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#day-dreaming
Walking in the midst of dark shadows, In the silence through the meadows I feel disconnected from reality, Far from the world's true letality I'm somewhere in between worlds, A place without rules or rulers A place without good and evil Without any.... upheaval It is in this place that I can be, Be my true self, my mind set free Thoughts run free, like horses in a meadow In the midst of this dark shadow
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 3:57 AM UTC
The meadows of forbidden thoughts
Dear potential lover                  When you fall in love with me Make sure to love the way,                             my face dulls on gloomy days;                       like a rose in autumn.                                       And fall for my muddy brown eyes,               that take you to worlds with distant skies;     eyes like fields of adventure.                            My stretch marks, scattered simultaneously, like strokes of a brush set wild and free;         their colour of clouds with silver lining.        Fall for my unpainted nails, the plain sort     stubby, and cut almost too short;                     nails made for playing in the soil.                       Love my tummy, un-flat and not so lean,       the kind you don’t see in magazines;               a tummy with gentle hills.                                               Admire the way I look,                                       lost, snuggled up in a book;                               the way I stare at the trees,                                 my fine hair playing with the breeze;               love my excessive day-dreaming                       and my serenity on afternoon walks.               Dear potential lover: Love all of me;           My perfections                           and my imperfections               and my perfect imperfections.                    Shayma.                                                  .
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
Dear Potential Lover
Dear potential lover                  When you fall in love with me Make sure to love the way,                             my face dulls on gloomy days;                       like a rose in autumn.                                       And fall for my muddy brown eyes,               that take you to worlds with distant skies;     eyes like fields of adventure.                            My stretch marks, scattered simultaneously, like strokes of a brush set wild and free;         their colour of clouds with silver lining.        Fall for my unpainted nails, the plain sort     stubby, and cut almost too short;                     nails made for playing in the soil.                       Love my tummy, un-flat and not so lean,       the kind you don’t see in magazines;               a tummy with gentle hills.                                               Admire the way I look,                                       lost, snuggled up in a book;                               the way I stare at the trees,                                 my fine hair playing with the breeze;               love my excessive day-dreaming                       and my serenity on afternoon walks.               Dear potential lover: Love all of me;           My perfections                           and my imperfections               and my perfect imperfections.                    Shayma.                                                  .
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Temagami, Ontario. 1967 Take out wheat wafers, spread on thick cheese and crunch loudly. Wash it down with long cool swallows of Molson's. Sit by the window and watch the rain, smoking a cigarette and dreaming.   ~mce
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
How to Spend A Grey Day