Monthly Archives: October 2016

0077 I Lost my Love. . . [24 August 1997]

I’ve lost the love of my life To his dreams. His goals were good, But the result is my agony. He was a man Who loved any challenge. This time the challenge Was mightier than the man. Never again was … Continue reading

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0076 I Dream [24 August 1997]

I often dream, Of a time, In the future, And so far away. Of myself in white, That cascades behind me, In a waterfall of cloth And a veil, covering my face. I am beautiful, In this dream. With dark … Continue reading

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0075 White Horses [23 August 1997]

Shimmering in the moonlight. Dreaming while they sleep. Perfect white horses running through their dreams. Perfect white wings, lifting them high in the starlit sky. Seeming not of this earth, their pureness and innocence a breath of fresh air in … Continue reading

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0074 The Stampede [23 August 1997]

Muscles surging, power blooming, as the lightning crackled, and the thunder deafening. A myriad of color, of sweat and blood, all trying to get away from whatever ghost that chased them. Hooves throwing rocks, dust. Flying over the hills, and … Continue reading

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0073 The Sisters [23 August 1997]

One dark as night, Hair black as ebony. Eyes deep brown, And full of evening stars. Her sister as bright as day, Hair golden like the sun. And eyes blue as the sky, When the clouds are far away. They … Continue reading

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0072 The Midnight Ride [23 August 1997]

I was dreaming, One summer’s eve. Of wild wings And wild things. When I was awakened, By a rapping on my window. Yet no trees were there, Nor were there shutters. I climbed out of bed, So warm and comfortable, … Continue reading

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0071 Questions [22 August 1997]

Why do I ache so? Why am I the one Left standing alone Without a dance partner? Am I that ugly? Am I that stupid? Do I smell bad? Do I disgust you? How do you think I feel? Would … Continue reading

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0070 A Longing of Mine [22 August 1997]

I have suffered Far too long. For I dream nightly Of men who love. I am almost eighteen And have never been kissed. I have never been asked out Or asked to dance. I long for a kiss, For a … Continue reading

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0069 These Dreams [20 August 1997]

Dreams. Windows into the future. Memories recalled in the night, fears revealed, before unknown. I encounter many things in the dead of the night, when my heart is slowed, my brain dormant with thoughts. Yet at this time, of usual … Continue reading

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0068 The Storm [20 August 1997]

Trembling, frightened, I stand alone. The night closing in. The storm’s fierce winds Whipping my face with wet hair. The thunder rumbles, Chasing its lover lightning, And giving me chills As it vibrates The very ground I stand upon. Even … Continue reading

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