[188] Edge of The Circle

Smoke words every day.

Lumps inside my chest
My tongue slips when it talks
Scared of my reflection
Even if its in the dark
Mind is convoluted
My heart ran away
I talk in riddles so
its hard to admit what i feel
So its hard to see what i feel

She ran away for a better music
That plays a smile in her eyes
That stops when she realises
The reality with me that lies
I want a confrontation but
I fear the consequences
I don’t lie but i stay silent
And start a tale so tragic
That loops in circle
Every time i feel i’ve reached its edge

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MEET MELANIE P SMITH

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Now not so very long ago Melanie was a guest on my blog quite recently, but I really want to give her extra exposure as she was a huge help to me in putting together some really great graphics which I used for my promo and I’ve been using them as tweets as well. This is one talented lady.

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As you can see the sale is over, but it’s still great value.

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Not only talented, but prolific as well.  https://melaniepsmith.com/   and her official site https://melaniepsmith.com/about-the-author   plus Amazon page  https://www.amazon.com/Melanie-P.-Smith/e/B00M4VCS1M

Till next time, take care.

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[165] Time Stops In Your Arms

Smoke words every day.

You live in the past so much
I almost believed you lived in Pangea
Categorising your flaws to pick them apart
when the time comes but does the time come
for people who live in the time that’s gone
Sometimes I wonder if I existed before you
Would that be the only way of confirming
my existence for you?

For all I know I’m dramatizing you and
blowing you out of proportion
For all you know I’m a lonely guy
waiting to grab your attention
for a little while till my own attention
wanes for you and I find another one
because I live in the future

How does the past meet the future?
The present is not the right time
because our thoughts are either lingering on
you counting sheep or mine on flying electric cars
I think dreams are our meeting place
where time, as it is, doesn’t…

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So You Want to be an Independent Artist? Episode 1 | NV Blog

Do you have your coffee/tea/fav alcohol/whatever nearby? Good. You’re ready for the 1st episode in the Independent Art series.

Source: So You Want to be an Independent Artist? Episode 1 | NV Blog

Dreamer

Kentucky Angel Flies Agan

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DREAMER

I’m just a dreamer.

Is there room in this world today for people like me?I think not!

We are judged by our accomplishments.

I have no degrees and nothing I have done will ever change the course of history.

I’m just a dreamer.

I write my dreams on paper, a series of jumbled thoughts.

Only words, meaningless to all but me, because

I’m just a dreamer.

I don’t make great plans that affect the future of the planet.

My words don’t fill books that influence lives because

I’m just a dreamer.,

My poems and songs are not repeated by others.Only by me in dark of night, because

I’m just a dreamer.

My dreams could be real, but only if others dreamed also.

Peace, Love, Understanding, Harmony —

A world of greens and blues unpolluted by man’s waste,

but I’m just a dreamer.

We would help each other, no one…

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Morningdew

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Morningdew makes flowers and butterflies even more beautiful.

I love the tiny droplets, do you?

Did you ever get up earlier to go out and admire the beautiful morning dew or take photos early in the morning?

Tell about it in the comments.

Have a wonderful day,

Karin

#morningdew #morningstory #morning #dew #droplets #photography #photo #waterdroplets #flower #flowers #flowerlovers #fotosbykarin #KarinRavasio

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For a While

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I can hear the dynamite string sizzle

I can hear the bridge start to crack

I can hear the bell toll

But my ears don’t process them when I’m with you

The wind whispers to walk away

But in my heart I want to stay

Just to spend another day

With you leading me astray

The storm clouds drift ominously

But the sunlight is so nice right now

The thunder rumbles angrily to heed its warning

But I’m not ready for the final bow

Your twinkling eyes, your Cheshire-Cat smile

Make me want to just forget for a while

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Introducing – Poet Kevin Morris

Secret Diary Of PorterGirl

Secret Diary of PorterGirl is delighted to welcome poet Kevin Morris, who would like to tell you a little about himself and his work. His latest highly acclaimed anthology has just been released in audio format.

mociw-for-acx-cover-2-smallI have long been a fan of Lucy’s writings, avidly following the adventures of Portergirl and Lucy’s wonderful Poirot parodies! I was therefore honoured to be invited to contribute a guest post to Lucy’s blog. Thank you Lucy!

I was born in Liverpool (UK) on 6 January 1969. The year in question is, of course best known (and celebrated) for my birth, although a few individuals do contend (wholly erroneously I may say) that 1969 is better known for the moon landings!

I lost the majority of my eyesight at 18-months-old due to a blood clot.

I am a braille user and have happy memories of leafing through “The Oxford Book of English Verse” and…

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The Ballerina

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Good Tuesday Morning … So glad this week seems to be flying along.  It’s going to be a great week.  Let’s just say it’s Sadie, Sadie’s week 😉  Anyways I hope I can get the husband’s latest masterpiece up.  It’s beautiful and it’s B I G.  This was it before he finished it…

The Ballerina She Dances

Last night he showed me his finished work…I think it turned out beautiful ❤

IMG_0892Here’s a link to our store.  Stop by and look at all of his beautiful artwork…Blessings ❤

http://elancreationspainter.com

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