noon time and other sorrows
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it's all about me. tags. and mememe.
well...it's become a trend now...jump in...! or not, if you don't feel like it. the tag is the most casual of wattpad activities...
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oceanswing
i know who i am. and i know who i do not want to be. i am easy in my own skin even while i struggle. i am anything but perfect, but that is okay. and i love the ocean. many of these have something to do with that. i also love people who live there. the rest of these have something to do with them. some have nothing to...
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body
my personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me
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parallaxis
parallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an apparent shift in the position of an object, such as a star, caused by a ch...
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shapes shift
i love the challenge of form poetry, especially the invented poetry types. it excites me to see what my words do to a form and vice versa. i love my personal stamp on it, because there it is, no matter what, one's very own distinct voice. i have wanted these in a separate collection for a long time and here it is.
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love letters from ruby
One cannot always tell what it is that keeps us shut in, confines us, seems to bury us, but still one feels certain barriers, certain gates, certain walls. Is all this imagination, fantasy? I do not think so. And then one asks: My God! Is it for long, is it for ever, is it for eternity? Do you know what frees one from...
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that japanese poetry
a place for all that japanese poetry i love so much and plan to write lots of 221017 - (and suddenly this is not only a japanese poetry collection anymore)
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of zebras
of zebras - the love collection here, when i say i never want to be without you, somewhere else i am saying i never want to be without you again. and when i touch you in each of the places we meet, in all of the lives we are, it's with hands that are dying and resurrected. when i don't touch you it's a m...
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laid
chick: am i a people? chicken: no, you're a chicken chick: do chickens come from people? chicken: no. chickens come from eggs. chick: are eggs born? chicken: no. eggs are laid chick: are people laid? chicken: some are. others are chicken anyway, these are some of my eggs...
