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Mika
- Texas
- Last Record: 2012-10-05 21:27:47 -0700
- Joined: Aug 20, 2010
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Home is bigger than any room, than any four walls, bigger - just big. And smaller even, than your reading nook or hidden cranny. Home is tighter than your high school denim and wider than any sky beneath the lens of the farthest seeing telescope. It is in your marrow, a truth down deep. A smell that transports and awakens you. The sights you can and have and will behold. The past, present and coming days etched in brain cells you have yet to make. Home is the memory of your first kiss, the knowledge that a mother's love heals any scrape, the taste of sustenance set before you, for you. Home is lightweight, portable, wrapped and packed in your bones, made for travel, exploring, wanderings, coupled and alone. Home picks you up, leads you back and urges you onward. Within it you are you, your most talented, safe, most secure self. It is sacred, hallowed ground that welcomes, beckons all as only your heart can. It is pregnant with sighing, weeping, loving, longing and hope. It is the one place and every place. Home is pluripotent, as are you in your home. When you are lonesome, feeling lost, peering inward, banish fright for there you'll find your guide. You've kept your light on. And you are home. |
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As she drifted away, Sarah thought briefly, these winds weren't quite the wings she'd wished for. |
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I am Feast, poured liquid over optic throughways into graphic pixelated perfection, Dripping visual honey, Murmuring cunning linguistic dele... |
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There is Bliss There is Rapture There is otherworldly Pleasure In the words, in the text holding court in my mind With the story I am ... |
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Thunder cracked whiplike, speedily chased by a streak of electric white. She knew he was afraid of the thunder yet entranced by the zig-zag of lightning. For her, the hum of rain was... |
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a love story (and very tall tale) about an oblivious girl, and her very unsuspecting boy ;0) **************************************************************************** ... |
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Madame Mame was what some would call a worldly woman. With midnight black hair piled high atop her head and her ample curves cinched and plumped for prominent display, no one could or did ... |
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Remember when we met? Me grumpy, fresh from a nap You bright, kinetic, and playful Remember how close we sat so sure, so certain, connected |
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A reading clears space in your thoughts with a poem or verse it is an interpretation a moment of clarity in words it is a chance for pages to come... |
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Atop the great hillcrest beyond city-shore Beneath the night-blanket draped o'er skyscrape wards In full view of heaven, its stars, and the Moon Stood a wisp ... |
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On a desk ordered neat with pencils in a cup Is a Little Clock who's keeping track of when the jig is up
Ticking down with its hands to a specially mar... |
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Said the Crocodile one day to a nearby leathered Friend I would like to meet a creature whose wits are to me akin. Said the Friend in reply, Use your ... |
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