tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56037882025-07-10T14:45:08.692-04:00sometimes i wish i did, sometimes i know i do... sometimes i won't be telling !Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger503125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603788.post-56770896971190944792011-10-26T17:47:00.000-04:002011-10-26T17:47:04.185-04:00

So.. I haven't been blogging in a long ass time. Some of the reasons for the absence are not severe, but then i came across "Indigo Trails of My Mind" and noticed she hasn't been online or written in like 2 years, 800 days, eons and a few posts down from the top of the page she has a blog about why she's not writing and in those words I see some of my own trepidation. As i sit here, I am

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I am finding hard to believe I let rage, anger, jealousy and pettiness control 3 years of my life. Granted, at first, I was intrigued by the drama. I had never really had any drama in my life. But then, the drama became a tornado, whipping up anything and everything in its path. Blinding me. Redirecting me. Taking me off course. And here I am 3 years later, still looking at the wreckage, trying

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@Daily_Truth"For myself I am an optimist; it does not seem to be much use being anything else". — Winston Churchill I have been a raging unstable bitch for 2 days. Me, Myself? I am pissed at the world. Mostly, my inner circle for being selfish, insecure, bitches. ALL of THEM including the men.. and the baby. (ok, well maybe not the baby) Two different people on two different occassions told me

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i stopped blogging. my life stopped. i stopped writing. i made some changesineed to write.. i don't feel alive.debating if i should revive the blog...maybe i've done a good enough job of erasing the vermin... we shall see..regardless.. i've been keeping too much shit in.. i need to write.j

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i write best when i am mad, passionate, excited, compelled.today i am mad or maybe just in lovei love the people who when they get mad or otherwise inclined feel that it is then time to dissect everything about your being and tell YOU about YOURself. like who else is a better knower of you, the real you, than YOU?it is in these moments that i finally see me & not for the obvious reasons. I

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this year has been an eye opening experience in change.i would normally say. i despise change. but this year has shown me change is necessary for routing out demons in your life.. lol.im seeing my gifts, seeing the light and accepting the truth.sometimes things are not as they really seem. & some people are so full of shit and unhappy and ready to destroy everything including themselves that

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all i can think isif i spent as much time thinking about meas i did thinking about what you were out theredoing to mei'd be a hundred miles awaya 100% sanertime to refocusre-assesscuz thinking about youis a dead endending withdead feelingsdead memoriesdeatha life no more..regrets and recollections lingerbut lifeis for the livingover cliche-ishbut it's time to move on...about time..(c) 2009 tiye

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I closed the blog down for awhile to re asses my reasons for keeping it. I began the blog as a creative outlet but, as circumstances would have it, the blog evolved, my life became a drama and the blog became a catalyst for people to scrounge around and use the words I wrote as fodder for their own deceptive "creative" purposes. While I would love to say the blog was for me and I should ignore

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it takes time.that's all i have to say.i saw you today and i realized..karma is a bitch...out to bite your asswithout a hand of mine in the mixyou get what you give.so ... im good.moving / flowingin the right direction...where im supposed to be...funny how one can deliver drama and get surprised they get it back..it's ok.it's over now..it takes time..sometimes we use the time wiselysometimes we

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sometimes.. i think about youlike where did we go wronglike i know im not the only onewho did somethings that led us to gonebut i know betterto linger in this spacedarkness is a friendi don't need to reacquainti said some things/ acted with regretyou said some things/ you will never admita perfect man with a perfect plana perfect anger/ with a perfect handyou have a history hard to detectexcept

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Should old acquaintance be forgot,and never brought to mind ?Should old acquaintance be forgot,and old times since ? CHORUS:For auld lang syne, my dear,for auld lang syne,we'll take a cup of kindness yet,for auld lang syne. And surely you’ll buy your pint cup !And surely I’ll buy mine !And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,for auld lang syne. CHORUS We two have run about the slopes,and picked the

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I was really hoping things had changed, then I realized, they had.Your not the same you, I'm not the same me..things have changed.time and distance rearrange our path of least resistancei thought time would be our enemydistance makes us strangersthose who understand the parablesthat makes us private dancerswhen you look me in my eyesit's the wordless we can't denyfuck the words and the

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Word,I knew you missed me.I could tell from the way you came to me, the way you yielded to my hands, melded to my thoughts. Echoed every sentiment...i also knew.. they missed us. missed the point, missed the bus, missed the message, would misinterpret us yet again.. would need to hear it once more...But some thing never really change, hopefully just grew a little, spend a little time away and

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Dear My Love, My Heart, My Passion, My One:I thought it'd be easy to let you go, move on without you. The line before rings in my ear like a love song on the radio. But, it's not easy. I think about you everyday. I wonder how your doing. I wonder what your doing when I'm not around. I think alot. You always knew I did.I've never been good at moving on or letting go. But, you knew that. We've

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only b/c u askedim oktiredbut okbusybut finehappy with the direction of my lifelearning to move ongrowing each dayshedding old skins &finding my waywalking more than talkingliving more than wantingbeing is cool.having is betterand i've got my eyesfocused on the prizelearning so muchgetting A'sso focused on my studiesi don't have time to playbecoming amazingeverydaystill a littlescared of

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i was at 499 posts.but i got an email today that confirmed. it's time to move on.this blog is deadgood bye cruel misunderstanding world.i hope i actually did some good herehope my poems helped someonehope you found yourself in the months and years i kept this bloghope you saw some light in the darknessi might be back one daybut as for now..this blog is dead.peace outashes to ashes/ dust to dust/

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I've been thinking of closing this blog down for some time now.The reason i started it and what it became are totally divergent paths of life.I started this blog as catharsis. I had just broken up with a man i thought i was going to marry. I guess that was my first love. It was my first long term relationship. I hate when people say they went through alot with someone. No duh, that's life. But,

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randomly i get anonymous messagesthey used to be really rudethis one was niceso i wonder why it had to be anonymous???wasn't i the one who was told was childish?what's to hide?either way..thank you....

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im starting tolive againbreathe againdeepbelly inhalesslooooooow to exhaleimagine filling a pitcherslowly emptying its contentsit's been way past timefor a cleansingfor a new thoughtto this new daywoke uptoo many dayswishing things would be differentthat you'd beall i happily imaginedbut people don't changejust show you different viewssometimes it's the side you likesometimes it's a side you

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exhaustiveexhaustedtireddog tiredon the verge of keeling over tiredbut happyso happyfreeand growingive got a new man..he excitescant disappoint meyet....looks so peaceful when he's sleepinghas the brightest eyes andis the coolest dude i've met thus far...Kingston Marley Holmes is the love of my life...welcome darlin.....

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after all we've been throughfor some reasoni still miss youthe real younot the beast we becamebut the genuine peoplewho smiled and laughedgave time and attention...ran away took extended bedtime vacationscircles of us that healedrevealedjust were...fuck all the bullshit..i'll never miss that..but you...i miss.after allthat.you'd like me to forgetyou ever existedbut i always knew betterwill always

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just when i think im overyou reappeara name linked to youa sound reminisicintof what u do rings inmy ear translatesdirects the feeling to the pitof memy chest constrictsand ifind it hard toinhalehard to exhard tobreatheslowlypaper bags to mouthpushing out what remainsi think too much that'swhat you used to saybut i can't stopthinking aboutu long enoughto regain my composurere-gain my

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in the end/ maybe this is a race we should have never startedbut afterthoughts come afterwe learn the lessonsbear the scarscry the tearsscream the things that make us think we'll feel betterbut maybemaybe she asked you how many kids you had, not because she was going to runbut b/c maybe she just liked kidsmaybe she asked you to use protection, not because she was cheating on youbut b/c maybe she

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If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I. -- -- Michel de Montaigne

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afterthoughts of disgust- 514416we've gotten so far off the pathwe forgot our wayforgot there was a reason and a purposefor all of thisgot distracted by sideshowsand do nothingsand mean nothingsgot so caught up in the dramawe forgot we weren't involvedshouldn't have gotten involvedforgotwe had shit to dothings to dopeople to seeshit to accomplishso f the bsthat shit don't matterin the grand

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