Tag Archives: 36 years old
891 [01 February 2017]
As the worrisome changes affecting the country of my birth continue to increase the volume, a way to ride out the frustration is to channel it to other pursuits. Thus shall I focus my talents on illustrating what mine eyes … Continue reading
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890 [01 February 2017]
There is hope. Nestled, quiet, in the darkening skies of our country’s binding. It is there on the edge, a tiny beacon amid the chaos, flickering in a constant heartbeat of warm light. It is in the eyes of those, … Continue reading
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889 This Country is Chaos [31 January 2017]
This country is chaos, years of division igniting relentless distrust and fear “Be afraid of this”, “This could happen to you”, “You could lose everything”, resulting in the uprising of the extreme, of protect our own when it should be … Continue reading
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888 [29 January 2017]
Once I was afraid, fearful of letting someone, anyone, into the catacombs of this heart, the many twisted roads of this mind. I pleaded with the universe to show me, to prove that Love, Love in all its multifaceted existence, … Continue reading
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887 [07 January 2017]
So young was I then, so naïve, so desperate to believe that there was some place I could belong. It took a decade or more for the truth to gut me on the floor, slowly and jaggedly, looking up at … Continue reading
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886 Intimacy [23 December 2016]
Whole I may be even as single as I am, there are many times throughout the course of a day that I muse upon the experience of knowing someone else’s habits nearly as well as your own. How they like … Continue reading
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885 True Bondage [23 December 2016]
Your hand across my neck is like a brand upon my hip. The collar I wear a physical manifestation of our bond. The chains you hold, the welts on my buttocks, like the whip you wield, to the rope that … Continue reading
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883 [20 December 2016]
Is it you that this feeling grows for, or is it the idea of you? Does the affection flowing through me occur for the blood and flesh version of you? Or does it course through my veins based on the … Continue reading
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882 [20 December 2016]
There are days I wish I could be someone, anyone, else. If only so you would look at me to see someone you would want in your part of the world. That wish lies at odds with my goals, to … Continue reading
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881 [18 December 2016]
If I could give you all of me, I would try. If you would accept all of me, I would fall. © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017
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Song in the Silence 