Flight
Open skies
Clouds are mile markers
Breezes are smiles on the wing
Freedom soars above me
Below nothing
Dirt
Ancient ground
Never knew treetop view
New sights and places beacons
Cutting through nights mist
Darkness parts
Dawn
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A Celebratory blog about the art of entertainment and the value of a spirited controversial opinion. *Photography, Music, Fashion, Makeup, Artist, Sculptors, Wise Quotes, and more* There is no subject that will not be touched. This is for simple entertainment, eye openers, soul nurturing, and brutal honesty.
Views on Football from the Front Row
Life is simple... So take notes
Never get lost in the Sauce
Fiction Writing
my writing junkyard
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
My view of this wonderful and crazy life - as I travel and explore.
The Art and Craft of Blogging
A different kind of beautiful
An Introvert's "Ice Cream Social"
I came. I saw. I made it awkward.
life in shorthand
We are freaks. Society dejects us...so we find solace in things that don't exist...
The inky journey of a modern day Troubador
Personal. Lifestyle. Motivation.
Life is just a story. And I've got a pen.
Great poem! I like how it had 3 parts to it!
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Thank you. I see I forgot the title part
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