un corazon callado
y una boca
que no hable las
palabras silencias.
Basta soledad.
Basta noches con
un corazon callado
y una boca
que no hable las
palabras silencias.
Basta soledad.
un corazon callado
y una boca
que no hable las
palabras silencias.
Basta soledad.
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Sweet cold creaminess
with Frasier Crane on t.v.
means perfect Thursday.
with Frasier Crane on t.v.
means perfect Thursday.
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I am infected
by that disease called writing.
No milk will cure it.
by that disease called writing.
No milk will cure it.
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Red population
of adobe round houses
on my skin's pueblo.
Great sanguine gods flit
over the desert surface
and land: sacrifice.
Probing the ground-skin,
lifeblood flowing into face,
I am drunk up dry.
All that remain are
the red adobe houses
driving me to tears.
of adobe round houses
on my skin's pueblo.
Great sanguine gods flit
over the desert surface
and land: sacrifice.
Probing the ground-skin,
lifeblood flowing into face,
I am drunk up dry.
All that remain are
the red adobe houses
driving me to tears.
posted by Gwennifer at 10:13 PM |
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The decision to
be happy is made daily--
why choose to be sad?
The decision to
be happy is made in
unhappy moments.
The decision to
be happy is made when I
talk to God alone.
The decision to
be happy is made each time
I breathe in for air.
The decision to
be happy is one I made
just this afternoon.
You know what happened?
Once I made the decision,
happiness found me.
As simple as it
sounds, it blossomed inside me
like tender green shoots.
I am happy as
I write this. This choice of joy
is worth writing down.
be happy is made daily--
why choose to be sad?
The decision to
be happy is made in
unhappy moments.
The decision to
be happy is made when I
talk to God alone.
The decision to
be happy is made each time
I breathe in for air.
The decision to
be happy is one I made
just this afternoon.
You know what happened?
Once I made the decision,
happiness found me.
As simple as it
sounds, it blossomed inside me
like tender green shoots.
I am happy as
I write this. This choice of joy
is worth writing down.
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"Arise and stand forth,"
an angel said to Alma
one fine day in May.
"Why persecutest
thou the church of God?"
he wanted to know.
Alma became dumb,
so great was the power of
the Lord's ombudsman.
I hardly blame him.
When an angel says what's up,
you're going down hard.
an angel said to Alma
one fine day in May.
"Why persecutest
thou the church of God?"
he wanted to know.
Alma became dumb,
so great was the power of
the Lord's ombudsman.
I hardly blame him.
When an angel says what's up,
you're going down hard.
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Christina BevAnne
Britton feels the heat--what heat?
The heat of my arms.
Strawberries and cake
are the only sustenance
this girl needs to thrive.
Such beautiful songs
as "I Like to Eat" flow forth
from her poet's pen.
Is she a lady
or is she a scholar? I
posit that she's both.
Britton feels the heat--what heat?
The heat of my arms.
Strawberries and cake
are the only sustenance
this girl needs to thrive.
Such beautiful songs
as "I Like to Eat" flow forth
from her poet's pen.
Is she a lady
or is she a scholar? I
posit that she's both.
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A cat takes eighteen naps
a day. Between my four cats:
seventy two daily naps.
I wonder if cats
ever feel unproductive--
underproductive?
But, then again, a
bath taken wholly by tongue
is very hard work.
a day. Between my four cats:
seventy two daily naps.
I wonder if cats
ever feel unproductive--
underproductive?
But, then again, a
bath taken wholly by tongue
is very hard work.
posted by Gwennifer at 3:03 PM |
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Yo hablo Spanglish.
Si puedo comunicar,
I'm going with it.
Si puedo comunicar,
I'm going with it.
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Wind whips my skirt as
I walk in the spring sunshine,
constricting my legs.
Hair is a tress nest
that obstructs my vision and
gets inside my mouth.
Green grass lies down flat
and birds veer off course as Earth
exhales more breezes.
The noon light is full,
but the strong gusts are too cold
for the warmth of May.
It is days like this
that give me a mind to fly
a kite I don't have.
I walk in the spring sunshine,
constricting my legs.
Hair is a tress nest
that obstructs my vision and
gets inside my mouth.
Green grass lies down flat
and birds veer off course as Earth
exhales more breezes.
The noon light is full,
but the strong gusts are too cold
for the warmth of May.
It is days like this
that give me a mind to fly
a kite I don't have.
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To run through the thick
twilit air as the sun melts
is my Maryland.
twilit air as the sun melts
is my Maryland.
posted by Gwennifer at 6:31 PM |
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Some silence is gold.
Others are because you can't
remember the words.
If I were fearless,
I would speak regardless of
the words that I lack.
I'll try harder to
see the people instead of
my fear of silence.
Others are because you can't
remember the words.
If I were fearless,
I would speak regardless of
the words that I lack.
I'll try harder to
see the people instead of
my fear of silence.
posted by Gwennifer at 7:57 PM |
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