the vision of my love appears
becomes make-believe
a mirage with lagoon-blue eyes
flutters in the corner of my mind
fools my heart
to think
it’s her
to think
it’s happened
every time
my lagoon turns to dust
every time
I am left untouched
my sole companion remains
eternal face of memory
thoughts of escaped love
pain of lost chances
Never, oh! never, nothing will die... (Alfred Tennyson)
TemptationOfWords
by Lize Bard
A Podcast About the Writing Life
Welcome to my world.
"Diving into a writers soul is discovering the broken treasure and beautiful mysteries that make you gasp for air."
Word-Experimentalist
"Eye Fly High"
WELCOME TO om3ssa's MUSIC FREAKISHNESS AT THE WORLD WIDE WEB
let the conversation begin
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But Still Living The Life
frugal fun, family & food
Conjured by Sarah Doughty
Oh! Take a shit, read a story. - My Mother on flash fiction
"Die Kunst ist eine Tochter der Freiheit." - Friedrich Schiller
Trancension's VoiceBox
we are fish that play in a sea of light
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
“The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.” — Gustave Flaubert
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Puking up Poetry, One Verse at a Time
- Chitkala
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