dress?
*                              On                                 the                         flip side             of dreams,                      where               distance                                     is                                                                                but                                                                    a sigh... *
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Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
Toodle Pip!
Across grassy cliffs, on dark nights, let them stray far from the path they choose.
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Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
Just a Thought-Lest Drop of Their Own Making
Feathers bristle, as we sit too close on a single spindled branch, breaking. Each trying to outsing the dawn chorus.
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Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
Ruffled
For too long, have I stood on this edge; Cruel winds hollowing my back, tempting the beyond. For too long, have I stood on this edge; The Keepers' hand tight on my arm, tempting the beyond. For too long, have I stood on this edge; For the promised days' arrival, tempting the beyond.
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Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 5:59 PM UTC
when the edge beckoned
Holding tight to long shards of green; Loosened, the grassy cliff edge is too close. Scarlet wings, not quite mended
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Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 7:46 PM UTC
Sharpened Emeralds
Red, the cheeks match the breast, to brighten Winter Solstice.
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Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 4:06 AM UTC
Yule blush