writing
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storm
the gathering clouds encroach, upon the fairest blue, the darkness starts a swift approach, a sinister, swirling stew. lighting burns across the sky, thunder clatters like old bones, the cold cascade plummets from on high, as the wind snarls and moans. and though the weather is wild, I am safe behind my window, to my Continue reading
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swish
it begins with a droning noise to summon me forward, wheels locked into place, windows closed, the dreaded swish, swish begins eyes shut tight, knuckles clenched so hard they turn white, slick, blue tendrils spin and slap against my fortress, in a vicious, soapy barrage, over and over I pray for the torment to end Continue reading
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morning sky
the day begins in darkness, and so too shall it end, but on a fine spring morning, it’s a lush, illustrious blend, the pink represents promise, the orange, a bright prospect, the blue is quiet calmness, like a moment to reflect, the sun is just awakening, in a newborn, golden glimmer, and gives the morning Continue reading
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dentist
there is something wrong with Celine Dion singing, as your gums are stabbed. Continue reading
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raccoons
a dozen raccoons crossing this busy freeway met their sad demise (popped into my head while driving down an unfortunately roadkill-heavy highway this afternoon 😢) Continue reading
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Cup of Sun
I will consider each new day, a fresh chance to begin. Like a little piece of sun, brightly blazing deep within. I shall turn to face the light, and revel in the glow. The world may cut me down, but ever, I will grow. Continue reading
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april
Like many who are born in spring, I want to live life in full bloom. If to my petals, snow should cling, I shan’t succumb to wintry doom. The rain shall tumble from the sky, but beneath it I shall grow, even through grey skies, my hopes still fly, Til golden sun sets them aglow. Continue reading
Frostwritten 