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Wallowing around in my little pity party yesterday was very cathartic. I feel fresh as a daisy today. Which is ironic given I had bugger all sleep last night. There never seems to be a direct correlation between the amount of sleep I receive and my energy levels the next day. Bizarrely. I credit a lot…




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Background I was abused for 19 years by my father and others. Physically and emotionally. Then my dad died in ’92. For 6 more years, I would be physically and emotionally abused by my sister. At 25, I moved out, got married and I was free! From almost-daily emotional abuse. But. That day? That I…




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  Homologous humanity, cleaved by pedantic disagreements. The newel of our rise, splintered. Coronal citizens take all. The deprived tucked away in a credenza, not to be opened or seen. Calcareous lines divide. A precarious road, to come together. All in the same pannier, on this planet earth. A happier world, if we learned to…




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Apr 11

Truth

The controversies and hate filled rhetoric of the 2016 American presidential elections, reminded me of an essay I wrote in 2006 as part of my journalism studies. We are all convinced our beliefs are factual and true, yet those beliefs have come from something we’ve read or heard somewhere.  It is a timely reminder not…




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via Daily Prompt: Blindly Blindly Some days my mind will not settle.  I have a million thoughts rolling around and I don’t know how to sort them out.  That is when I write blindly.  I write because getting things out of my head and writing them down helps me lessen the clutter.  I don’t even…




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Hi! I’m Chrissy: novice blogger, aspiring poet, and user of adjectives and nouns that make me sound far more qualified for this position than I really am. I’m new here, and I am absolutely ecstatic to be able to share my emotionally charged thoughts about the great intricacies of the world with you! Before we…




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Apr 8

Infra

  Gone are balmy days. The jungles canon now applies. ‘DO NOT PASS’ reads the sign. We are not precocious minds. Olfaction overwhelmed on entry. Burry plants scratch and, sting. A souse of sweat, flowing free. The itinerant pair are not prepared. No place for eiderdowns, no point to harangue. They must find the jungles…




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Project Bible 365 Day 68 Don’t Eat The Fruit Of The World adam-bites-the-appleToday I pray thee that this message that I write here today stay with you.. Let the words I put forth burn upon the altar of your souls… Let this article be a blessing to those of you who truly seek a closer…




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  Taught expeditiously, to trill and, squawk. The reveille rings at 4 o’clock. Another day of genuflection, to the corpulent, boreal lords. Canvassing the favour of gewgaws. Remain phlegmatic and dream of vernal shores. An axiomatic life. Doff the uniform, end the strife. I am rancorous. Trapped in a seine, I feel the Quahogs pain. Supercilious…




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I am a dreamer. At a young age, I realized this world is made for dreamers. When I look at the beautiful sky, breathtaking rolling hills, and vast waterways which emcompass this planet I am always overwhelmed with joy and brought back to my soul. Unfortunately, I am well aware people can simultaneously uplift and destroy the…