Category: Random Moments
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Too Much Electronica
too much electronica jangles my nerves like an out of tune harmonica in contest with a drum time swirling down the drain of broadband habit carrying drudge and strain to purgatory the rubber band of fun snapped back revealing relaxations sum as negative. © ceenoa
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Vesuvius
I am the skin that’s stretched unsightly the bond that binds too tightly I am the back that breaks under the straw believing I can carry more I am the wire that sings with tension full of false pretensions I am human I am flawed Why do I expect I should be more? © ceenoa
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Question 30: Bubbles of Nothing
Why is it that bubbles, which are a thin skin of water and detergent full of essentially nothing, give me such large amounts of pleasure?
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Language of Stones
In the tracery of lichen, in the cracks between the whole, the truth of you remembered, etched eternal in my soul. Long years have slowly weathered all the memories I knew, yet stone retains the language of love, of loss, of you.
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Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge 17
Through stray focus I beheld your hopeful smile my heart, eternity. © ceenoa
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How Do You …?
How do you write a poem? they ask, to answer that question is no easy task, it starts with a word, and idea or a phrase, nagging for hours, or sometimes whole days. The words swirl in the blender that I call my brain, and I scoop out the best, pour the gunk down the…
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Baggage
People think of baggage, as something that is bad, to be discarded soon as, the opportunity is had. But baggage can be useful, for storing things you need, to grow and learn and change from, old life lessons you should heed. New baggage is the hardest, it’s lines are sharp and cruel, painful corners on…
Ceenoa 
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