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Reality escape

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From time to time when you feel life is all the same

she wanted to be from some special one tamed;

She wanted to be held firm in that someone’s arms

to erase all her wounds, all her past harms.

 

But that special someone hasn’t yet arrived in her life

she was far from becoming someone’s wife;

So she tried to do an old trick that use to work for her

To dive in poetry and verses is the best solution for sure.

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She is about to lighten up her passions

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A soul on fire can occasionally stop burning just to get a rest

so, one could use the time the soul is on time out, as a personality test.

A passion is just a wish without having particular aim

a breakthrough came to her: she realized what is the role of the fame!

Every passion she guessed has certain stages to pass through

most of them she had successfully passed already, she knew.

But isn’t an artist’s duty to put fame and riches a question mark

since his artistic soul could see them only as arts of the dark?

Yet her mind have given her reasonable explanations

so, she started getting the story of selling the artist’s creations.

Her trip to becoming a writer has continued a while ago

it was all matter of she chosing to be her own friend over her own foe.

 

 

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Let’s talk about bloging (an off shore post)

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A couple of mounts ago I met some new people in my life, and after a couple of days talking I introduced one of the the new ones with my blog. It was my first time I show someone close to me what is my blog for. Next thing I heard from the new one after the page was viewed for a few minutes was this: (talking to the next sitting another new one) Hey, open this up, there are a lot of great stuff here!

STUFF?! Months have been passing by, and the word ‘stuff’ I can’t get over yet! That is why I decided to write this off shore post…

I would like to share with you the moment when I decided to make this page. I am a thinker, an introvert, a reader, someone that wants to actually use the brain most of the time. I don’t want to bother myself with what am I going to eat today, or some regular things. I want to invent, I want wisdom, I want the deep meanings of the words, or verses, or thoughts! Two years ago, things were coming to my mind all the time, so I decided to start publishing them in order to keep them recorded, and still to be read by the others. I did not want to label myself as blogger, only to share my ‘wisdom’ with the others.

My writing is not ‘stuff’! My writing has depth, is has meaning, it is mind opening, it may alter someone’s thinking, it is part of my soul and my deepest self. It is reachable on-line, and it is free. But nothing makes it ‘stuff’.

I feel like being deeply offended. I said nothing out loud to these people. But I kept on my writing truck, and after the months passed by, I am finding myself becoming even better!

 Share your comments bellow for any similar experience…

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The Raven’s comeback

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The year was passing by

and she still stares outside the window each night

when each day ends she would ask herself:

“For what would I the next morning fight?”

 

And as she stood this evening on the street

with all her lust gone away

she looked the sky, the stars, the street lights

she searched in her heart will to pray.

 

She came home along the road alone

and searched in her room for some stroke of faith,

as she found nothing she looked outside the window scared

it was the Raven only, but for her Hope he held the keys of the gate.

 

The Raven only stared into her glowing

although hopeless, the Raven knew on the inside she is burning,

she wiped her tears and said: “I shouldn’t throw you away,

a man, I should have known, has his whole life for learning.”

 

The Raven stood on her shoulder

as in the darkness she started writing,

it seemed the bird was her only friend

while she was writing reasons for her next fighting.

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My passion

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