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Julie Loves English: January 2011
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Poems from my favorite poets, Photo-shopped images/backgrounds that I created for some of them, poetry that I have written. This is a place for me to explore the beauty of words, poetry, life. It's my happy place. Monday, January 17, 2011. Still looking for a reason to believe. If I listened long enough to you. I'd find a way to believe that it's all true. Knowing that you lied straight faced while I cried. Still I look to find a reason to believe. Someone like you makes it hard to live. And He filled th...
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Julie Loves English: Lift your empty hands to HIM
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Poems from my favorite poets, Photo-shopped images/backgrounds that I created for some of them, poetry that I have written. This is a place for me to explore the beauty of words, poetry, life. It's my happy place. Saturday, January 1, 2011. Lift your empty hands to HIM. One by one He took them from me,. All the things I valued most,. Until I was empty-handed;. Every glittering toy was lost. And I walked earth's highways, grieving. In my rags and poverty. Till I heard His voice inviting,. Washed stones: a...
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Julie Loves English: June 2009
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Poems from my favorite poets, Photo-shopped images/backgrounds that I created for some of them, poetry that I have written. This is a place for me to explore the beauty of words, poetry, life. It's my happy place. Thursday, June 25, 2009. Pocket full of sunshine. Pocket Full Of Sunshine lyrics. Links to this post. Pocket full of sunshine. Sunday, June 21, 2009. LONELY heart so timid of approach,. Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips. To the faint touch of tender finger tips:. What is your word?
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Julie Loves English: January 2010
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Poems from my favorite poets, Photo-shopped images/backgrounds that I created for some of them, poetry that I have written. This is a place for me to explore the beauty of words, poetry, life. It's my happy place. Friday, January 8, 2010. There never was a mood of mine. Gay or heartbroken; luminous or dull. But you could ease me of its fever. And give it back to me more beautiful. In many another soul I broke the bread,. And drank the wine,played the happy guest,. But I was lonely, I remembered you;.
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Julie Loves English: April 2011
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Poems from my favorite poets, Photo-shopped images/backgrounds that I created for some of them, poetry that I have written. This is a place for me to explore the beauty of words, poetry, life. It's my happy place. Saturday, April 2, 2011. Veronica A. Shoffstall. After a while you learn. The subtle difference between. Holding a hand and chaining a soul. And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning. And company doesn’t always mean security. And you begin to learn. That kisses aren’t contracts. Can I Haz SL?
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Julie Loves English: September 2009
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Poems from my favorite poets, Photo-shopped images/backgrounds that I created for some of them, poetry that I have written. This is a place for me to explore the beauty of words, poetry, life. It's my happy place. Tuesday, September 29, 2009. I tell myself this is enough, but AZ is so far away. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Follow me on Twitter. We Are Your Friends (2015). Lessons from the Newest Generation of Writers (and Thinkers). Can I Haz SL?
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Julie Loves English: After a While
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Poems from my favorite poets, Photo-shopped images/backgrounds that I created for some of them, poetry that I have written. This is a place for me to explore the beauty of words, poetry, life. It's my happy place. Saturday, April 2, 2011. Veronica A. Shoffstall. After a while you learn. The subtle difference between. Holding a hand and chaining a soul. And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning. And company doesn’t always mean security. And you begin to learn. That kisses aren’t contracts. Can I Haz SL?
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Julie Loves English: It's too late
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Poems from my favorite poets, Photo-shopped images/backgrounds that I created for some of them, poetry that I have written. This is a place for me to explore the beauty of words, poetry, life. It's my happy place. Wednesday, June 30, 2010. You say you want me, and it's too late. Once my love for you was so great. But it's too late to love me now. You say you need me, and it's too bad. I know the feelin' and it's so sad. But it's too late to love me now. It's too late to love me now. I mean I loved the po...
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Julie Loves English: May 2010
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Poems from my favorite poets, Photo-shopped images/backgrounds that I created for some of them, poetry that I have written. This is a place for me to explore the beauty of words, poetry, life. It's my happy place. Thursday, May 13, 2010. Only until this cigarette is ended. Only until this cigarette is ended. ONLY until this cigarette is ended. A little moment at the end of all,. While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,. And in the firelight to a lance extended,. Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended,.
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Julie Loves English: June 2011
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Poems from my favorite poets, Photo-shopped images/backgrounds that I created for some of them, poetry that I have written. This is a place for me to explore the beauty of words, poetry, life. It's my happy place. Friday, June 3, 2011. What Lips My Lips have Kissed. Please don't let this be me:. What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet XLIII). What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,. I have forgotten, and what arms have lain. Under my head till morning; but the rain.