Then Live Between the Lines
When my eye holds only angles
They suck thought out between
the lines
Being lost here somewhere is my moment
Where paint-flow washes out my mind
Tag: inspiration
Go Ahead, Believe In Coincidence Instead
My writing corner, it’s ceiling light went out
It’s been six months
Here I am, Your avatar, amused
It’s back
In the midnight, the only night
I cherished the dark’s dancing candle light
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How Do You Know Yours Does You?
This Morning loves me
I can tell
When fist He brings me coffee
Then goes tempting my eagerness with
forbidden gumdrop fruit
Designed and built all just for me
He, then, He let’s me be
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What Does “World” Mean Anyway?
For God so loved the game that he played it.
John 3:16
That’s all I have to say about that. I only wish Clown Head were still here in the game and not logged out.
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Nothing penultimate about this one…
So long, and thanks for all the fish. By the time you read this I shall sadly no longer be with you. Thank you for all the “likes” and comments, and …
Nothing penultimate about this one…
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Just One Good Catch?
Is everyone, every single believer, having an intimate personal relationship with the same person Big Polygamy?
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Haha
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How Do You Define A New Life?
What’s so good?
What do I do?
Here I am updating my LinkedIn profile, and back to being twelve.
I feel like my kid-self gushing to my kid sister:
Look what I can do!
See what I just did?
Her forehead wrinkles.
Her eyes drain. She cocks her brow.
Her chin turns up and her mouth turns down.
She looks away. Then turns back with a disinterest and
that tone.
Her and LinkedIn, both.
What have you been doing for the last few years?
Yes. And?
What’s so good about that?
Oh yeah?
So?
So what?
Yeah. But, what’s so good?
LinkedIn’s haughty smug questionnaires are a different kind of third degree.
Why, only that?
That doesn’t answer the question.
From when to when, and what exactly?
How does that add up?
I’m painting myself into a corner. My instinct is to back away from these intimidating forms trying to get me to trim myself down into a formula.
What are your accomplishments?
Even if I had been working at a conventional job for the past few years, I still wouldn’t up-sale my heroic accomplishments like most guys would.
I’d still be down-playing my worth and value like as many woman do.
What have you been doing for the last few years?
Do you really wanna know?
I didn’t think so.
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Feelings’ Faces
The face
Of this sadness
Joy in profile
Tears streaming
In color
Peek out
Of the wall
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Self-Potrait
Each thing I do
Gets done in me
What I make up
It marks me up
Each choice I make
Is colored paint
My palette is my day
Skillfuly blended
Chosen colors
Artfully painted
Or just mixed up
I make me
Anyway
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