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[henriquejorgegentleman]

[kmarcigrace]

relaxing and so much to do that will have to wait... rainy days and Sundays bringing quiet and peace to my mind on this, day 8 of 365... ღk

[persseida]

[omgciochemipiace]

[kmarcigrace]

its amazing to me how the character of others are seen not immediately but once they do something that is so unbelievable, not matching words they have said, over and over.... so is it true,  don’t believe words, just actions and patterns are all that matter...Or is it our wanting someone /something to work out so badly, we ignore the possibilities that they or that could be anything other than exactly what we want in our lives.   I take a deep breath, I wonder, I sigh,  I cry tears that won’t stop flowing from my green eyes..and I wonder..

WHY ....simply why...

[daddyslittleflame]

[kmarcigrace]

some days are meant for this ...to do the things you wish ...and nothing more  ©ღk

[the-ghost-darkness]

[kmarcigrace]

There is something sensual about a pending storm …perhaps it’s my desire for darkness .. unsuspecting of what is to come …no expectations… The titillating sounds as the grey clouds form around me…and the wind pushing its way in… ©ღk

[je-suis-dalia-deactivated201606]

[sleepinsidemysoul]

another page another thought another tossed upon the floor and this is just the way it is  another day of writing more……… paper cuts bleed, key overused fingers callous and sometimes ache….but nothing compares to the feelings that the soul and heart endure because every keystroke from a writer is a story inside themselves ….another moment or event being exposed perhaps not blatantly but you can’t write it if you haven’t either entertained the idea or committed it.. and the exposure alone can be daunting as it triggers a memory or moment in time where you can smile…  or you can cry in remembrance…   ©k ❤         

the quote from Ernest Hemingway is on point and always a re-gift from me.  “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” ― Ernest Hemingway

[ludi-beskraj]

[sleepinsidemysoul]

this is where stories were told poetry written and songs memorized  ~  this was where silence met with no resistance and time was allowed to stand still ~  this was their beach their summer their tide  where they watched the sun rise and sunsets from each others eyes

[manuscrite]

[kmarcigrace]

I will watch the sunrise in the morning   And everything will be new again   You will be on my mind as my first thought  As you are every morning ~ Now I lay me down to dream  My thoughts must rest or so it seems  And as I sleep we’ll join as One.  Sweet dreams to You my day is done  And just like every single night   I’m in your arms, wrapped up so tight   Now as my green eyes close its true…   My very last thought….is always of You      ©k♥ღ  

[milagro1610-deactivated20190705]

[girlwiththegypsysoul]

i miss her sometimes…i wonder what she would think of us now…. ღk

[missharpersworld]

[girlwiththegypsysoul]

Tuesday Morning…imagining another day, another way to live happily healthy  and productively… ღk

[kmarcigrace]

and now that it is Thursday... I am imagining still

[pinkyzz]

[sleepinsidemysoul]

this is his universe… the very woman that she is…every ray of light that shines from her brings him peace and comfort…regardless of anything else….imagine how that must feel….to be that to him, or her… with constellations lining up, being able to confirm  trust and possession …….to be desired like this…chosen to be the One for each other…these are emotions and devotion that deeply touch my soul   Copyright © k2015

[manuscrite]

[teachingliteracy]

[mylifethroughgreeneyes]

We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” Anaïs Nin

when we write, it is often impromptu, off the cuff…almost like a Rorschach test, the first thing that comes to our mind from sight..that is in the moment for me…once i read it again, in retrospect (aside from my endless typos or as @tayx2 once said, she does her best editing after she has posted it live)….i have always believed that writing my first thought on a subject was the raw, deep, dark abyss of what i really wanted to say….if you write and one day you are reading something that touches you so profoundly and even brings you to tears, only to find out that you were the one that had written it in the past…..i have then tasted life twice….in its truest purest darkest most honest form….this becomes my retrospective look into myself    ©♥ღk  2017  

[bigbossclay-blog-deactivated201]

[sleepinsidemysoul]

having a pleasant flowing quality suggestive of music— that was my introduction to the word and how i always used it  in my writing  (okay so not ALWAYS always since my online writing began within an erotica format only)

     so in honor of Mellifluous as used above,  i digress ..(kind of sort of)…

and once tasted, he could not devour enough of her deliciously silky sweet mellifluous decadence …she harmonized,  matching him note for note in moans and sighs …and in return  for such a gift,  he promised to forever sip her melodically flowing lust of honey until she begged him to stop …she smiled knowing herself all too well…oh she may beg …but not to stop… ©♥ღk 

[sensuelle92000]

[sleepinsidemysoul]

His hands touch her in places that had been left unexplored ..taking her places she once thought were unreachable or non-existent .. his hands soothe the woman inside her as they caress her soul…leaving no single part of her untouched and unexposed.. especially …her heart.…©♥ღk 

[passionchangeverything]

[sleepinsidemysoul]

Stark solid rose of white blending to ivory casting an ebony shadow of beautiful notes in the moonlight. And the music plays on….quiet your mind…. Just….listen

[pushingthelines]

[kmarcigrace]

OWLS

They always kept my parents and friends close, collecting them from all over the country/world and adding to my collection so I wouldn’t ever miss my obsession with Owls presented in any way, photographs, graphics or cards, clothing, statues, or candles….what they never realized is ….all  those people are no longer with us, so suffice it to say I am guessing its the Owls that will keep me from missing my parents and friends ….so much.

I still remember, even at my age, who made or bought or gave me one they already had, remembering every single one, and where they got it from …. I was a lucky child, i grew up around loving people…..I miss them often….just as much as I miss the girl who was fortunate to receive a memory, of others remembering and caring that I collected owls enough to pick up them along their travels…. I need to find the artist that made this graphic, It would be a treasure to close my life out with, or one to give me the hope to decide and continue on.. ©ღk