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Without Photographs

Originally posted on a sort of romance:

There were never pictures of “us”.

I’ve known couples in love.

I’ve read about them

…envied them without mercy.

Portraits of tenderness

trapped in observed time.

After the last kiss is dismissed

the frames are all that remain,

as if struggling for breath…

A mark that some face of love

existed, yet there is no character

of us…only a fiction…

existing somewhere between

the aurora of limitless sight…

and the gentle dusk

of a beaten heart.

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En Pointe

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Beautifully well said!

Originally posted on A Mirror Obscura,:

En Pointe

Standing there,
Naked, en pointe,
I am aware
Of the sheen of moisture
Covering your whole body
With the secret exuberance
Of the dance.

I can taste the scent of you
from here.

It is the musk of climax
Filling the room.

I find myself jealous
Of ballet.

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The Words


I hope this comes out right. It is quite well done. I saw something similar to this a long time ago.

Originally posted on The Invictus Soul:

I read these at the back of a notebook quite a few years back when I didn’t quite understand the depth of it and now reading them again makes me realize how truly significant they are!

The most selfish 1 letter word….
selfAvoid it. 

The most satisfying 2 letter word….
GO-TogetherUse it.

The most poisonous 3 letter word….
03-20-14Kill it.

The most used 4 letter word….
images (1)Value it.

The most pleasing 5 letter word….
images (2)Keep it.
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The fastest spreading 6 letter word….
rumourIgnore it.

The hardest working 7 letter word….
successAchieve it.

The most enviable 8 letter word….
images (3)Keep away.

The most powerful 9 letter word….
knowledge_quoteAcquire it.

The most essential 10 letter word….
11Trust it.


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A Poem

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Creates a delightful picture

Originally posted on A Mirror Obscura,:

A Poem

Sun caress enfolding hands
Bring them into light
More suited to their needs
To fly as birds in speaking
Of the wanting to be held,
Small beating hearts of life,
Arches of living architecture
That breathes between them
And builds worlds with
Just a touch.

Photo by, Vasco Ascolini

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Writing Journal Entry, Seventy-Eight

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I like how he put his rejection letter to good work.

Originally posted on A Mirror Obscura,:

“It matters not what you were told or even how you perceive your own creation …. it matters that you create.”
— Kathi De Jonge

Saturday, October 25th, 2014–8:25 AM

Recently I received a rejection from a prestigious literary magazine. This not new to me, but this was a different kind of rejection. It wasn’t a “Thanks but no thanks, wish you luck in the future.” It was actually written especially for me, I am fairly certain. Basically it told me that what I had submitted in their estimation was not a ‘good fit’ with their magazine. But they went onto say they were impressed by my writing in particular and hoped that this short note would encourage me to re-submit new work. To say it did not brighten my day would be a misnomer.

I did more research into what this magazine has published for poetry in the past…

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QUOTE (Robert Louis Stevenson) – Nov 13


Love the quotes he used here.

Originally posted on A DEVOTED LIFE:

English: Photograph of author Robert Louis Ste...

“The best things are nearest: breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of God just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life’s plain common work as it comes certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things of life.”

“The saints are the sinners who keep on trying.”

“You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.”

“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.”

~Robert Louis Stevenson

In honor of Robert Louis Stevenson, Scottish novelist and poet, author of Treasure Island and Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, who was born on this day in 1850.

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I wrote this some months back, but had trouble finding a good title. I like this one better than the others I came up with. I’ve revised it slightly and hope you enjoy it. CT

I was lying around one afternoon when angry old Tom came by.
He picked me up, saying, “Come on, we’re going for a ride.”
I went since there was little else that I could do.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the lazy sort; I just don’t have to work often.
There’s only a few jobs that I can do, and generally I need help with those.
It’s not that I’m work-shy. I work hard when I do work.
It’s just–aw, heck–I seem to scare people anytime I’m out.
I don’t know why I send people into a panic, so I stay hidden most days.
It had rained earlier, but the sun was out now.
A ride sounded nice and I could stay in the car if Tom stopped anywhere.
Tom sang off-key as he drove into town and stopped at a convenience store.
I worried then because I knew he probably was up to no good.
Sorrowfully, I had no choice in the matter.
Tom was hot-headed and lazy when it came to working a job.
He never held a job for long, but he found other ways to get money to live on.
He grabbed me and we went into the store.
I stayed behind him and didn’t fuss. There was no point.
He got a six-pack of beer out of the cooler and walked to the check-out counter.
“I need a cartoon of cigarettes.” He stated as his hand went around his back.
Don’t do it, I wanted to tell him. I knew it wouldn’t do any good, so why bother.
Old Tom never listened anyway, never considered my feelings.
“What kind?”
“Those right there, in the red box.”
The guy behind the counter was a polite, friendly sort, if you know what I mean.
His smile was nothing more than an upward curve of his lips, like he had no smiles left.
But I liked the guy anyway and had no hard feelings for him.
“Is that all?” he asked, placing the carton on the counter next to the beer.
“Nah,” Tom shoved me forward. “I want all the cash in yer register!”
The guy’s friendly expression instantly turned to one of fright and panic.
He stopped pressing keys and stared directly at me, his mouth gaped open.
My long black muzzle did it again. I see that same look every time.
I don’t want to do anything, honest.
Terrified and shaking, the guy pulled the money out and held on to it tightly.
“You’re not going to shoot me, are you? Please, don’t. I got a new baby.”
“Nah, I ain’t going to shoot. Everyone knows the gun likes to do its own shootin’.
The guy threw the money at old Tom and ducked.
Smart kid. I knew there was a reason I liked him. I didn’t want to hurt him.
Distracted by the flying money, Tom did not aim carefully when he pulled my trigger
The shot went wild, not one of my prouder moments; but it was not my fault.
Really, I have my own touchy spots, so I could not help myself.
When anyone pulls my trigger, that sets me off. I lose control and fire.


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