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The Emotional Orphan
http://emotionalorphan.net
A Repository of Human Emotion. All the good, bad, and ugly that makes life...life. I am a museum of past affection. A wax museum in the sun. "Sine amore nihil sum", Without Love I Am Nothing.
Recent Posts
The Story Left Unread
There is a story. It is one you should probably not read. Full of truth and realities harsher than the truth. Names the neurosis and puts a face on the demons that plague me. It says things better left unsaid, and shines light on the darkness that o...
A Life At The Museum
OK. I think I get it. Fooling oneself is such a chore. Can’t be bothered with Love or any other distraction. Though in this case the need is false and misguided. Pointless. A diversion. But change requires effort and energy must be conserved fo...
Kiss. Choked.
Nothing clear anymore . No color. Muted and half tones. Hues bleeding on the page. Blended with words that mean nothing. There are responses. Not to anything said . Only to convenient misconceptions. They choked me, given with a kiss. No matter how s...
The Gale
The storyteller spoke: “This tale found the winds held in her hands, while below salty seas and reflective crystal waters her truths lived. They teased the surface like a school of flying fish or a porpoise up for air.” “This tale found him for...
Unspoken Words, Unwritten Poems, Unopened Gifts, And Santa
Your words take on a whole new meaning- Possess a whole new impact and power, when they jump from the page rather than from the blue hazy hue of modern technology’s window. Like a reflecting pool, they mirror an image of you that is seen only b...
The Man Who Finished The List
I once knew a man who set the standard. One who answered the call by lifting the “bar” so high, no one else could possibly clear it. Even if they could, they could never be as graceful, gentlemanly, wise, or display such a natural acumen ...
