Excerpt from a poem called: The blond child and the cemetery
Everyday the skies are endless
beauty.
Storms carry the wind
through the cemetery.
Leaving me alone,
and filled with need.
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http://www.amazon.com/My-Bleeding-Heart-compilation-memoirs/dp/1469951746/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1330057455&sr=8-1
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About Valerie Christine
I have been writing since I was 13 and was published for the first time at the age of 14. Writing has always been a place to share, to be, to feel with no interruptions. No rules. No judgment. Every piece is like a photograph, a moment in time that only truly exists for that moment because there will never be another moment exactly like it. See, every moment is unique with many variables making it set apart from the next and the next. And so with words, as with pictures, we capture these moments. Like capturing a tear or a laugh or a snowflake. Because truly the only variable is change. And so in words I seek to capture and remember what inevitably shifts and changes.
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February 24th, 2012 at 4:26 am
Sounds very introspective!
February 24th, 2012 at 5:24 am
Yes it is…