Nobody saw how special she was
Nobody valued her qualities
Nobody realised her strengths,
Nobody comprehend her speech.
Some people think she was too old to be young.
Some people was sure of that.
Some people wanted to take off her peace.
But peace was her second name.
It was her. Herself.
She wasn’t more special than anybody. She was just different.
Life made her this way
she didn’t know how to be like the others.
While she was walking, thinking, reading …
people …. People was living.
Leaving her alone because they couldn’t understand her.
She was not the best company to celebrate because she wasn’t the happier.
She was a desired company in bed but she prefered to be bad.
While people was having a hangover… She was sleeping and
dreaming she was vomiting diamonds.
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a tired boot lies on the sill
hangs out its tongue like an old dhole
snores and twitches a dirty sole
with a dried-on daffodil
it dreams of untrodden routes
long forest walks, steep mountain trails
and how it tells bedtime tall tales
to gaped-in-awe puppy-boots
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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Podcasts are the kind of thing one does when one is bored and looking for a purpose in life. I’m not so certain that I’ve found that purpose, nor am I certain that the episode you’re about to hear is the best I’ve ever done. Actually, it’s probably the worst, so consider yourself warned.
(I strongly suspect that I need another human being to talk to during these things! Hopefully, I can make that happen…)
Anyhow, this latest Crumbcast is about dreams, an unmentionable sex act, and going off script. Someone please wake me up!
PS: This is a bit strange, but if you want to listen to the sound then you should click on the picture below. Yes, it’s real magic in the digital world, I tell ya!
by TONY SINGLE
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