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The Sound of My Delirious Mind | Thoughts of Broken Dreams
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Thoughts of Broken Dreams. Welcome to My Mind. My writing. My thoughts. My mind. The Sound of My Delirious Mind. The sound of my delirious mind reaches to my smoke burned throat, leaving my words overly excited with the emotions in which my heart can not take for much longer. April 23, 2014. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out.
That Moment | Thoughts of Broken Dreams
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Thoughts of Broken Dreams. Welcome to My Mind. My writing. My thoughts. My mind. I think it’s that moment when you look into someone’s eyes; that moment when nothing can be disguised. When the window to your soul is all exposed, and nothing can control what is now disclosed. That moment when secrets spill out and your look tells it all,. I think these are the moments we learn how to fall. March 10, 2014. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Email (Address never made public).
Walking Paradox | Thoughts of Broken Dreams
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Thoughts of Broken Dreams. Welcome to My Mind. My writing. My thoughts. My mind. I am a walking paradox. I love the acoustic sound of the guitar accompanying one’s raw voice,. Yet I yearn to create the beat of the drums by choice. I am aware of the ticking clock creating a beautiful flower,. Yet become discouraged by the passing of the hour. The symbolism of the sky brings me peace,. And somehow it also brings me remembrance of my joy becoming deceased. I’m afraid to live, yet terrified to die. Post was ...
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Thoughts of Broken Dreams. Welcome to My Mind. My writing. My thoughts. My mind. January 30, 2014. The One Who Was Good With Words. I know I have mainly just been rambling throughout this whole post, but I guess the point is that I have lost confidence in my words. I wish I could get that confidence back. I wish I could once again be “The one who is good with words,” and I’m sorry that I am not always that person anymore. I miss that person. January 22, 2014. Sadness Is Not Beautiful. January 19, 2014.
Howard Thurman Quote | Thoughts of Broken Dreams
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Thoughts of Broken Dreams. Welcome to My Mind. My writing. My thoughts. My mind. Don’t ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is more people who have come alive. January 30, 2014. What the world needs. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out.
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Concealed Revulsion | TheThoughtsOfNeaGrigore
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If life's a drink then I'm still sober! January 1, 2014. So cold and damp within that room of stone…. Where monsters weep again over their human traits. Piercing your skin and flesh, residing in the bone,. Behind dark rings of truth where no respite awaits. Hello there sleepless monster! You whisper at an end. And then old, skin-tight wishes bristle beneath its skin,. It whimpers, backing off, licking its scars to mend. For all those shrieking thoughts combine into a din. This entry was posted in Poetry.
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Remorse | TheThoughtsOfNeaGrigore
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If life's a drink then I'm still sober! October 26, 2013. Your close is farther than my near. My now is soon for you towards never,. And after losing it’s quite clear. You’re not that kind nor are you clever. For scoffed and twisted tongues can swindle. The burning of the naked eye,. And gulp in haste the daily brindle. Not separating truth from lie. Your old shelf’s smothered in the cinder. Of countless fires muffled by the rain,. And maybe eyes are not the only tinder. A Mummer’s Dance. May 21, 2016.
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Contrite | TheThoughtsOfNeaGrigore
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If life's a drink then I'm still sober! May 23, 2015. So what’s amiss when alcoves steal your place? While cheekbones draw still figures in the dark,. What is that burning if it is not your face? And who’s that shouting if it is not your heart? Absently gazing far across the maze. Perhaps you dozed then trickled back inside,. A tattered fool too eager to amaze…. Morose yet fledged but weary to reside,. Within…your sanity benights the univited. It’s not becoming now to quiver in its sight,. May 21, 2016.
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Lining | TheThoughtsOfNeaGrigore
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If life's a drink then I'm still sober! May 10, 2014. Embrace the shadow of a brimming shelf tight. Then staple the bruises to the lining inside,. Seeking not of the end, this merely the bight. And reckon thyself as thy heart starts to chide. All the pleas of a hero who despises its praise. Flaying slices of truth from the brow of one’s mind,. Yielding not as most do to a sorrowful gaze. When the trenches are gone and the battle is blind. Should you trust all their mirrors with the promise of sun? Februa...
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The Clown | TheThoughtsOfNeaGrigore
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If life's a drink then I'm still sober! September 23, 2013. I don’t know why the shelf got so confused. When spoiled thoughts had banished clarity,. The bloody strings were stiff and then got bruised. Singing the song of silent harmony. But even silence echoes in the end. Savagely scraping varnish off the core,. Leaving no paint, no shelter of pretend. Only a hand of splinters on the floor. The tattered clown walks faceless through the crowd. His tricks are old and scarcely catch the eye,. May 21, 2016.
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Another Suit | TheThoughtsOfNeaGrigore
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If life's a drink then I'm still sober! February 4, 2014. No tortuous dream is cruel without a reason. Its sacred screams yet muffled by the mute,. Birth echoes lost inside the slate sky prison. Revealing lies, embroidered in your suit. Just stay awake and fumble through the clay. Of knitted days, aghast at what they sell,. A rusted shelf’s all that you have to pay. To be admitted to their private hell. And then your shadow withers in the dust. Of concrete temples brooding over rain,. May 21, 2016. Septe...
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Traders, Beggars And Thieves | TheThoughtsOfNeaGrigore
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If life's a drink then I'm still sober! Traders, Beggars And Thieves. May 18, 2014. Which one are you? There’s no respite – your marble hands are fading. From always scraping down against my door. And all this time – incapable of trading,. A shriveled heart has crucified the poor. Yet mirrors beg or steal, mostly the black and bleak. By shards or by a smile, worn as a charming gun,. For yesterdays of ember embroidered on a cheek. Make for a perfect rescue when all their light is gone. May 21, 2016. Walk ...
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Nea Grigore | TheThoughtsOfNeaGrigore
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If life's a drink then I'm still sober! Author Archives: Nea Grigore. May 21, 2016. The threadbare souls don’t clangor with the sway. Of mundane plays strangled by brittle looks,. They’ve got their present laid with bits of yesterday. And their bedridden shelves bestowed to phony crooks. Yet they’d forgotten how the cripple lent a hand. To hold on to the life the lawless mind conceived,. Albeit born in pain, there’s always left a strand. To bring feet to the shore the darkened tide bereaved. Pledged heed...
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If life's a drink then I'm still sober! February 4, 2014. No tortuous dream is cruel without a reason. Its sacred screams yet muffled by the mute,. Birth echoes lost inside the slate sky prison. Revealing lies, embroidered in your suit. Just stay awake and fumble through the clay. Of knitted days, aghast at what they sell,. A rusted shelf’s all that you have to pay. To be admitted to their private hell. And then your shadow withers in the dust. Of concrete temples brooding over rain,. January 2, 2014.
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Thoughts By Me, A Soon To Be Teacher(: | Berlynn Beaver's EDU344Blog
Thoughts By Me, A Soon To Be Teacher(:. Berlynn Beaver's EDU344Blog. May 14, 2013. May 14, 2013. Chapter twelve of Gunning’s book is titled Reading to Learn and Remember in the Content Areas. April 26, 2013. Understanding. When a student does not understand a word and its meaning the word is useless to the student. April 26, 2013. April 11, 2013. April 5, 2013. And How much wood would a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood? There are many strategies talked about throughout this chapter, As a ...
The Power of Human Volition | Because Darkness can heal what light cannot. -Joseph Brodski
The Power of Human Volition. Because Darkness can heal what light cannot. -Joseph Brodski. A Migrant’s Lament. People say it must be nice. You get to see the world, life as it blooms. If I could let them all hear the sound of my tune,. They’d know that it all comes at a price. What they don’t see is how we suffer. There’s never enough to eat, too many irregulars suppers. Oh yes, we do get to see the world,. Only to see ours get tougher and tougher. Life is hard you see,. We live poor, lonely, and hungry.
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Thoughts of Brianna
Friday, November 22, 2013. Henry Van Dyke, 19th c. American poet. So, some of you might have heard that they're attempting to make a sequel to one of the greatest movies ever made, It's a Wonderful Life. I wish I lived in a world where they didn't make stupid sequels.". We know that Hollywood does everything they do to make money, but isn't this a new low? Some of you might say, "Well, at least they're not doing a remake.". Hey girl, you want the moon? The qualities of remakes often depend on the viewer'...
Thoughts of Brick
Monday, July 21, 2008. Nolan has darkened the role much like the first couple movies of the run in the late 90's. More than that he has allowed the stories to play out as they should. He has made them real enough, while still staying true to the comic book origins. Nolan respects the source material, which is something that the past run did not do so well towards the end. Links to this post. You should see this sucka. Wednesday, July 16, 2008. One of the Best Causes Ever. Cancer. It is a disease that...
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Thoughts of Broken Dreams | My writing. My thoughts. My mind.
Thoughts of Broken Dreams. Welcome to My Mind. My writing. My thoughts. My mind. June 6, 2015. It’s not all fun and games. The story began with a single aim. To live and to learn was the main goal,. Until love came along and became the new role. They fought and they tried to find the one to complete them. Until they realized they had begun a cycle of confusion. Does love complete what is missing inside? If to live and to learn was in the beginning,. At what point did we forget the meaning? May 18, 2015.
Thoughts of Brown
Philadelphia Fountains of Youth…. August 6, 2015. August 6, 2015. It was a scorching hot day in Philadelphia. Handfuls of children sought refuge from the heat in the public fountains scattered throughout the historic city. As they jumped and dove and splashed and swam and danced and squealed and laughed and played in the cool water, they were the embodiment of freedom, they. Free, they were. Those kids were free. Photo credit: https:/ nextcity.org. I watched in awe. Tagged: children playing in fountains.
Thoughts of Bruce | My thoughts on things of interest
My thoughts on things of interest. December 3, 2016. Hillary Clinton Campaign experience. Well it has been a long time since I last wrote anything, but I thought that I should write something about my most recent experience. That most recent experience was with the Hillary Clinton presidential campaign. I first heard about an internship with the campaign from her website. After a phone interview, with someone who would eventually become my supervisor, I was invited to an orientation session. The environm...
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Just a place for my head | Singapore. Female. Loves simplicity, butterflies, scrapbooking, Hello Kitty, make-up and a proud Lushie!
Just a place for my head. Singapore. Female. Loves simplicity, butterflies, scrapbooking, Hello Kitty, make-up and a proud Lushie! What is #lushkitchen all about? I’ve missed this place! To get the latest posts and updates! So to start this journey of with a bang…! I’m gonna introduce the Lush Kitchen. To those who have probably heard of it or have not heard of it and are curious on what this whole hype is all about! Fresh from the Kitchen – the new and improved Lush Times. It’s ah-okay for me....I was g...
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Thoughts Of Cadaveric
Friday, March 9, 2007. Λοιπον 7 ταινιες υστερα απο εκχωρηση δικαιωματος απο Jason:. 2)The good the bad and the ugly. Καποιες απο τις αγαπημενες μου οχι ολες διοτι ειναι παρα πολλες.Αυτες ειναι μαλλον οσες μπορω να βλεπω και να ξαναβλεπω. Saturday, February 3, 2007. ΚΑΙ ΕΙΜΑΣΤΕ ΣΤΟ 2007 . ΚΑΙ ΑΣΧΟΛΟΥΜΑΣΤΕ ΜΕ ΤΗΝ ΦΡΑΠΕΛΙΑ. ΕΙΜΑΣΤΕ ΠΙΟ ΠΡΩΤΟΓΟΝΟΙ ΑΠΟ ΠΟΤΕ. Δυστύχως δεν έχουμε τέτοιο λαιμό να τρώμε τα φύλλα κατευθείαν από τα δέντρα. Sunday, November 26, 2006. Monday, November 20, 2006. Ολοκληρώνω λέγοντας ότ...
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Her Last Official Duty. The Wisdom of Children. A bridge back from the surreal, to reality, to the. His Part of the Quest. It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in a language which is chiefly made my men to express theirs. Thomas Hardy. View my complete profile. Sunday, July 26, 2009. Here is the link to the new story of Cana. Http:/ toliveanauthenticlife.blogspot.com/. Thursday, July 23, 2009. He patted her hand, and asked if she wanted or needed anything. She knows that many would be a...
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