just because she’s breakable…
August 11, 2012 § 23 Comments
..does not mean she’s broken (that fighting little fool, that queenly lass of rebel rules, that darling goddess of wicked words, that loyal lover of Fairy Tale worlds).
Her beauty rests, her mind it rests, her heart surrenders; her body smiles while she slumbers (that gifted girl, that priceless devil, that fearless fiend).
Goodnight, goodnight, she falls down under (she’s hanging free, at liberty).
Hurrah! One for the spirited girls!
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Is that what fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee, is like.. somewhat? Nice play with words. Cheers.
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Wonderful poem. Good night, good night. 🙂
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Love this. And just because she’s breakable does not mean that she should be broken.
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life is breakable–we are all breakable but just because we are does not mean we like it–i like the way you string together words like a necklace of emotion -wear your words proudly -thank you
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Beautiful, as usual. Loving your blog
A.
http://www.wildheartcity.wordpress.com
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Perfect honey. I feel like you wrote it for me. For some time I’ve been running full throttle. I’m finally tired. Taking a break and loving it. This spirited girl just needed to recharge. Very nice poem honey.
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Awe thank you my darling. I am glad you are recharging..it feels good
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It does. Feel more creative for sure. I’ll post on Monday. Hopefully it’ll be good. Take care honey.
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can’t wait to read it, let me know when you post xo
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Very nice, fearless friend.
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Coco, this piece is absolutely beautiful! (And I see your pieces are noticeably shorter – wink!)
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I have nominated you for an award please pop by http://paulaacton.wordpress.com/2012/08/12/so-its-sunday/ and collect it when you get chance
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Aweeee thanks darling 😀
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You are very welcome 😀
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I love this. Many days I feel so breakable, but I have to remind myself that I’m not any more broken than the other person, or the next person on the street. I have the right to fight and survive just like anyone else. I may be hurt, I may be weak at times, but I am not broken. Neither is anyone else. Thank you for voiceing those words.
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so true Kirk, very well thought out and spoken, thank you! CHEERS!
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Dear Miss Ginger, sometimes I wonder if you are somehow able to rummage around in that twisted mind of mine, for you are so skillful to put into words some of the concepts and perceptions that I readily associate with you.
Take for example this colorful description:
“that darling goddess of wicked words”
You are perhaps not even aware of the power of your words, and the impact they have on one such as myself, and without a doubt on many others as well. In fact, I am quite shocked, for I just finished a piece that originally featured in this comment, as my inspiration was sparked by thinking of you as being the darling goddess of wicked words, which could easily have been one of my own expressions.
After writing two lines something changed.
I changed.
My writing changed.
Without any warning there surfaced an aspect of my being as dark as night, turning me into the male equivalent of the title above.
I became not a darling though, but a dark god of wicked words.
I decided to delete the writing from this post, as it was quite graphic and dark. It is an aquired taste one must have for such thrills, and might offend those of weak mind and stomach. Resulting in broken computers, as vomit and circuitry do not mix well together. 😉
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Thank you thank you Dumu 😀
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and again, i am so glad you get it (feel it too);)
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1. I love this!!! 😀
2. I nominated you for an award!!! 😀 There is the link!! http://thirdplan8fromthesun.wordpress.com/2012/08/13/gasp-an-award-yayz-d/
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Thank you thank you much much 😀
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Beautiful and so honest
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