faceless stranger

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    • stolenangel
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    faceless stranger

    They were both strangers;
    two people at different ends of the earth.
    Was it real or was it just some crazy imagination
    she played in her mind?
    There was something about him
    that she couldn't decipher,
    like codes within codes.
    He was different.
    He understood her like no other had.
    He cared, listened and comforted her.
    He didn't- doesn't know her.
    She doesn't know him
    but she still thinks about him all the time.
    Maybe she loves him
    but that she'll never know
    and he'll never know.
    They'll still be strangers.
    Just two different people
    with totally different lives
    somehow connected
    by a tiny cord of love-
    so tiny that they hardly noticed it;
    might never notice it.

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    Sophialaurenea commented on faceless stranger

    06-15-2009

    EAT SMOKE ALCOHOL DRUGS: I CHOOSE TO WRITE by Sophialaurenea Y. Destine BETTY SHABAZZ DESIRE Although you lost Malcolm to violence, your anger was in silence. The pain you bared, the children alone you reared. A first-rate mother, there was no other. Your passion was knowledge, so you entered college. With an education, you had a Master Degree at graduation. It caused the whole Shabazz family's celebration. A compassionate nurse who knew her verse, brutality you did curse. The world you had great care. You wanted everyone to share. You chose to be involved. Many problems you did solve. Your grandson you so love like a smooth warm glove. It was confusion from a negative intrusion. There's a delusion. Who's wrong? Betty says, "Stay strong. Don't focus on the fire! My children have my desire." Mrs Catherine Alvarez is telling Ruth ( female client) that I am saying she is stocking me; and she has homosexually feelings towards me. It was the other Kathy informing me that Cathy admitted to having intense feeling towards me. And it was John from Glide informing me that Cathy likes me more than a friend. Folks I am 100% heterosexual. I have nothing against gays, transgenders, bisexuals. My best friend is bisexual on the east coast: Her name is Davene Jackson. Davene respects my choice of my sexual orientation. Cathy assumes she could force me to like her, force me to talk to her. Cathy is now telling Ruth when I talk on the phone: I am make believing someone is on the other end. Boy! talking about being sad / sorry. I guess that's Mrs. Alvarez MO. Since I cease speaking to her; Cathy said I changed her pass word to her emails, then I stolen her credit card. When the graveyard supervisor, Sonia asked me to assist her giving out blankets, sheets, towels to the men behind the desk. Cathy is saying, I gave out mail and look on the computer to get her ss#.
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    Phoenix9 commented on faceless stranger

    04-26-2009

    very nicely done
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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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