For every light that fades,

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2009-09-30T06:31:34Z

To gaze upon him is to see the night sky, his glowing heart as full as the moon. To stare into his eyes is to see falling stars - blink, and they pass all too soon. Night is never as empty as it seems, not when looking into bright eyes. Th...

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Am I Wrong?

2009-07-21T02:48:00Z

He has a passion that sparks my own in ways no one else has, an intelligence that challenges me, and a creativity that thrills my imagination. He is the open book that keeps me guessing, an engaging read in any genre. With every page I am fascin...

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Unprotected

2009-07-16T04:27:26Z

My eyes used to be covered, my ears rudely blocked, my tongue carrying a barrier of sound to block what I can never allow into my brain. Images, sounds, words - these things I cannot erase. Kisses in secret, touches unseen by public eyes, caresse...

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Enough

2009-07-16T04:23:57Z

So I'm feeling much better after last night's rant - which was a bit scattered at best, I'll admit - and ready to report, now being of sound mind and of sound body. I had an experience online recently with a guy I vaguely remember from a vocatio...

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A Good Girl's Lament

2009-07-15T03:54:27Z

Here's an observation. Well, more of a rant from a very pissed-off virgin... Every man wants to be a woman's first - the one unforgettable standard by which others after him are measured...provided that he does his job correctly, of course. Som...

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Silence

2009-07-14T05:49:08Z

It started with silence – unceasing, loud, violent, unbreakable. Not a shard has fallen, regardless of the effort. Scream to the heavens, watch it reverberate in sonic waves and crash against the barriers. No control, no release, no chance of...

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Michael Jackson Lives

2009-07-09T06:22:08Z

So, not long ago I wrote about the still-shocking passing of music icon Michael Jackson, who died of a cardiac arrest at the age of fifty. I listened to his music fervently for days (and still doing it, in fact). In doing this I found that his hea...

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Recall

2009-07-06T04:29:40Z

The dreams are still there. It can't be helped, God knows how I've tried to. Lucid as the rain collecting in my hands, real as the wistful ache in my chest, the memory remains. Never truly regretful, but mournful by admission- my confession ...

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Michael Jackson: 1958 - 2009

2009-06-26T19:50:22Z

It's difficult to write this as I listen to his music. Particularly, the song 'Stranger in Moscow.' Of all the stories he's told, of all the songs I had been raised on, this one is his most revealing. The loneliness and solitude he expresses in ...

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Confessions of a Modern-Day Nice Girl

2009-06-24T02:30:07Z

Today I felt like screaming until there was no voice left. That's because today was one of those 'People Suck' kind of days. The two posts I discovered earlier (Ode to the Nice Girls and Ode to the Nice Guys) are a great example. The more I re...

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