Tag: tempie
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March 22, 2007 07:14 PM EDT --
There is a bottle that I keep on my shelf.
It is unlabled, but I know what's inside.
What's inside that little blue bottle.
The top of the bottle has a mother-of-pearl stopper in it.
It sparkles . . . more
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March 24, 2007 11:30 PM EDT --
Here I lie,
The wind is my sweet sigh.
The waves nip my toes,
As I lie on the sand.
Here I sleep,
This day for to keep,
Seashells cast around,
As I lie on the sand.
Here I dream,
Connected with no seam, . . . more
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March 28, 2007 09:10 PM EDT --
I know that very few people even know what my little series "GatherPeople" is, but for those that do, I want to ask a few questions.
First, are there any better names you can come up with besides . . . more
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March 26, 2007 09:50 PM EDT --
First posted on Depths of the Puddle and tempiedewar.com
This is my winning entry into the Hairy Barbarian Story-telling competiton
it had to be loosly based on this:
The hero (or anti-hero) of your story . . . more
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April 18, 2007 12:07 AM EDT --
I haven't decided on the title yet, but this is a little piece I put together that I add to whenever I feel like it, it's not exactly a story, somewhere between a dream, a story, and a poem:
I . . . more
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October 07, 2007 11:44 PM EDT --
What is this longing
for another?
This tear that
pulls you apart
and makes you beg
for human touch.
This need to be
consoled and
comforted
like a child needs
her mother and
yet, in a different way,
but . . . more
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March 29, 2007 01:01 AM EDT --
This report is part of GatherPeople, where I write little blurbs about people in the gather community.
They aren't complex, they aren't very long, they're just a way to say nice things about . . . more
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April 21, 2007 10:26 AM EDT --
These are some scraps from my old notebook that I decided to post:
1. Religion is kept alive by the people who practise it, therefor, the religion is not stupid/great/wicked, only the people who created . . . more
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April 21, 2007 10:39 PM EDT --
Molten liquid gold
Flows arcross her moving limbs
Sunshine in motion
more
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October 08, 2007 10:17 PM EDT --
Here is the cure
and I feel free.
No more pain
like there used to be.
No more hurts
and no more aches.
Only ease from
nerves and shakes.
Glorious healing
finally a break!
Then the doctors tell me
the pill . . . more
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April 22, 2007 11:31 PM EDT --
Here is a paradox I made up:
How long does it take to come up a bottomless hole?
My father actually came up with a solution, see if you can figure it out.
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April 21, 2007 09:10 AM EDT --
Midnight ride through oaken
woods
The path shines milky white.
I carry rare and precious
goods,
A silent shadow through the
night.
And when through darkness sharp
cries sound.
I shall not stall, nor . . . more
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April 21, 2007 10:07 AM EDT --
Nu Sistem is an ode to the people that change things for the good for other people, when change is not necessary, and the change is a stupid one.
bi Tempe Dee.
Wee didn't olways yused to riyt lyk . . . more
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October 06, 2007 05:50 PM EDT --
The Bakerwoman
is not happy.
Goes about her day,
in humble steadiness.
Humility learned,
in the act of ruined dreams.
No longer will she
dance across the ice.
Instead, yield to
dough, and flour.
She has . . . more
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October 09, 2007 10:49 AM EDT --
Dream of a Butterfly
I <strike>am</strike> was currently trying to write a new science fiction story based on the old story “Am I a butterfly dreaming I am a man, or a man dreaming . . . more
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October 10, 2007 01:05 PM EDT --
Say your prayers
Worship strong
Belive in life,
when Life is gone.
Praise a god,
who might be true.
In hopes that death,
will leave you You.
Go to churches;
pray at home.
Though "true believers
pray . . . more
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January 01, 2007 09:14 PM EST --
I love chcolate chip cookies;
And
petite fours;
I love the smell of the bakery
when I
walk through the doors;
I love
cupcakes
and
pancakes;
And there’s nothing wrong
with that;
Exept all of these . . . more
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January 01, 2007 09:11 PM EST --
Conquering the Moebius
by Tempie D.
“There is a theory of the Moebius. A twist in the fabric of space where time becomes a loop, from which there is no escape. When we reach that point, whatever . . . more
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March 25, 2007 12:18 PM EDT --
The light is dim,
How can she rekindle?
When all of her fuel,
Continues to dwindle.
The light is dim,
How can she travel?
Her happiness
begins to unravel.
The light is dim,
How can she see?
She hids . . . more
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April 21, 2007 10:48 PM EDT --
I need to go back.
Back to where I've never been.
Back to where I should be.
And nothing can stop me.
I need to go back.
I need to return.
Return to where I've always been.
Return to where I want . . . more
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