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NaPoWriMo – 4/30 – Worst month ever!
If you are a serial singleton and you dance to a spinsters sound then February most of all is the cruellest month around. Society turns to the brightest red raining chocolate and jewellery everyone has a lobster well, except people like me. They'll link their fingers and profess their love hog all the good eateries cock their head and ask out loud Is there something wrong with thee? Because in the month of February when society is pairing some of us are all alone and have lost all sense of caring.
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NaPoWriMo – 3/30 – Fan Poem to Shonda Rhimes
I'm the girl who dreams of sunshine but loves dancing in the rain I fight the fight, just to feel fine it's a battle inside my brain. I found you at Seattle Grace I bonded with dark and twisty and now I have a scandalous face and a book that's rather witty. The words you wrote spoke to my soul I spent a long time in fear you've inspired me to reach my goals, I'm going to say YES this year! I wish I'd been on that kitchen shelf and heard the tales you had to tell I imagine even a christmas elf would have been enchanted by your spell. So, THANK YOU for being you and thank you for Mer and Olivia through them I've learnt some truths or at least some good trivia! Shonda, I am totes addicted I HAVE to hear your words There's no way I could have predicted how your work has changed my world.
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NaPoWriMo – 2/30 – Family
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NaPoWriMo – 1/30
Shade falls from the sky
On my walk
All I see is feet.
Heat stifles the air,
It’s Autumn!
All I see is feet.
Sizzling chook and beer;
Lost tigers.
All I see is feet.
Friday night, sweetheart
twilight walks.
All I see is feet.
C’est la vie, Swan St.
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#iamgrateful for my friend
You are the needle to my thread
You are my greatest mystery
You are the voice inside my head
You are the co-author to my story.
You see me where I’m standing
You keep me on my feet
You hear me when I’m whispering
You narrate our lives in tweets
We dance like no ones watching
We sing to the highest note
We laugh until we’re crying
We wrote a book of silly quotes
I’m thankful that I met you
I’m thankful you’re my friend
I’ll never ever forget you
ours is a story, without an end.
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Journey
Inspired by Thomas Moore ‘The Journey Onwards’
The plot was marked above the earth
gravity she was breaking
her tail pointed towards her birth
and her eyes towards her dreaming.
It’s always hard to leave our friends
the people that define us
but on we go around the bends
away from those who think they know us.
The tapestry of all our years
tell the tales of our growing
we look back on them with happy tears
with memories overflowing.
Reliving moments way back when
affirm the threads that bind us
enrich our love again, again
for those we left behind us.
And as she breathes each foreign shore
and wanders every street
she thinks on love for evermore
and looks for it, in those she meets.
Another scene marks another weave
older chapters start to fade
but the light of love never leaves
and so her story is made.
So, when the road comes to an end
and her tapestry is complete
she’ll think of those from way back when
her people, she will greet.
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Written for R U Okay Day 2015
I started writing this weeks ago for R U Okay Day but forgot to post as I got distracted with life. But here it is. Better late than never…
there is
thunder
in my thoughts
this enemy
has been caught
today
my attention
shorts
as a silver lining
is sought
the curtains veil
my weary eyes
this lead weight smile
my only disguise
people keep asking
why?
It is what it is.
Sigh.
Every day my thoughts
climb this wall
heeding to the worldly call
A soldier must never fall
Every day, the same old game
screaming silently in mental pain
the heart is beating
the lungs are breathing
but the thoughts want to blame
and escape
the suffocating shame
of the toxic enemy
haunting this brain.
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Dear …,
You’re bird shit on my window
every day, I don’t see you
but if you left, I’d miss you.
You’re a cloud around my dreams
try as I might, I can’t see
how you could possibly be.
You’re the abstract on my wall
images painting the clues
can’t you see my, your, our truth.
You’re a voice drawn on my phone
speaking words I cannot hear
I just don’t care – that’s my fear.
I’m the unicorn you wanted
I’m creative and I flaunt it
I’m screaming for you… can you hear it!
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white noise mornings
I’m a bi-racial unicorn
just living life and going strong.
I got my non-fat-mocha-latte
a pick me up from last nights party.
Morning time is always buzzin’
social media all a fussin’
Way up North the earth is shaking
Way down South they’re all a baking.
Mr Z has spoken honest words
two links up from the dying birds.
Mysteries showed on a foreign shore
but that was it, they say no more.
Sports fans are afraid to boo
just in case the media shoot
no need for questions, no need for why
that’s there story, don’t bother to cry.
It’s all white noise in my ears
propoganda, sensationalist fear.
Charlie Ann Alford 
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