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my favourite movie quote
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"The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out but I'm glad I had them."
- Robert James Waller, The Bridges of Madison County
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thank you
for sending this to me. it's pretty and i will frame it.
i don't know how else to express my gratitude.
just grateful for the thoughtfulness and generosity.


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:bulletblue: by no means is this a complete list of people i appreciate.
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thank you for keeping me company.
much like the real world,
DeviantArt can be a lonely wintry place.

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keepsakes i cherish:

:bulletpink: the old dreams, 1992-2010, poems and short stories
:bulletpink: # babystars, 2011-2015, poems

DDs Stamp by tRiBaLmArKiNgS

:bulletblue: 08.29.13: gyrate for them, greta
:bulletblue: 04.27.14: handmade love
:bulletblue: 06.15.15: grandmother

Featured by DLD by IrrevocableFate

:bulletblue: 11.17.13: canapés (link)
:bulletblue: 02.10.14: i missed the train. (link)

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:bulletblue: 05.11.15: are you prayerful? (link)


i do allow myself
the luxury of dreaming


one day,
life will be more than just getting by;
my art could take me somewhere nice;
i'll tend my own garden or farm
and live in my own house baking and decorating
and enjoying the quiet.
and i will wake up happy (with you).

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God bless us all always,
cristinewakesuphappy :house:
Interests
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do you have a favorite memory?

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:bulletblue: here is a journal page for pieces of art that might inspire you the way they inspire me. 
thank you for taking the time to bask in their beauty. 


handpicked updated version by cristinewakesuphappy

Truths
poems inspiring me to write my own


Oregon rainI didn't think I was a runner,
but here I am, dodging trees and bees
and strangers commenting on my capris,
my crazy hair bobbing in the air,
unlike everybody else.
I thought there would be pillow castles,
made-up professions and adventures in the dark.
I wanted time to yield to being.
Instead we are measuring hills against ourselves,
searing hands and knees on hot afternoon tarmac,
racing through burning forest paths in the twilight
only to get lost again and again, constantly
patching up our crumbling world,
living on the very tips of our toes
unlike everything expected.
Then I stopped thinking, simply
enjoying my very first Twinkie in the actual, pouring rain.
It tasted exactly as I imagined.
Not almost, but spot on.
Unlike everything else.
Searchedsearched for you in all the hidden places
between webs and grass
in the spaces where light meets dark
and the horizon kisses the setting sun.
searched for you in every language
called out every name I knew you by.
        to no avail.
you were waiting
patient
for me to find you
        in a place you'd always been--
inside of me.
transition--ingi am -- transition:
without you.
lingering here --
feelings i can't seem
to process.
let me burn,
bright, hot;
light up the midday sky
with myself.
driving in the middle
of the road
when i'm alone:
without you.
"compulsive behaviors",
i'm told, defined:
getting -- sorted -- out.
i am -- transition:
finding myself.

Mature Content


GlassAt some point,
I stopped making eye contact.
I'm not sure how it happened
or why. I'm not sure if it's
some reflection of my
latent insecurities or
undeserved superiorities or
quiet anxieties.
But I am sure that
I miss the fleeting connection
on trains, buses, and sidewalks.
I miss the shape and color and
glint of golden gleam that used
to strike out across crowds at me.
My mother, my best friend, my lover -
what mysteries do I miss? What
is hidden in their second glances and
lingering stares?
I don't know because, at some point,
I stopped making eye contact,
even with the girl in the mirror.

Mature Content

My Husband Tried To Make Love To Memy husband
tried to make love to me
.
he was topaz, he was
grim, he was the chalk
and smoky fire
of fear and gnawed-at
angels
-
he was the bright face of fruit.
he was horrible and strange. he stared,
licked and rolled me in his palms
like a cigarette, wordlessly
dragged me from my grassy bed
by the bones in my legs and
pinned me down in that darkly
smiling, jagged place where
he put his hands on me and dragged
the crushed moans from my chest
made me yell
like a dog
and oh how frightened
and trembling
and in awe i was of his caverns,
his black and rolling eyes
how his pomegranates bled
and stung
and trickled, bitter
in my
mouth
lessYour phone bills are smaller now,
with no long distance calls to make,
and your car insurance reduced to reflect lower mileage
and all those journeys not made, those roads not taken,
those lanes that you know like the back of your hand -
Left, right, straight ahead, right, right -
are no longer driven.  You did not see the bluebells wake
and spring burst forth in the countryside,
did not see the snow on the fields, cold horses in their  
quilted coats pawing, nibbling, pawing.
Christmas stamps still tucked in your wallet,
unused,
and fountain pens dried up next to watermarked
John Lewis writing paper
with no letters left to write.
Weekends stretch out, lunchbreak is a blank and you have more time
but you have less.



chaos by thetaoofchaos


i don't remember how i first came across his writing.
today, i would like to share the beautiful experience
of reading some of my favourite poems from his gallery.
he leaves me infinitely in awe and just dumbfounded.
it's a special time to be quiet.
thetaoofchaos
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beingof all things
be in wonderment
always

Mature Content

LateMauling the concrete in that sorrowful Nova
hesitant blue like an old mad eye
shivering in a steel trap.
Gerry Rafferty and the Bee Gees
left toiling in gelatin
on a long drive at night.
Somewhere between Garland and oblivion
we make it home. Mother makes
boiled eggs and butter
just before bed.
PromiseI thought I was a prodigal man.
It doesn't matter.
The sun holds true.
Perhaps, I am a priest of thieves,
redeemed in some cautery.
The air, still bountiful and sweet.
However life inlays my debtors,
and I have laid them, after,
I will leave an opening
for light
for everyone
for you.

I took offMy day off.
I stand in sunlight
without asking.
I can watch it being day.
The mud is soft and cool at home.
I'd bury well without a casket,
I’ll be a naked pill for earth.
I build a garden box from wood,
smash my thumb.
Red bell
peppers;
too late for lettuce.
I had a premonition
I would live like this.
No one will remember me.
I’ll forget by Tuesday.
DivorceBefore that day,
Sunday mornings had never occurred to me.
I must have slept through their every summons:
I never knew the time sensitive ritual of finding matching socks,
forcing “nice” shoes over misshapen toes,
the silent pact we would share with the warm cushions of the divan
waiting for Mother to ready us,  memories that settle in the guts
like a madstone, which I could then pull out of my old cadaver
to save myself in the next life.
There were a few moments. Like that time, in the garage,
basking in Father’s sunrise sorcery as he fired his magic timing light
into the fluttering lungs of an engine, or when he let me aim
the water at his bucket, poorly, while he carved something
otherworldly into stubborn dirt.
I held nothing near of Sundays, nothing sacred, nothing dreaded,
save for the occasional shameful confusion
I would coax from my belly with dogged chimes
of christmas bells haranguing the church congregation
with their infernal sequence, hanging like nervou
egothe willow is a gorgeous idiot.
she does not fathom why her feathers
vault to the grass
like gouges in a green fount.
do not praise my derelictions
and unpracticed mourning,
the angle of my slump.
i have given in to gravity
and furious flights
of thirst
but even so,
my envy has a blossom
and a leaf
and i may seem to wave you in
though, i am barely present,
bitter sap in a blind pillar
and i do not deserve to feel
the distant murmur of your affection.
if i hadn't had the drunk luck to meet youi’d have married every bedside witch from here to east dallas
i’d have glistened like a worm to their mescaline psalms
i’d have mired in sinuous wineskin, repentant spectra
i’d Om along in cooing groups, babble with freethinkers
all my endeavors would be gas station derelicts
all of my wrongs would be quasi-continuous
even the over-sought moon would protest
and i wouldn’t recognize one half of the universe



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Mrs-Freestar-Bul Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Writer
My dear friend :huggle: Thank you so much for supporting my work :blowkiss:
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lucytherescuedcat Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Photographer
Congratulations! by LOVEMAYUBesosBLN by RosaBlu

Congratulations! :-) 
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thetaoofchaos Featured By Owner 2 days ago   Writer
Thanks for all the favs and support. :)
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brokengod--veins Featured By Owner Edited 4 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
I swear I watched you before. Gonna fix that. And oh my goodness, we're from the same country. Ayos. :>
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Scarlettletters Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2015  Professional Writer
Thanks very much for faving my work - I appreciate it.
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