I started playing Scrabble again. Need to brush up on the many new words that were added to the official list, but I’m still kicking ass.
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As I did way back when I had my Scrabble Junction website, I plan on posting some of the stranger words I encounter from my opponents. I had a subpage called “Weird Words”, and updating it helped me retain info.
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I’m definitely showing ya’ll my nerdy side, eh? Tee hee.
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While I’m here, shout out to all of my followers. You rock! Thank you!
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XO
And I do,
solemnly,
with these words,
on this 330th day of January,
restore myself.
The burned and frozen me.
The sore uneternal hairy me.
The wormy sinning me.
The tainted me.
I slip myself over my shoulders,
I become one with me,
because I have no other choice.
Because accepting
that there is no way out,
is the way out.
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Eerily quiet
All I want to do is sleep
First day of the year
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Copyright 2019 Julie L. Jones
Azuki Lynn on Tumblr
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perched on stools
smoking and drinking
ignoring bowls of salty peanuts
and stale popcorn
we were already thirsty enough
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her hand
hidden by the bar
traveled between my thighs
i became her wildfire
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she wanted to know my guilty pleasures
she wanted to know everything
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i managed to stay composed
as i told her this was one of them
this time with her
this carefree time
her lovely lust
her mischievous eyes
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who was i kidding?
i never felt guilty at all
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Copyright 2019 Julie L. Jones
Azuki Lynn on Tumblr
The loneliness of Earth
is a warm thing.
Dinosaurs are doctrines
of time & space.
I am in my room. Alone
and thoughtless
like fishbones. Who will
read my body?
The soil says I want you,
but I can wait.
sometimes poetry is too heavy on my tongue
burns like memories; ouch and forget
quickly, before the tears run
escape
into silence or
fall in love with a lie
I awoke this morning
A slow ache
Pressing at my temples
A hollowness
Echoing past my sore throat
Like a long lonely sigh
Escaping dry lips
I must have
Must have
dreamt you
Must have called out your name
For I am restless
And alone
Dear Tumblrs,
I love you and I appreciate you more than mere words could ever convey.
Happy New Year to you and yours.
Stay safe. Stay frosty.
XO
All Things Made of Fire
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As kids, we hit cap-gun caps with rocks.
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Despite all warnings as to the risks involved, we’d hit them one by one by one, loving the sparks they gave off and the little bangs they’d make.
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I remember that wondrous smell, gunpowder residue mixed with smoke. It was intoxicating to say the least.
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I also remember the time a chip of rock flew into the eye of my friend from across the street. Bruce was his name, well Brucie really, because that’s what everyone called him.
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At first, he thought his eye was on fire, that a cap had exploded inside. He ran home hollering up a storm. No more caps were hit that day.
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It wasn’t long though, before we were at it again, banging on those caps (only with hammers this time, instead of those tricky rocks).
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The lure of fire, in all its forms, has always been a strong one. I’ve been thinking about that tonight. It’s New Year’s Eve, it’s 2:00 a.m., and that old, familiar gunpowder smell hangs heavy in the air. It’s still intoxicating.
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I stand on the sidewalk for a little while, gazing up at the sky. Orion is surprisingly visible. The brouhaha is winding down in neighborhoods all around here.
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I wait long enough to see a couple more stray fireworks, then head back on inside.
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I think about those childhood days, how enthralled we were by all things made of fire. And though I’ve spent this night in solitude, I cannot help but smile.
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Copyright 2019 Julie L. Jones
Azuki Lynn on Tumblr
there is a weaving
in the eye of my beholder
an infinity of softness
a plentitude of blue
oh, how she caresses me
this worded, winged thing
with her binding
threads of madness
her deft
fingers ply me
i am her earthly loom
she is my devil
she is my angel
my divine
and wicked muse
Azuki Lynn
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pieces of beauty drift through the night
songs that fill your heart
songs that make you cry
quietly… tears fall
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pieces of poems drift past your eyes
flowers and sunsets
snow angels and lullabies
quietly… you fall
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you fall into darkness
you fall out of love
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pieces of longing slip through your hands
the touch and taste of summer rain
bare feet covered with white sand
quietly… quietly…
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drift into me
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Copyright 2018 Julie L. Jones
Azuki Lynn on Tumblr
