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macele · 09-21-2011, 10:21 PM

i've wrote quite a bit this way, via a picture. i love it. thank you. i will come back and post ... first i must write lol.

question, how do you post a picture?

Hollylane · 09-21-2011, 10:27 PM

I will pm you and explain...Welcome, enjoy reading and writing!

macele · 09-22-2011, 06:03 AM

a gesture by one,
powerless --
wanting to breathe
like she did yesterday

but knowing,
the nurse of salvation
can't heal dying

when the lines are crossed
and she no longer belongs
to the right side of hell.

mac 9/22/11

macele · 09-22-2011, 06:13 AM

Hollylane · 09-22-2011, 09:53 PM

She strode, decidedly unladylike, into the sun dappled shadows of the forest behind the barn, putting much distance between herself and the imaginations of children who played docilely with store bought toys in pretty pink bedrooms.

In her mind's eye, the trickling creek in front of her became a great raging river that she carefully picked her way across on slippery stones, while shouldering a knapsack filled with the tools of survival. A butter knife, a roll of twine, a half eaten red licorice whip, a parchment wrapped cheese sandwich, a tattered copy of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and a salvaged kite, gleaned from the highest branches of the old oak at the school, that the other girls would never dream of climbing.

She found her secret place, deep in the woods, where the only attire ever worn were t-shirts, jeans, cowboy boots, and occasionally, a dusty and well worn old straw hat. No dresses, no skirts, no patent leather shoes were required here. No mother fussing over dirty fingernails, rubbing at her cheeks with a perfumed handkerchief, or moaning over a tear in her dress.

This was her world, with many grand adventures waiting to be revealed.

Hollylane · 09-23-2011, 10:44 PM

macele · 09-25-2011, 12:38 AM

my collection of memories
were auctioned a long time ago

so believing that mental miracles
happen to breakdowns like mine,
is vain magic.

but you've waited for me --
a love made of gambaru

hoping that i escape
from this concave exhaustion
... called war.

mac 9/24/11

09-22-2011, 06:03 AM	#3
macele Member How Do You Identify?: a bold-assed maximus Preferred Pronoun?: she Join Date: Sep 2011 Location: mississippi Posts: 1,066 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 3,178 Thanked 3,230 Times in 847 Posts Rep Power: 21474850	powerless a gesture by one, powerless -- wanting to breathe like she did yesterday but knowing, the nurse of salvation can't heal dying when the lines are crossed and she no longer belongs to the right side of hell. mac 9/22/11

09-22-2011, 06:13 AM	#4
macele Member How Do You Identify?: a bold-assed maximus Preferred Pronoun?: she Join Date: Sep 2011 Location: mississippi Posts: 1,066 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 3,178 Thanked 3,230 Times in 847 Posts Rep Power: 21474850	gorden snidow

09-22-2011, 09:53 PM	#5
Hollylane Practically Lives Here How Do You Identify?: . Preferred Pronoun?: . Relationship Status: . Join Date: Jun 2011 Location: . Posts: 11,495 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 34,694 Thanked 26,361 Times in 5,875 Posts Rep Power: 21474862	This was very challenging... She strode, decidedly unladylike, into the sun dappled shadows of the forest behind the barn, putting much distance between herself and the imaginations of children who played docilely with store bought toys in pretty pink bedrooms. In her mind's eye, the trickling creek in front of her became a great raging river that she carefully picked her way across on slippery stones, while shouldering a knapsack filled with the tools of survival. A butter knife, a roll of twine, a half eaten red licorice whip, a parchment wrapped cheese sandwich, a tattered copy of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and a salvaged kite, gleaned from the highest branches of the old oak at the school, that the other girls would never dream of climbing. She found her secret place, deep in the woods, where the only attire ever worn were t-shirts, jeans, cowboy boots, and occasionally, a dusty and well worn old straw hat. No dresses, no skirts, no patent leather shoes were required here. No mother fussing over dirty fingernails, rubbing at her cheeks with a perfumed handkerchief, or moaning over a tear in her dress. This was her world, with many grand adventures waiting to be revealed.

09-23-2011, 10:44 PM	#6
Hollylane Practically Lives Here How Do You Identify?: . Preferred Pronoun?: . Relationship Status: . Join Date: Jun 2011 Location: . Posts: 11,495 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 34,694 Thanked 26,361 Times in 5,875 Posts Rep Power: 21474862	Brownsmead (Astoria, OR) Old Gray Barn

09-25-2011, 12:38 AM	#7
macele Member How Do You Identify?: a bold-assed maximus Preferred Pronoun?: she Join Date: Sep 2011 Location: mississippi Posts: 1,066 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 3,178 Thanked 3,230 Times in 847 Posts Rep Power: 21474850	war my collection of memories were auctioned a long time ago so believing that mental miracles happen to breakdowns like mine, is vain magic. but you've waited for me -- a love made of gambaru hoping that i escape from this concave exhaustion ... called war. mac 9/24/11

09-21-2011, 10:21 PM	#1
macele Member How Do You Identify?: a bold-assed maximus Preferred Pronoun?: she Join Date: Sep 2011 Location: mississippi Posts: 1,066 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 3,178 Thanked 3,230 Times in 847 Posts Rep Power: 21474850	i've wrote quite a bit this way, via a picture. i love it. thank you. i will come back and post ... first i must write lol. question, how do you post a picture?

09-21-2011, 10:27 PM	#2
Hollylane Practically Lives Here How Do You Identify?: . Preferred Pronoun?: . Relationship Status: . Join Date: Jun 2011 Location: . Posts: 11,495 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 34,694 Thanked 26,361 Times in 5,875 Posts Rep Power: 21474862	I will pm you and explain...Welcome, enjoy reading and writing!