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AGE:
42
LOC: Canada
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: November 24
LOC: Canada
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: November 24
I live in Vancouver,BC Canada.Single white female-never married.
Employed in travel and tourism.I sing and a lot of my poetry ends up as lyrics which I have occaisionally recorded with other musician friends.I love original music and creativity in all its forms and genres.
Have been writing for well over 30 years.Published poetry in a few small magazines and newspapers over the years,mainly online postings and at The Starlite Cafe and Jann Arden’s website.
I also paint and sculpt in clay or fabric.(picture-quilts soft sculpture etc)Folk art.
Single Mom 2 kids ages 17 and 12.
short and chubby but sweet and cute.(also slightly flaky but fun)
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cry of hunger i saw a child in a doorway calling out into the crowded street i heard his desperate cry of hunger begging for a bite to eat and then a wasted crippled ancient staring out through hollow empty eyes I wished him all this life could offer first he smiled then he died By Cheryl Klassen © 2004 Cheryl Klassen (All rights reserved)
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all the usual distractions stand apart from all the usual distractions trace the movements of the winds step beyond the grasp of utter disillusion feel a tingling begin beneath the skin... take a chance to move between all we don't know it's worth the risk if it just widens the scope move with certainty in time with the truth and translate the meanings by the soul... step inside a world of patience and confidence where those shadows cannot hold breathe in deep and lose that sense of abandonme...
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at the end of the day She used to think too much It only made her head ache He used to stay out of touch They couldn't love that way At the end of the day At the end of the day things are only the same in the ways people change and the endings so vague at the end of the page-it's the end of an age at the end of the day (*BG* The end of the day) He used to hide inside She always felt insecure When she looked into his empty eyes Saw her own disappointment returned With so much to learn She used...
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as my friend so...while you helped yourself to my intimate details and all that dirty laundry ...did you love me then too? and... while you were programming lies into my mind pumping hallucinogens into my body... did you think to show me your love? Or... was that just how you sought to guarantee yourself mine? I felt your presence always. but... you were a master of disguise... and my vulnerable heart only a delectable snack to distract you from my very soul... sad... by the time I realized i...
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Misread i have a thought i write it down to understand what i can't see there are such feelings underlying but i don't know what they mean and so i try to read between the lines beneath the signs i might misread as if my eyes could make some sense of how the words affected me By Cheryl Klassen © 2005 Cheryl Klassen (All rights reserved)
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Sometimes we can love with all our hearts and it still doesn't happen.Sometimes we love the wrong people and sometimes the right people hurt is just to teach us about love.Painful but true.Brutal but oh so necessary.You've captured this so well.Kudos~Cheryl(kismet)
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Wow! Intense. The only thing I have to critique is that I wanted there to be more ..more explanation, more about each character and more story. I was rivited from the first paragraph but a bit disappointed at the end.Except for a few spelling mistakes (use spellcheck)it was very well written. I look forward to reading more of your stories~Cheryl
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This line in particular struck a very resonant chord in me,"We all have deficiencies in our childhoods we could carry around in an egg crate in order to cushion and protect them from ever getting fixed. They help define who we are, why we are, and why we can never be fixed." A magnificent tribute that made me wish I were your Mother reading this. Everyone's Mother should read this!So B-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l I cried!! Accolades!~Cheryl
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