Category: Random Moments
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Speak of the Dead
Funny how a name can be validation or condemnation. I hadn’t even met her, but her presence overwhelmed my world. It got so bad I learnt to talk only about the absolute necessities. Compared to the dead, I spoke less than she.
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Writing 101- Day 5: The Letter
The letter had a ragged tear, ripping through the words, was it torn in rage, or a fit of despair? Sentences without endings, still a tender heart can hope, that another page holds fragments, of words of love she wrote. © ceenoa 7/6/2014
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A Friday Nonsense
I need to write a poem, about what, I do not know, I just need to get the words down, to make the blah blah go. I’m feeling kinda worn out, the work week has been long, so if I have a little tipple, that wouldn’t be too wrong? It’s just a little glass of…
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Writing 101 – Day 4: Loss (Part 1)
Day Four, Writing 101 – Loss: Write about a loss (something or someone). When I look in the mirror I see it, something missing. The spark from my eye, the smile from my lips, the colour from my hair. Where did it go? The years have taken something, and left a slightly lesser me, an…
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Writing 101 – Day 3: Meaningful Music
The assignment for today from Writing 101, write about the 3 most meaningful songs in your life. Hmmm, of all the music, in all the world, you want me to choose just 3 to represent my life? I’ve been thinking about this all day, running songs through my mind, loving them all for one reason…
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Writing 101 – The view I love
I know when I reach this point, my heart says “Home”. That first glimpse of the valley fading away into the distance. The mountains surrounding the edges, the smaller hills nestling at their feet. I only see it for a moment, a glimpse from the car, if I stop and pull over the view is…
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Writing 101 – From my brain to the Page
To write, Words streaming through a brain, fingers tapping at the keys. Ideas not leaking through. Why is it that when the time is there, the words are not? Why do we want to capture some ephemeral, nebulous idea, percolating in our brain, or chain our emotions by surrounding then with letters? For me, it…
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The Tune Remembered
Eyes shut fingers fumble numbers forgotten I cannot dial the phone I search desperately longing to hear a voice gone silent waking after dreams the melody lingers I face reality a single life my cage I can only sing the tune remembered
Ceenoa 
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