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Disappearing

A trail across the glass, I blew a breath against the cold. And it appeared. With fingers I wrote messages, that would disappear in seconds. And another blow against the glass gives me a new canvas. 78 more words

Writing

Miss Muffet by Katarina Boudreaux

Miss Muffet:

I am writing
about your tuffet

perch

just how high you
jumped with the
spider’s entrance

if you were
really eating
something

more tasty than…

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Poetry

I miss you Brother !

If only we could be for a little time together again

To embalm myself from this reigning agonising pain

Broken heart I keep starring at heaven above… 105 more words

Broken

To You In Heaven

Dear Grandma,

I can’t sleep…though I’m sure you know that already.

You read everything I wrote on this silly little blog, I never quite told you how much that actually meant to me. 192 more words

Life

My Heart is a UFO

It’s late and my mind is wandering to places I have not been in months. I close my eyes, but behind them is not the restful dark. 137 more words

Broken