Like shooting stars murmuring, “make a wish, make a wish!” Multiplying, crashing like soft wet mini-bombs, softly on my lips… Thousands of warm thoughts, hopes, dreams melting as my skin they meet… Your name writen in crystal fashioned letters, all over my Santa wish list…
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What better time to get the clipper out, and shave my furry beast, right? Chilliest time of year, and just before visiting grand-ma and her own two furballs! Let’s just say I am a cruel mom! But rest assured… I got scratched and hissed at my fair deal, and I gave Freja a good…… Continue reading Mumz! I iz a hovercraft!
Between awakeness and sleep. Between my clumsy ways and your sleek manners, and I don’t compare… I don’t know how I could ever think… I had what it took to please what you seeked. I am sorry for failing you.
My vision trying to gain insight into your lofty ideals unfortunately was greatly reduced, my sunglasses shielding my eyes from your ethereal radiance…. This piece is the work of Notthedane56. You can find a lot more of his poetry, fiction and humor on his main site Everything in and around Denmark and on his…… Continue reading Lofty Ideals – Notthedane56
That would be Greenland, in Greenlandic. Oh no! She’s going to whine about Greenland again…” You bet, I will! Christmas is coming, and I still have this silly dream of seeing Greenland’s flag in The Cove, and what better gift could I get for the Holidays? The world’s largest island is still playing hard…… Continue reading Kalaallit Nunaat, please!
I have a weird working brain, but at least it is working (most of the time… at least to keep my heart pumping and my lungs running their CO2 business). I know I am not the only one… lots of people don’t use their brains according to the manual. I strongly believe that us people…… Continue reading Crazy brains… just not mine!
Why? Why not, and all that’s in between. Thoughts too loud, the day just beginning… Too early to wonder, to late to change anything… Better go back to bed, nothing equals dreaming.
Starting at the bottom, step by step, upping my game, always looking high… I’ll paint my lips bright red as fire, curl my hair I’ll wrap my body in the finest silk, showing just enough, not showing too much… I’ll sing with a crystal voice, charming them with my words, with my thoughts, with…… Continue reading When the best, I’ll be…
Un sourire tout petit tout simple, comme une fleur… À porter subtilement, accoté délicatement sur ton coeur. Un calin, petite douceur… juste un sourire.
