tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34081678479559677692024-03-18T19:45:35.299-07:00Queen of Keys30 Days and Sleepless Nights of writing what keeps me alive and creative todaykingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-38355270686055935812015-07-06T20:03:00.001-07:002015-07-06T20:03:58.792-07:00La Suicide D'Affection (a rough draft)<div>Je veux te détruire avec mes lèvres </div><div>Je veux t'embrasser avec mes eux</div><div>Je veux te prendre dans moi même pour te donne un impression de la range des émotion humaine</div><div>Mais tu ne veux pas mon affection</div><div>Juste mon attention</div><div>Est quand le monde érodé notre connections </div><div>Je vais abandonner mes amoureux intention</div>kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-59623105921274930462015-04-27T12:31:00.003-07:002015-04-27T12:31:47.905-07:00Discovery, A Rough Draft (A People Poem) <div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The thought of losing you terrifies me</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You see, for we are friends</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We are in that precarious stage of growth</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">where I know so little of you, and you of me</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and yet I feel that there are few things more worth my time</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">than to discover you</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You my friend, are a fledgling who seems to want to take on the world too soon</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You feel you are ready only because others have told you so</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">not because you have been taught how to fly</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Try, my friend, but if you do not succeed know you have a place to land</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">within me</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I wish you well, as you learn and grow and discover the laughter of others</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will miss when you try and discover it in me</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Because it was always worth seeing your surprise</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to know I gave up willingly</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The thought of drifting away scares me</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">but I can only hope you will extend to me</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Some form of communication that will diminish doubt</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">If only to know that once, you were terrified of losing me too</span></div>
<br />kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-11830017046733696372015-01-16T09:43:00.001-08:002015-01-16T09:43:26.813-08:00Best FriendsBeing best friends is less of a relationship type, and more a state of being. It signifies "I am comfortable with you; you are comfortable with me, and in this we can be anything we want besides that, and remain, for as long as we are best friends, comfortable."kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-37225679315508875592015-01-15T13:23:00.001-08:002015-01-15T13:23:30.346-08:002015 BOOK CHALLENGE!!!!!<div style="text-align: center;">
I SHALL READ THEM ALL!</div>
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kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-18234571571841974652015-01-15T13:08:00.000-08:002015-01-15T13:08:11.668-08:00Weird CityTo The Weird City, <br />
I'm sorry I can't be with you<br />
Till I'm older and wiser and free<br />
There's not time limit say, on the days I'm away<br />
But someday, soon there I'll be<br />
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I dream about you daily<br />
and the adventures I'll have on your streets<br />
the places I'll go, the tan I'll show<br />
the people I can't wait to meet<br />
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How is so hard to make it<br />
living so far from the coast<br />
but where my family is though, complaining of snow <br />
"It's 80 degrees here!" I'll boast<br />
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I'm sorry I need more money<br />
to make my dreams come true<br />
I'm sorry I'm not perfect<br />
but then again neither are you<br />
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I'm sorry I have not found you yet<br />
My perfect home in the West<br />
My Norther style of living<br />
will put all I know to the test <br />
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I'll wait forever for skyscrapers<br />
For the music the food and the sun<br />
The dry heat for days, the easy-living ways<br />
The city that fuels my fun<br />
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I'm sorry I haven't visited<br />
I promise I will someday<br />
But instead of for awhile<br />
I'll say with a smile<br />
"Austin I'm here to stay"kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-33911472045822326942014-12-19T13:14:00.003-08:002014-12-19T13:14:33.418-08:00PERSONAL AD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-12823107359477973632014-12-16T07:43:00.001-08:002015-01-15T13:01:18.540-08:00For a Friend in Need of a Push in the Right Direction- A First DraftTo the wishful face in my mirror<br />
asking how to move on<br />
asking where to go from here<br />
advice on how to be strong<br />
<br />
stop blinking, stop crying,<br />
start drying your eyes<br />
stop wishing, stop hoping<br />
stop accepting all the lies<br />
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Dare to dream another day<br />
as you step out your front door<br />
Don't discourage others who<br />
are looking to find more<br />
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People move and change like airwaves<br />
static up and static down<br />
Just tune your radio one more time<br />
the right friends can always be found <br />
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To the wishful face in my mirror<br />
Who'd give the same advice to me<br />
There's always another doorway<br />
You just need to find the right key<br />
<br />kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-67035828435169807762014-12-10T07:57:00.002-08:002014-12-10T07:57:49.817-08:00Tech Troubles<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I need a distraction</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">from the fact my friend won't focus on my face</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But instead on their phones</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Because I feel lonely in a world where </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">people hold bricks to their eyes and ears to block out others</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My coffee grows cold in my hand as I try to have a conversation</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Offering someone condolences on a bad day</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But what do you need me for</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You have Twitter</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">140 characters who can act better than me</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Because I can't feign acceptance of the technology that takes over our lives</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I want a real piece of art</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A relationship not deluded by pixels and pieced together letters with no vowels</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Because you can't think of real words to say to me</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That's what I said, omg</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I want a relationship to work because we can work on ourselves face to face</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Not with a Skype icon in the middle</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I'm a lets talk about life kind of woman</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Who only uses iMessage to send a message saying lets get together</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So that I can see the emotions as you talk and not the emoticons as you text</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I don't live in a sims game, I don't need virtual people in my life</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And yes I'm guilty</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I do it too</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But that's because I don't know what else to do </span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">as you stare between the clear and blue blurbs on your phone</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Waiting for you to make plans with someone else so you can meet up with them too</span></div>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And text me saying lets do it again soon</span></div>
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kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-85160517415736883262014-11-10T14:08:00.002-08:002014-11-10T14:08:59.615-08:00For a Friend in Need of a Poem About Love -a first draftThere is nothing so frustrating as to be in love.<br />
Nothing so painful, so slow, so tempting.<br />
There is no such substance as is love that can make someone feel so daunted,<br />
so somber of their life and surroundings<br />
doubtful of who they are and what they represent<br />
to other people.<br />
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Love is not about you, though<br />
love is not about who you think you are<br />
or who you want to be<br />
Love is what makes you different from other people<br />
love is the catalyst you pour into a mix to make all the flavors unique<br />
love is so selfish as to make you think it is about you and yet so invigorating to find out that it is not<br />
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Love my dear, is not something you can hold in your hand and release<br />
It is not something you can control or contrive<br />
Darling, it's not on a timer but it doesn't last forever either<br />
Not unless you realize, it's not about you<br />
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It's not about you and it's not about them<br />
Love, you see so blindly<br />
It's an uncontrollable force with a mind of its own<br />
And while you should not join the circus,<br />
a ringmaster can reduce a lion so it looks to purr<br />
but in it's heart, it knows where it belongs<br />
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You may control it as well as a forest fire<br />
You may tame it as well as the sea<br />
you may follow it where it leads you<br />
But only you can set yourself free<br />
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Love dear, is about not knowing what love is, but chasing it anyways.kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-89514004505120950212014-09-07T14:16:00.002-07:002014-09-07T14:16:34.263-07:0014. “Describe yourself as fully and accurately as possible in 140 characters.”<div class="MsoNormal">
I am looking for the epitome of balance; how much can I inspire
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kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-62795424071422491042014-09-07T14:03:00.001-07:002014-09-07T14:04:49.873-07:00#Pinterest ProblemsIn case you don't know me, or you haven't been in the 21st century that long (hello! time traveler), there is this amazing new thing called Pinterest. It is this interactive bulletin board that allows you to find, organize and review your favorite pictures and embedded links. They have ideas ranging from friendship bracelet ideas to the best kept recipes to the top ten ways you can unclog your toilet, and everything in between. It's completely addictive, and I like it because its visual, creative, inspiring and it expands my vocabulary. Yes my friends, it makes me smarter by allowing me to pin words (that do exist and) that I've never heard before. Words that once you have in your vocabulary, not only do you feel smarter and more powerful, but more creative as well. Here are some of those words:<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNNxK7mEKtzxX-HxgX4vHvRUXGRVSQQP2oi3S3UEY_Og_bVrIFHP5RAfUf-Y8pKNpGPSPGA9npLKJ-55SohnlY_RiN-JUKB_Va8anQKdnYmT9FUnKvgbnoenLNmMTQI61u-AL4w7pC86s/s1600/455172020afc240b28d181989d28a516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNNxK7mEKtzxX-HxgX4vHvRUXGRVSQQP2oi3S3UEY_Og_bVrIFHP5RAfUf-Y8pKNpGPSPGA9npLKJ-55SohnlY_RiN-JUKB_Va8anQKdnYmT9FUnKvgbnoenLNmMTQI61u-AL4w7pC86s/s1600/455172020afc240b28d181989d28a516.jpg" height="131" width="200" /></a>In honor of all these words, I am going to try and use a new one every day in my writings. If there's a word you don't know, that might be it!kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-14094935881796363702014-09-01T16:28:00.000-07:002014-09-01T16:28:44.110-07:006. “What makes you happy?”<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I feel like less and less people can say that a lot of things make them happy. The world is becoming a far more picky place, making it a rare occurrence to feel bliss or a smile and everything in between. I am proud to say, however, there are many things that make my heart sing, but for time's sake I can't list them all, so here are just a few.<br />
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*this list does not include people, dogs or any other living creatures, for fear of the obvious* </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">#4. Hugs </span></div>
So for anyone who has talked to me in the last (we'll say) 3 months, I've been slightly obsessed with the 5 Languages of of Love (Gary Chapman people, look him up). Surprise surprise I am most receptive to physical touch (see exibit A),<br />
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which means there is not much I like more in the world than being trampled by people who just want a good squeeze. There should be one of those signs that say keep calm and give kings a hug. <br />
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kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-1125005504676834712014-05-21T21:06:00.000-07:002014-09-07T14:17:12.532-07:00The Mixing of Happiness<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-19002761130326434062014-02-28T09:25:00.000-08:002014-02-28T09:25:12.685-08:00Singing the Midterm BluesIt is the day before spring break; taxis drive in and out of campus, bags are piled on the curbside, students skip class to pack before their flight. And yet I am set apart from those moments. I do not feel a sense of relief as the day draws on; I congratulate people half halfheartedly as they lay out before me their sunny, proposed plans. Many are going south, like birds, flocking to parties or events with friends and family. Others are going home, back to the comfort they readily admit and the knowledge that it will be a week of sleep and attention. When I tell them I am staying here, most look at me in a mild awe and ask me how I can stay on campus. Won't I go crazy, with no one here? Why am I not going home?<br />
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I make a lame excuse about the weather and snow and say I'm working. Both, although weak responses, are true, and they move on to tell me what they plan to do on the beach or who they are most excited to see at home. I am jealous of them in a way I wish I didn't have to be. They don't have a fear of flying and they don't doubt that their parents can support them when they're back. They don't feel like they are being kept at bay, shipped off because its easier to pass the job onto someone else. They are leaving campus for a breath of fresh air, and I, even with the bribes and money, will still be breathing in the fact that I can't go home,can't leave the area, and won't see my parents till the school year is over. It is not something I would ever tell my parents, because both of them would deny it, saying I could have come home. It just wouldn't have been easy on them, and it's better if I stay at arms length. It's ok, I say, I get it. And I know how complicated it would be and I know how little I could do at home. But the fact that they will travel without me later this year and not give it a second thought is something I can't come to terms with. It's not a problem with money, it's not a question of time, but it is the "too much effort" for "too little results" and the fact that I make life complicated. So I'm staying on campus for the third week long break in a row and thinking maybe, just next year, they'll let me come too. kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-50355754607903795752014-02-14T09:37:00.000-08:002014-02-14T09:37:33.965-08:00Happy Valentines Day!<br />
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I could never say with utmost certainty that life, in its entirety, get better. Because truthfully, I don't know. What I do know is that from then to now, it might get bad, but it doesn't get worse. You will have ups and downs just like a cardiac monitor, but in the end your baseline will still be the same, and it will tell you that life just keeps on living.<br />
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<li>The pain will go away. The aching in your back and chest and calfs will ebb and go away as you stop growing and your body stops changing. Birth control and plastic surgery will help with the pain in your chest. Even you neck pain will fade. Try massage therapy.</li>
<li>You will get over him. You will stop being scared in the middle of the night and stop wishing you were dead or hidden and sooner or later you will realize that it was a growing experience, a hard trial that you should not be ashamed of, because no matter what you've been told, you had little control over it, and they should have told you up front the dangers of playing with fire. If they did, then they should have told you differently, because no teenager wants to be told no unless they don't realize that that's what's being said. You are stronger now, smarter and more willing to listen to advice (if equally as stubborn) and it will never leave you but that can be good, eventually. </li>
<li>Don't be afraid of who you are. Stop fighting what you know in your heart might be true because those people to whom it matters most won't care. No, I don't mean mom and dad, but your sister and future friends will accept your choices to be who you are, and sooner or later (it's still later at this point) mom and dad will grow into the idea. That just means that you have to, first. </li>
<li>You will find best friends. You will find people who love you and care for you, who know your quirks and peeves and appreciate you just the same. Some might make you crazy and some might leave for a time, but know sooner or later you will find people who make you feel like you</li>
<li>Listen to people when they tell you to exercise. I know it's cold but you'll venture south eventually, and until then ride a bike outside. </li>
<li>Read more. You will find books that take you away from the world, but unlike TV when you pull your head up for air you will feel better about yourself and the world around you, and life won't seem so bad.</li>
<li>Never talk about anything mildly serious after nine pm. Trust me, it never does any good. </li>
<li>Forgive people. Don't forget what they've done or sweep in under the rug, but acknowledge that it was a mistake, or it was done with the best intentions (hopefully) and that because they are human they, as well as yourself, are not perfect. Breath, and learn to let it go, as much as you can. </li>
<li>Don't try and force it with her. You will fight and not get anywhere, scream and never be heard, cry until you can cry no more but she will never fully understand. She will love you and care for you and try and be there for you but ultimately you are two very different people. As soon as you realize that, life with her will get better. Try writing down what you are feeling, she is more visual and does better with lists. Love her, don't let her out of your life, but remember that not every movie is Freaky Friday. </li>
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That's all the advice I can give you, because other than that I might change time, but hey, at least you know the gist of what happens, right? kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-51332146366695376632014-01-30T12:57:00.003-08:002014-01-30T12:57:54.753-08:00Five People Who Should Show Up At My DoorSometimes, right before I fall asleep, I imagine that someone's just knocked on the door, and I picture, in my mind's eye, who and why that could be. Every time except one I've imagined it (thank you, random drunk guy, for breaking my heart that night), but what if I didnt, who would be on the other side.<br />
<br />5. I've been friends with Dylan for almost six years now, since the summer of 2009, and yet I've only spent a collective two weeks with him. It's strange really, but I feel like the more I get to know him via Skype, phone calls, texts and IM, the more I feel like I'm missing out on a really great tactile friendship. No matter how many times I've tried getting down there in the last two years, either I don't have the money or the time or even just a ride to the airport (the taxi cab would have thrown the whole equation off), and sooner or later I feel I'm going to miss my window of being young and spontaneous and a little bit stupid.<br />
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4. Hannah Smith, in no way is your place at number four any reflection on your personality or our relationship. In fact, if you are reading this right now, remember to write me a letter, then check your mailbox, in that order. You remind me of summer and christmas at the same time, and I would love it if you were to apparate outside my door. You are four on this list because well, I've seen you this month. And I still have a lasting impression of what we did this christmas, and all the delicious things we made appear.<br />
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3. Hi Lilly. I miss you. I have this fantastic idea that you will bring me stories and presents and make beehives with me this summer, and yet I can't be too patient, after all this is me, and sometimes I imagine waking up on Tuesdays and nearly fainting with excitement to tell you what day it is, but it's not you. I want you to show up at my door in your amazing, memorable outfits that honestly I can't get over (I love them so much) and be incredibly excited its Tuesday and there are people to be seen and mayhems to be had.<br />
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2. This one, I'm a bit hesitant about. Sam if you showed up at my door, I'd have most of my mind to never let go and the other part to punch you. But mostly, I'd be happy you remember where I lived or where I went to school or took the time to find out, and come. It's one of my more fantastic hopes and dreams...<br />
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1. Behind door number one we have the traveler who not only guessed the list but also put them in order. Rarely have I been so impressed at mind-reading. Showing up outside my door would mean what, I don't know, but somehow I still imagine you flying back for the goodbye I feel you deserved and I didn't give you. I wanted to make you cake. Anyways, Alicia Miller, July 17th is too long, so at least show up at my virtual door and skype me. <br />
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I want the surprise of a lifetime, someone who loves me enough to show up at my door with no warning and no planning, knowing that because of who we are and how our relationship works I will invite them in and make the bed for however many nights they may want or need it. This is not to say I want someone to murder someone else and need a safe house while I harbor a fugitive, but I would for the right person and hey it makes a great story. kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-54069773776277028792013-11-21T06:23:00.002-08:002013-11-21T06:23:47.151-08:00Something You Are Proud OfShe is taller than me, stronger than me, more flexible than me. <div>
She is smart and funny and warm at heart.</div>
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There is nothing you can say that brings her down, </div>
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because nothing you do will tarnish her opinion of herself </div>
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or the way she thinks of her self image, and if you try </div>
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there is an army of love an support that surrounds her. </div>
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She is soft and warm and does thoughtful things for </div>
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unsuspecting people that do not deserve such kindness. </div>
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And yes, she is stubborn, but I taught her that, </div>
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and more and more I see that stubbornness </div>
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turning into determination, and those things she fears </div>
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turn from trepidation into maturation </div>
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as she challenges the world to a litigation. </div>
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She will argue life until she is blue in the face, </div>
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but eventually life will give up and she will raise her head high and smile, </div>
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because she knows what if feels like to win, </div>
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because she was coached on how to lose gracefully, eventually. </div>
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I taught her many things, but never in a million years </div>
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do I think I do a good job, nor can I claim credit </div>
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for the qualities I admire in her, displayed or kept hidden. </div>
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She is gentle and supportive and she smells familiar, </div>
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like something I can't place but I know I've liked before. </div>
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"Home is wherever I'm with you"</div>
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and there is nothing I like more than her and I together,</div>
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content with the fact we have nothing to hide</div>
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but the fact we enjoy each other's company more than we care to say. </div>
kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-4413696875825553232013-11-21T06:05:00.001-08:002013-11-21T06:05:43.726-08:00Word of the Day: Snarkyshe walks with steps as if she wished to shake the ground; her voice was bossy, and lacked any sentiment of care or feeling, as if she were a robot with a southern twang. There was nothing she had done to personally offend me, and yet there is no feeling like an instinct where you know this person could not sympathize or empathize or compromise with you; essentially, you have nothing in common and opposites will never attract in this case; so give up. She wears purple like it will keep her alive and heels like their's a height requirement in the field she's in; god I hope not because in that case I've failed already. She gives you a reason to believe she hides a snarky personality behind professional walls, leaving it exposed when you don't have the answer she's looking for. Don't subject yourself to vulnerability, stand up to her and fight for what you've done. Admitting your mistakes is just one step in the direction of being a better person; at least you can say you're trying when the day is done, and you've taught yourself a lesson.kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-66564737340323526882013-11-16T18:34:00.000-08:002013-11-16T18:34:00.015-08:00Because This Is Who I Am<div dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-6f7902e3-575f-6d74-7ee7-288c48d848be" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I am late night book reads</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">i am a few tracks from an 80’s album</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">mixed with the smell of a bonfire </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">i am old news and good news whisked with</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">the excitement of a planned tomorrow that could </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">make for a memorable yesterday. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">i am cooked meals at dinner tables and </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">none too many a home sewn together with </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">the lines drawn between friends on a map </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">of the world.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">i am a child and a desperate lover combined</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">with the need to care and the cry to be cared for</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">i am a wishing well of secrets that pools into </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">advice when the time is right</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">i am a safe that guards all but can be opened</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">by many, and only when secrets conflict do i feel</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">the need to change the combination</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I am a bookshelf filled with old favorites,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">unread adventures and pages that have yet </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">to be filled, or are halfway there and desperate</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">for more</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I am the pictures in my head, striving for a </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">perfect reality no one has heard me talk about</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">because I’m too afraid to say it will never come true</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I am the observer in the world hoping tomorrow</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">someone will love me, will pick up my puzzled pieces</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">lay me down and put me back together again, </span></div>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">so I know what it feels like to be wholly loved</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I am next day turkey and dark hot chocolate</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">the first rain of spring that brings me out of my </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">deep frost and leads me to new hope</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I am the summer that fills you with the feeling</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">that life will go on in bliss and the world you live in</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">will only hurt you so long as you let it. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I am the letter you never expected to receive and </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">the guest you'd love to see show up on your </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">front porch, because who doesn't love </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">surprises that make your eyes shine so much</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">you get bubbles in your stomach and feelings that</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">could warm the cruelest of nights</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I am that feeling you get in the morning when you roll</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">over in bed and know you have a few more hours </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">to sleep the static away, the crazy pictures in your head</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">that will clear for a vision of a better tomorrow</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I am a Friday, a Saturday, and a Sunday brunch</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">I want you to hear me like you hear the waves whisper</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">to the dock or the rain sooths the roof at night</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">Breath me in like the first day of autumn where you </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">see the leaves rotating through colors</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">breath me like coming up for air when you thought</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">the rapids would hold you under forever</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">See me like I see myself when I have those days</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">were I look in the mirror and think Damn, today is a</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">good day to be me, because today i am wonderful</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">Know me because I want you to know me, want to</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">be an open book with the best type of secrets</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">knowing not that there will be an ending, just</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">a series of new beginnings brought to life</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">Because this is who I am, and you should never</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">be denied the realization that I am forever</span></span>kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-55765351563534876322013-11-14T07:24:00.004-08:002013-11-14T07:24:32.420-08:00Untitled<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I imagine myself spinning</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">turning faster and faster</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">trying to keep up with the world around me</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">so fast, it might seem as if time has stopped</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">because that's all I want</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I want time to stand still because I've spun so fast</span></span></div>
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<br />kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-79747695001963593562013-10-21T14:43:00.001-07:002013-10-21T14:43:44.428-07:00Floyd's First NameI don't like my last name. Not because it sounds weird, or that it's spelled funny, or that it reminds me of my dad. But because it makes me think of my Dad's dad. I can't say that it reminds me of him, because I never met him, but it reminds me of the fact that he never gave me the chance. He never gave half of his grand-kids the chance, and I'm afraid to ask why. I'm afraid to know why life could be so bad that you could give it up, when the alternative is spending time with people who are as great as Dad and Auntie Judy and Auntie Barbie and Kishka. What could have been so bad that you needed to leave this world, with them in it, for another, without them. There were so many stories I've never heard, so many memories of you that could be there, but aren't. I am too ashamed and afraid to ask why, but I still want to know. I'm still curious as to how and why you are no longer with us; I am still curious as to your full name. But I know you are never mentioned by it, never talked about by name or thought about with fondness out loud, and so I don't know why you deserve my dad's last name; because although you had it first, he deserves it, and you, you gave it away to a better man.kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-24032321890957949222013-10-21T14:41:00.001-07:002013-10-21T14:41:52.423-07:00Gemini BabyI love the month of June. It is, without a doubt, the best month to have a birthday. It is six months away from Christmas both ways, the temperatures are warm but not too warm, and there is that smell in the air that no one can mistake for anything but a sign that summer is coming. So I am perfectly happy to be a Gemini baby, and yet sometimes, I'm not.<br />
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I should start of with the fact that I believe in some parts of the zodiac. I believe that there are some trends in personality depending on when you were born, what planets were in power and when you parents were down to get dirty nine months before; however, the zodiac is a bit too eerily specific for me, and that I think is the reason I don't trust it.<br />
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For example, Gemini's are supposed to be talkative. If you know me, there was never a truer word spoken about my personality/character type. But then it gets more specific; multiple sites say I like to talk because it furthers my relationships and need for information...don't most people want to do that, Gemini or not? Don't get me wrong, I know people who would rather glue their mouths shut if they had to talk as much as I do, but i'm pretty sure they still want to further their relationships with some of the people they know, and gather more information about...anything.<br />
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So zodiac websites generalize. We knew some of it had to be fluff. But what if some of it isn't, and they really know my in's and out's. To name a few freaky coincidences, I think of myself as fickle, restless, with an unsatisfying lack of follow-through and generally nervous and flighty. I think I am incredibly adaptable and quick-thinking but also impulsive and indesicive. I don't know if I actually am all of these things, but I have been told I portray these qualities at least once and I fear I am a combination of all of them.<br />
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Something I know is that I judge people by the way they treat me, and not by how they act around others or looking at their deeper qualities. I never like being bored or having too much down time, and I never like anyone but my closes friends and relatives to know I am stressed or moody. I always want to be happy...But who doesn't?<br />
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The last thing I will mention is this paragraph from the second link below. I haven't dated in awhile so I don't know if this is still true, but from what I have experienced in my history, it rang true before.<br />
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<i>What it's like to date a Gemini Woman:</i></h3>
<i>The Gemini woman is truly enchanting. However, dating her might feel more like a friendship then a real relationship due to her casual nature. This is not necessarily a disadvantage, for the casual man who shy's away from overly romantic emotions, she is the perfect woman. Since she is the astrology sign of the duality, she offers quite the challenge. One one hand, she needs to be nurtured, loved and catered to and on the other hand, she needs stimulation and novelty. She is very demanding and if you do not provide what she wants, she will be off onto the next adventure pretty quickly. To keep her interested is a challenge, not completely impossible so she is the perfect woman for the man who likes stimulation and a challenge. She needs a partner with a quick mind, she tends to poke and prod at the emotions and the minds of those who are mentally slower then her, make sure you can keep up to her wit or you will briskly be left behind. She is prone to keeping men on a string, not completely heartlessly, she is evaluating if the man is worth her attention and her time she has no time to waste with a dull man. Once you have her approval, she can easily become jealous. The reason for her is jealousy is that if she is going to open up to a man, when she rarely completely opens up to anyone, she does not want to risk her being deceived or hurt. If you are with a Gemini woman and she becomes jealous, you are on the right track to true love! Gemini women are so exciting that they are worth the effort, you will remember her forever!</i><br />
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<i>How To Attract Gemini:</i></h3>
<i>Love to talk, that is the first rule about impressing a Gemini. Be knowledgeable about that you talk about too because Gemini are intelligent and have lots of knowledge about many things. If you are an expert on a certain topic, teach them about it, you will impress them because this know-it-all sign is does not usually know fine details about a lot of things, they are too busy to bother to learn. Speak your mind, engage them in a friendly debate but never be too conservative, they find this dull. Be honest and loyal to a Gemini, once they have had their trust broken they usually will never get it back again. Gemini are easy to date, they will do any activity anywhere. Just have fun, like you would with a friends because that's what Gemini are, a great friend.</i><br />
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Is it too vague? Too specific? Does it fit you, whatever your zodiac sign? Let me know, I'd love to find out how I embody a Gemini Baby.<br />
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http://www.astrology.com/gemini-sun-sign-zodiac-signs/2-d-d-66941<br />
http://zodiac-signs-astrology.com/zodiac-signs/gemini.htm<br />
http://www.astrology.com.au/astrology/12-signs-of-the-zodiac/gemini.html<br />
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<br />kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3408167847955967769.post-64004109602581008952013-10-20T15:03:00.000-07:002013-10-20T15:03:31.280-07:00"What If..."What if I could dance. The scariest thing I have ever thought of, aside from losing the people I love in my life, is not being able to live out my dreams. One of the biggest dreams I have for as long as I can remember was that I wanted to be able to dance, and I wanted to do it well. I imagine myself on my high school stages, on picnic table at camp, in front of people who have judged me or before an audience with someone in it whom i was desperate to impress. When i listen to songs my mind wanders, especially in the car, about what my body and self image would look like if I could put on sweatpants and a t-shirt and dance my problems away. I am always taller, sexier, more impressive and graceful and majestic, higher than everyone else, working my way into their heads by saying "look, this is what she can do, don't I wish I could to that too?"<br />
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A lot of that is manipulated by society; dancers are skinnier, reasonably tall, and have unmatched grace and beauty. I'm not saying I want to be pencil thin or have a flat chest, but dancing is one thing I have always wanted and never gotten. Even when I wrote my college essay, saying how I danced in my own way because I choreographed other people, and how that makes me a dancer, that was a lie; the only thing that made me was self conscious, watching other people flaunt the one physical talent I have always wanted. I am not ok with teaching people how to move, how to look beautiful, because that is what I want for me, and each time I think about it I die a little more inside knowing it will never happen. I never danced at my school prom. I will never have a first dance at my wedding. I won't know the feeling of being sexy during a tango or a salsa or dancing in my underwear listening to music in my room. But all of those images flow into my dreams right before I fall asleep, and the last thought that goes through my head simply questions "what if...?"kingsfloyd208http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351215085811799197noreply@blogger.com1