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 May 2014 Fah
EarthGurl2004
You're right you don't know me anymore and obviously my text messages which leave a lot to ambiguity and interpretation  aren't sugar coated enough to show that I do value and love and appreciate you
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You're right you don't know me anymore and obviously my text messages which leave a lot to ambiguity and interpretation  aren't sugar coated enough to show that I do value and love and appreciate you
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You're right you don't know me anymore and obviously my text messages which leave a lot to ambiguity and interpretation  aren't sugar coated enough to show that I do value and love and appreciate you
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message I tried to send to my mom before she cut my phone off
 May 2014 Fah
Brycical
New York Sun Editor John B. Bogart once said
When a dog bites a man, that is not news because it happens so often. But if a man bites a dog, now that's news.

I think the same could be said of life,
at least, mine anyway.
Don't worry, I'm not going around biting dogs,
but I am living it up as if my life were a story,
because it is, otherwise, I'd be bored.  

But, if it were up to my parents,
I'd be working some dead-end desk job
at some marketing firm shilling packaged bread
so I could pay off my student loans,
own a home, get a wife & make enough dinero
to march to retirement, just like everyone else.


Same 'ol story.
Dog bites man.


Isn't it more exciting to read
about a roving poet skipping around
the world from Cairo to Toronto
occasionally stopping to smoke on beaches
all the while meeting people
who seem like they're from a different dimension?

I'm not saying I want a book written about me,
but... if one should be in the works,
I know it'd be a real page turner.

Although, most in my generation has been told
we're all unique and special;
getting participation trophies in baseball
& ribbons for being in the spelling-bee,
yet we're all also told, or rather it's highly suggested we
follow suit & get in line like our parents & grandparents did,
continuing their stories of countless wars and conformity.


Same 'ol story.
Dog bites man.


But nobody will read all these identical stories.
That's part of the problem with people,
only a few are living like they have a story to tell
while most fade away in some gray apathy hell.

Well, my brothers and sisters,
I can only frame it to you this way,
if you had a choice between reading the headlines:
Person Does What they're Told Until Death
or
Person Dies in a Skydiving Sound Circle **** & Bake Sale
which story are you going to read?

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to make some magic brownies
because I'm late to my skydiving ****** education lesson.
live
 May 2014 Fah
anonymous
I stand right before your eyes yet you still do not see me and I speak my mind and my soul yet you still cannot hear me then as I scream and shout you refuse to even listen. I give in to the option of giving up but as I am starting to put myself down you begin to pull me back up and I don't understand what the concept of this idea really is. I see that you want me to leave but when I leave you silently beg me to stay and now I cannot even think about how our love works but somehow it does. and what's keeping me alive is the fact that no matter how hard the waves crash the shore that is what the seashells live to see and no matter how much the people love the sun it will never compare to how the moon dies every night for her to keep on shining.

*a
our love is something that I am slowly trying to understand
 May 2014 Fah
Pigeon
Lovers
 May 2014 Fah
Pigeon
I have broken every rule with you
For we have not kept our hands (or our hearts) to ourselves
 May 2014 Fah
b for short
I'm the kind of girl
who converts heartache into
premium whoop ***.
© Bitsy Sanders, May 2014
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