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Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Friday, January 25, 2013
The Queens in Town
The Queens in Town
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Monday, November 26, 2012
"Free shipping"
"Free shipping"
Said the package
I opened it up
And saw it
And started to cry
It was my
Heart in pieces
Sewn together
With package string
Said the package
I opened it up
And saw it
And started to cry
It was my
Heart in pieces
Sewn together
With package string
Sunday, November 25, 2012
The Fish
The love heart
Told over and over
That it was a fish
So much so -- it blew bubbles
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Saturday, November 24, 2012
The Cross
I saw a note today
In the middle
Of the road
It was not a simple note
It was a cross
Like one you put
In your Aunty's birthday card
A faux I love you
But this was no
I love you
This was a cross to
Remind me
Of the terror
Of the forgotten things
And how love
Can go horribly wrong
This was where
I was abused
And they marked it
With a cross.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Your love song
A little girl lays alone
Near the sidewalk
Dirt on her face
She smiles at the passerby's
There is no tears
There is no anger
Just a smile
She turns on the radio beside her
Her only possession
And realises
It is playing her song
And she turns it up
And revels in -- her love.
Near the sidewalk
Dirt on her face
She smiles at the passerby's
There is no tears
There is no anger
Just a smile
She turns on the radio beside her
Her only possession
And realises
It is playing her song
And she turns it up
And revels in -- her love.
Monday, November 12, 2012
Prezi - But I am Your Voice by Whitedove
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Sunday, October 21, 2012
Lost Aces
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Friday, October 12, 2012
Ace of Dots
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Friday, October 05, 2012
Cards You Are Dealt
Cards You are Dealt by Whitedove
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Wednesday, October 03, 2012
Playing with Love
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Wednesday, September 19, 2012
In desperation there is love
In desperation there is love
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Thursday, August 23, 2012
It's All Roses
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Thursday, August 09, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Move on to
Theres a slight sound playing
That is right we were
And I was happy
Elated, full on with
Something
Like a build up
To something else
But then
I realised
That really
There was no one
In this world
That could help
Except me
There were comments
Many
When I started thinking
About it
Then I realised
How important I was
A tingle
Just how important
And it was
So simple in
The end
When before
I did not have this
So I had to let you go
So I could go forward
Into what I was thinking about
And that makes me
Cry.
Because what I had to move onto
Was me.
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Sunday, July 15, 2012
You love you
| Its the monsters breath Getting slight He is trying to get at you With all his might He is trying to scare you now As he did before And here you are trying to calm and more You thought this would be easy Not as hard as this You have been given ideas To return to bliss You dont want to lay vunerable To the monsters teeth And really you know Whats lying beneath But what if he's not, that monster in disguse What if he is just a nice kind man Who wants to help as he tries It is your filter, the monsters put on Effecting you now every year on The panic you feel, is the filters glare Reminding you of the times back there All I know now, is you can escape You can keep yourself safe Not put up with his hate You have the power, deep within That little girl loves you Your protecting her from sin So here is a flower She gives you for now She lets you cry, she lets you howl She lets you shake, she lets you ball She lets you walk, she lets you crawl You have held her hand, through the worse terror yet Something 99 percent of people would rather forget You can protect her, you can get through The courage is right there Because You love You. |
Saturday, July 07, 2012
Wind on my heart
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Wind on my Heart
Wind on My Heart
Two little girls
Step one by one along the path
Followed closely behind
By their mum.
The blonde girls turn to their mum
And see in the sky a quiet wind
Pointing, they notice
Layers of lovehearts
Multicoloured
Drifting in the breeze
Held by string
And the mum does not see it
She is watching the monsters behind
Keeping their nasty
Fire, their brimstone at bay
The footpath full of grass
"The hearts are so pretty" says the little girls
Laughing and giggling
The monster from the back
Breathing words of fire
Attacking, wanting the little girls
The mother puts her arms out
Lets balance girls
On the footpath
And the little girls enjoy the sunshine
Playing games in the spectacle
Looking forward, to the brightly coloured
Fireworks
And all they feel from the
Monster
Is the Wind on My Heart
Protect your children. Let them paint and draw love hearts, rather than be abused by who abused you. Stand in between the abuser and never let them past.
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Love,
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Saturday, June 16, 2012
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