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Published in my poetry anthology Soapbox Trophies.  Release date TBA.  Thanks for all your support! :)


— theladyblue, Dec 01, 2007

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Mark

Mark

18 years 6 months ago

This is sad

and beautiful as well. I wish I could understand. Why do I seem to miss so much? Mark
theladyblue

theladyblue

18 years 6 months ago

i can be a tad cryptic

this was actually written at a very frustrating point for me. ironiclly when i am stricken with writter's block i can seem to write about nothing else however the inspiration it seems to bring inspires some of my favorite writes...i guess it is a writter's curse. thanks so much for your time and opinion!!! <3 Emarie
Mark

Mark

18 years 6 months ago

Clear head

your note (thanks) and a second then third read for enjoyment brings to light how much we share. Thanks so much, Mark
theladyblue

theladyblue

18 years 6 months ago

even through the fog a rainbow shows

so what the hell then lets just make it a curse for the masses!!! haha you are very welcome btw) i live by a very simple term...if you dont know...ask. i will always answer (when its possible that i wont make a fool of myself lol)!!! <3 Emarie
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IKnowNoBox

18 years 6 months ago

Color Over-applicated

Smear why thank you Blue you lend a hue to the very sky streak with gray billowed into a sun set careful not to hide the twilight sips of dark purple tp put the horizon into perspective hold on a seagull slips in and if you look closly its reflection when it comes to the sea this commisioned artist is said to say it must be calm for He has not the motion caught in smear or technic. Then take a picture in black and white of this moment before it morphs to night. Abstractly, Dabid
Mark

Mark

18 years 5 months ago

I just like to

put different colors in my hands and rub it all in a smear then look and figure it all out. I made a boat in the raging ocean once and called it God maybe it is really Goddess. whers my paints?