tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65913522012-07-14T10:40:02.566-04:00Zoe from Chic and Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07803923544542957365noreply@blogger.comBlogger357125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591352.post-80301497652219933762011-12-25T10:15:00.000-05:002011-12-25T10:15:46.997-05:00

the 90s ended with my last outburst of anger my last breath faded with some common sense I spent the 00s with an X over my lips I played along the little white picketed fence and he right now I bought a baseball bat to play with some balls and get everything back

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I drew the curtains for so long disguising what I could see with uncertain shadows and wrongs til breathing was unreal to me dreaming all along of the color the wind without the tree...

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Faut que je me fasse à l'idée que j'ai manqué de coeur je me suis méfié pis tu t'es poussé voir ailleur

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My eyes remain in the darkness a little morewith each passing mornThe incessant pull of that other worldgrows engulfing methe silver thread that points my way backfrays and slowly vanishesleaving me in the voidof my own colorful delusionweakly trying to reach for realityuntil it is forgotten completely

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In that last moment of luciditywhen the fogs of dreams spirit me away,sway- ing beneath the waves of my memories,I see... your face ... above the line.In a fatal attempt to reach I screamjust a little too latebefore the bubbles engulf my voice.The salt burns my eyes black.

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sometimes high, sometimes lowbut never quite right, the distortion ripplesand growsI could never keep up with youthe mirror on my wall was never wholemy shattered finger bleedsa thousand possible soulsI could never keep up with myself

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An itch is found in all my toesto saddle up my shoes and leave hereI always knew that familiar pathwould look newLast years leaves travel softlyleaving behind hints of greenand a whole new direction

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I'm standing at the startlistening to the winner's cheersa little too late to cross the line.I never understood these things I wantedBut now, I can't feel my legs andI thought it be a little easierto stand still.And, all the sounds begin to fadethe footsteps a little off beat and far awayleave me behind.I never understood these things I wantedBut now, I can't feel my legs andI thought it be so

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again, tossed to the edge, another forgotten shadow piled high darkens my horizon till noon shines

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Time for a little role-play, he announced while retrieving from his hemp backpack an old book. The old leather bound book was heavy in his hands. He smiled has he remembered how he had stolen it from the King’s theatre troop.Quant was a few miles away from the temple of Liam. He could barely see the spire gables over the golden hills. This was a safe enough place, he thought, and opened his book.

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Well I haven't written much today but I have been working on my story's structure as well as character goals ... so no more writing blind!!! I was having difficulties giving Bea a concrete and valid reason for changing her personality the way she will later on in the story. Quant is the key here... you can read a little taste of what's going to happen to Bea in the bit of text I wrote today... I

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Bea sat uncomfortably on her wooden chair in the library. She rested her head on her desk. The fresh whiplashes on her back were burning underneath her leather halter-top. High priestess Dalia was dictating the basic principles of healing magic, again! Bea signed as she watched the other apprentice fervently taking notes on her roll of parchment. Mia annoyed her. She was a maiden from a rich

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I didn't like the beginning I wrote yesterday... it just wasn't revealing my main character's true nature... she was too much of a good girl so I wrote a new beginning today. I like the addition of Quant... he was an unplanned character and will definitely be the reason behind her future actions and explain her attitude as an adult which will be seen at the end of the story. He's actually

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Bea entered Ael’lys’ room and found her packing her things. “You’re going on a mission again, so soon?” Ael’lys nodded as she clipped onto her belt the Liam sanctified whip, a symbol of her ordinance as a priestess. “You’ve had many missions lately?” Asked Bea concerned, “what’s going on? A war?”“Not at all, replied Ael’lys, just the usual burial of an old lady who passed on. Nothing for you to

Zoe from Chic and Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07803923544542957365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591352.post-12960612690155603072008-11-01T12:59:00.003-04:002008-11-03T19:44:33.614-05:00

Here's what I wrote this morning, which I believe will make a great prologue to my story. I would love comments, feel free to read and tell me your thoughts just please no need to be mean it's not like I consider myself a great writer or anything... it's just for fun... also note that yes there are mistakes... I am not going to edit or correct anything until the end plus bits of it is actually

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OK, I'm going to try to write for a whole month once more this year.Wish me luck maybe I'll finish my story!!!This year I plan on setting regular writing hours which is something I hadn't done last year.... so I ended not writing much! Hopefully, I'll do better this year!

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I danced around the tic tocs of my mindmissing all the goodbyestill all I could do is stay behindwatching the ghosts of everyday thingsfade into memorya shared smile, an unexpected laughthe glimmer of a pitcher, a roll of a diceall slip into loneliness, helpless, right out of reach of times gone bye ... like lies

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sometimes there are good daysfilled with half smiles on the positive sidefrom memories once cried

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Evan stopped talking and turned around when he noticed the lack of a second pair of footsteps against the pavement.She stood there completely motionless gazing far away at what he couldn’t tell. Something only she could see or maybe nothing at all. She was always a little strange. Only her back and her long locks gently flowing from the midday breeze rising from the river were visible to

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From learning to tie my shoelaces to juggling my own lies;I have crafted my own trap:A net knotted with my own two handsTo tighten the slack around my laughs, Catch my every tear and Slip with a heavy stitch.A hitch to secure my burden, remorse and regretsInto a tense and twisted twine thatBinds my footsteps.

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alone in these four walls of mineas blank as off white can bedreams of walking shadowing red thin linesacross my eyes, an unheard pleato the borderline of my mindthe road behind

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I may not know how to reach the single little dothand-written on my tattered mapbut at least I no longer have only unmarked roads

Zoe from Chic and Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07803923544542957365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6591352.post-48905646604742850772008-04-11T10:54:00.001-04:002008-04-11T10:54:20.923-04:00

The heavy hanging overcast skySuffocates me with stillness.As the planes fly byThe chilling dampness bounds me here to watch,Under the bridge of now and then, All my dreams leave me behind.Waiting for a moment to beginI thought I would cry but The rain never came.Sometimes, the slight breezeCarries echoes of laughter and storiesTo tease; my dreams just out of reachFading like the nearby

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When did I start to hideUnder the bridge of now and thenSo I wouldn’t leave your sideOr wave goodbye againHow much time as flowed bySince I’ve remained in my mindOr opened my eyes to the skyTo find my tears with the rainWhy is it that the seagulls are eatingMy bread crumbsOne by oneStill it is rainingAnd I can no longer seeBehind or in front of me

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the sun is very lonely alone in the centerwith the universe revolving aroundas time presses onhaunted with dead memoriesburnt into near realityfurther along are volatile dreamsblocked off by jagged and broken promisesand in the middle are responsibilitiesto shine

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