Her Face, in the Movies

Disclaimer – I am drugged, and this may make no sense.

But it what it is.

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When watching that crucial moment in a movie, and you find yourself sat on the edge of your chair-your face leant forward, almost pressed onto the screen, engrossed in what is about to take place; its the moments like these where you unconsciously learn the small micro expressions and tell tale lines that flash across the face you ware watching. These unintended signals that tell you everything. What you learn evolves into an affectionate recognition. The smiles and the downward looks as they think about what to say next. And even better, the laughter where the head gets thrown back and the arms and hands come up in joyful openness.

Her hoodie trying to hide her morning hair and the crazy faces frozen in time for long enough moments to cause a giggle. Excited eyes telling me excited stories. I love this girl.

You are my favourite movie. The supporting actor is the veteran who vacuums his lawn, and on occasion the tangents we go off onto (totally having to pause the actual thread of the movie).

A bear, in a cinema chair, with a box of popcorn.

Wanna go on a date with me?

Tripping on Arabella

Arabella, can´t stop thinking-
about you; makes me drinking, kiss me,
princess you are no less….. you bitch!
Take a hitch-hiking. I hate you, screw your due
What? You people thought this was going to be
a love story at the beginning of this writing, na,
I´m a mean starling, flying without a darling.
But,
Then there is Stella
but that is not real
i just made this news a real or newsreal?
Anyways Anyhows
I´d love to eat your bad cows
This is for you Arabella
Just my trip
And now I´m having another whiskey sip.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

A moment once….

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I fought hard to get there ~ knowing

time was not on our side.

driving miles of highway

and

sifting through millions of thoughts in my mind.

.

I had to see her,

touch her

and

stroke her soft silver hair ~ feel

the warmth of her breath

and

listen

to the rhythm of her heart.

.

I wanted so much to hold

onto the beauty of her soul ~ wrap

my arms around her tightly ~ ~ ~

never let go……………..

but…

She was present for my sunrise,

I was present for her sunset

and

in between it all ~ we lived

as

mother and daughter.

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In response to the Poetry Challenge for the week of May 11th…

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Poetry Challenge – Week of May 11th

Mocking Bird Down

The challenge this week is to use the words, sunset, silver and beauty in a poem. Each member obviously will have their own interpretation. Here she blows:

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He smiled. He was the beast,
and she the beauty. The silver
lining that ushered in
a new hope. But,
his heart lacked the
bravery. Sunset came,
sunrise followed, and still;
she did not know his name.
And she never would.
Because he never could,
quite offer anything more
thank a whimper,
and a longing
for belonging.

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Nod if you Understand

Mocking Bird Down

Listless,
Restless,
Benign and numb.
Heavy hearted.
Detached.
Unlatched.
Falling.
Resisting.
Insisting,
on enlisting
every emotion
already in motion,
to paint pictures.
Join the dots
On what I have lost.
Or, what I gave up.
Say something.
Moan.
Groan, anything
to show me
that this
isnt
permanent.

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Chasing Demons

Mocking Bird Down

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It is more convoluted, than just
a throbbing demand for blood.
It is more labyrinthine than simply
knowing that I will stand, bloody faced
and victorious, heart pounding against
my rib cage. A reminder that the trophy blood
that drips from my hands, is not mine.
It belongs to one of the demons that has tracked me
for too many years, lurking. In that few seconds before
day becomes night, waiting relentlessly to swallow
whole the rare moments when I am able to
fall asleep with out first having to run my fingers
along the blades hidden beneath my bed,
just to comfort my mind before close my eyes.
The corpse, black and burnt, will not stand again.
But there are more where this one came from.
Its more complicated than positive talk and
encouragement. Its more complicated than
a patronizing pat on the back, telling me that
everything will…

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