Tag: memories


he says not your friend but he cannot fathom the depth of his words carved on stone “goodbye” my weakest point and i tremble at being alone even in my happiness tears well knowing he is gone —– I sincerely hope he finds what he is seeking. What he believes he needs. πŸ˜šπŸ˜‡

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ramble on

i may never meet such a man -again covered in satin words edged in diamonds born in his throat the fire sparked through never heard a syllable the rat-a-tat-tat -thunder our hearts beating faster he hides in my hair a stinger barette left behind to chew

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A Guy Called Bloke…

via Secret Journal Musings Learning to laugh (even if it is not hilarious because we were hurt) and not take ourselves too seriously, makes for a happy heart. Rory is taking our human fallibility and giving it to us as medicine. Thanks friend!! Life is too short to become bitter.

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Going to get all crazy on WP

9:10 am (Eastern time) Reading over Facebook Memories, lol 😝 and noticed a post from February 10, 2012. Sometimes Facebook can be a blessing. Yes? 9:19 am (Eastern time) Share past post and wrote an epilogue: Not sure I ever finished these thoughts on RISK… funny how my mom continually told me i was a…

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Power to Change

If only you could sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person. – Fred Rogers I vividly remember watching this show with my brother, 1975-1978.…

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Living out loud, learning to feel again paint the broken sky. You asked me how the jeans looked heading out -smiling on your way to find a girl grown -understanding the world. Impressions of yesterday cloak the sun, stars surface, then hide.

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