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Dear Post SecretI'm not sorry, if sorry means I would do it over differently.Dear Post Secret
Did I seek pleasure merely as a means to avoid pain? And did I find joy by accident? Yes, and finally contentment.
Did I seek the praise and
fear the criticism of others? And was I ever disappointed? Yes, until I found my truth.
Did I seek the attention of the cruel and fear loneliness? And did that tear my heart? Yes, and my heart opened.
Did I seek to gain power in money and worldly goods? And did I despair any loss? Yes, until I valued my self.
by ~wh0rem0ans
butterfly daughteregg, you healed my heart daughter of my wishesbutterfly daughter
larvae, you grew my heart daughter of my dreams
crysalis, you broke my heart daughter of my wounds
butterfly, you healed my heart daughter of my freedom
by ~wh0rem0ans
Twig MotherI suckled Her BabyTwig Mother
at my Crone breast
with delight, as Baby
sucked and swallowed.
Baby's little Twig Mother swept into the room, irate. I told her She was not strong enough; She raged.
Snatching Baby away, Holding Baby overhead, Twig Mother flung Baby
Down in triumph. See?
See Baby covered in fur?
by ~wh0rem0ans
Sunday MorningI want sheets one day past fresh and enough pillows so nothing every feels stiff or tweaks apart.Sunday Morning
I want the windows open and
the temperature perfect for
Rubix-cube-square touching.
I thought to want Cleopatra's handmaidens to serve us but the
world is not big enough for us.
I want movies of every moment like this playing on the ceiling so we can stay very horizontal.
I want no visitors and cannot
understand that part of Brian Wilson's seven year plan.
After several of these days, I want to write a new poem &n
by ~wh0rem0ans
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Be careful when thou art casting out demons, thou dost not allow the casting out of the best parts of thyself.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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Be careful when thou art casting out demons, thou dost not allow the casting out of the best parts of thyself.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
wonderin' if i can do anything for ya
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
No worries.
When I am online here, I tend to read the first few lines of each piece and continue only if they grab me. I get so many, as I am sure you do as well.
None of this should be taken personally.
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Be careful when thou art casting out demons, thou dost not allow the casting out of the best parts of thyself.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
i was just talking about SPEAKING to you
nothing about commenting and stuff
how've you been?
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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