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Rated: 18+ · Book · Writing · #1116630
My place to reflect, write and free my creative spirit.
This is a place for me to release my creative energies, in whatever form I feel fits the moment.
There may be no rhyme or reason to what you see within these pages.
Perhaps you will find a connection and feel less alone in how or what you feel, perhaps you will not.
Whatever the outcome may be, I will have taken my first steps in opening up and sharing my soul with others.
June 20, 2006 at 4:57pm
June 20, 2006 at 4:57pm
#434966
         I was little, probably about seven or eight. I lived in an extremely small town with my mother, stepfather and his two kids. We were not allowed in the house during the day but, we did not care too much. Well I didn't, not too sure how the others felt.

         I remember to freedom and excitement of going where ever I wanted without a soul knowing where I was. That was my love when I was a child, Freedom.

         When I was roaming around in my own world, never having to answer to a soul, that was bliss. Perhaps that is in us all when we are young.

         Walking down the street in the warmth of the summer sun, a slight breeze that never really did much for cooling you down but did wonders to guide your spirit to freedom. The joy that would spread through your chest and burst out in laughter.

         I often wonder where that feeling runs off to when you become an adult. I still catch the feeling blowing through me like a soft summer breeze but, it does not happen as frequently as I would like it to.
June 8, 2006 at 8:36pm
June 8, 2006 at 8:36pm
#432070
Fear is closing in,
there is nowhere to run
It calls out to me,
this will soon be done.

My heart constricts with pain,
it all seems so wrong.
It is telling me now,
overcome and be strong.

I must listen at once,
to what my heart hears..
Believe in me now,
there will be fewer tears.

This is the voice of my body


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