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  • Jan 3, 2015

    Hey everyone! To celebrate the New Year, I will be selling handwritten poetry postcards for $9.95. Each postcard has been acquired during my travels around the world, therefore no two are alike.

    Each postcard is entirely unique and contains new material that has not been posted online or published elsewhere. Simply include your name and a word of your desire for me to base your poem off of.

    These handwritten personalized poetry postcards are available worldwide and shipping is of course free.

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  • Jan 2, 2015

    the touch of now
    you and i
    mixed in liquid
    a vapor of us
    the past
    droplets atop grass
    chirps of birds in the night
    gliding with the wind
     
    we were the details
    night sky
    moon and sun
    just two
    who lived separate lives
    divided by time

    littlest
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  • Jan 2, 2015

    I asked so many times if he thought I was crazy because that’s what I was used to people saying. It baffled me that his response was always a calm no.

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  • Jan 2, 2015

    Love. Be thankful.
    Appreciate.

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  • Jan 1, 2015

    It’s 2015 and here I am, standing instead of kneeling.

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  • Dec 31, 2014

    It wasn’t about finding myself as I’ve been here all along. It was about understanding myself.

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  • Dec 31, 2014

    took, broke and baked in everything
    although insides were solid of steel
    beams were broken, now extended
    life was all and far from nothing

    his touch led, it felt
    it brought another year
    a twist and feature
    his chills ran theaters

    a smile for crazy and love with past insanity
    once broken, now calm and solid
    a love will never die as it holds till the end of time
    distance creates, we find fate in sultry
    fairytale of once, how hands caressed the sun

    but time tells and we all stumble down stairs
    it was once upon a time
    back in the year
    when my heart was set on the sun

    2014
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  • Dec 31, 2014

    I’ve never had a New Year’s resolution as I act in the moment and don’t depend on future possibilities.

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  • Dec 30, 2014

    It was never about sex. It was about our bodies embracing one another and our souls becoming intertwined in warmth and devotion.

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  • Dec 29, 2014

    I am not just, I overcome and become. I transcend into a being of past meets present. Life experience created who I am at this moment in time.

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