Over finely feathered lain lawn were all my insecurities born. A thimble full of how and whys,spaciously spread,along with tear full red-rimmed eyes.
Yesterday has gone,tomorrow can wait. Presently I weep bottom lip trembling as I speak. Cards upon the table of life,off balance and very unstable.
Spinning wheel of exploitation,please stop your rotation of accusations. Spoon full of lies take too the skies. Wishful thinkers remove those blinkers. Over clothed dressers make good your confessions.
No good for my own self worth. Imperfection on a high thermal swept surf. My expectations are on an highway that is seldom being ridden.
Be gone! Current of scorn.
Sad eyes give birth too realise, on an age long humble sky,of a Thistle Strewn Pie.
I like the concept, what pie would I have made so far with my life, I would fantasize and say apple or pumpkin, or my favorite, cheesecake, but it would be pretty close to Thistle Strewn Pie.
I like the concept of life as a pie as it were. :)Wonderful idea! Mine would most likely be thistles and thorns with some blueberries thrown in for some sweetness. :)
poppyredsydney, New South Wales AustraliaApr 25, 2012
O love this too.And you are right.Lies erode away the self esteem and put us right of balance.Who can stand stable on a thistle strewn pie.Not I.
snowman10Scarborough, Tobago Trinidad and TobagoMay 6, 2012
Many on this site to often give out sadness because of the common reality thats infront of them.
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