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Unfamiliar Freedom   Leave a comment


Unfamiliar Freedom



To immerse oneself in
all our familiar comforts
does not set us free


To follow only what we think
we need and want
does not set us free


To believe with certainty
what is best for us and
strive for it
does not set you free


To appreciate just one familiar
comfort creates a passage
with unbound freedoms


To move past not knowing
what we need
we can be found


To believe that any trodden terrain
has purpose for what
we need holds merit
in freedom from



aeh | HTB



Posted March 4, 2014 by Hot Tall Blonde in Featured, My Poetry & Journal Entries

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Getting Over Getting Over It   Leave a comment


I spend most all of  my time avoiding the fact that I’m alone with no one to relate to, with no one to love, without anybody to dream and laugh with, without that special other who completely loves me, knows me, and what I need., when I need it. How to touch me, how to inspire me, motivate me, spending all of our time doing exactly what we want and need to do for ourselves, individually and carving all of the best times out for what we need and desire and lust for within each other.

I’m not so naïve to the truth of what I am hiding from,  deep inside I realize, somehow I know, I feel it, that the window of time for that special other has all but closed. The more my senses fall to the wayside, the wider that gap becomes. I must avoid my emptiness, my fear, my aloneness, my love that I did not get to give. It’s welled up inside of me for so long, with nowhere to go it eats at me and distorts me and blends the perfect hallow night  .. .         

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.. . into what was sacred and bright and full of lull to the movements of oceanic tides that have washed in from
a far to beckon our return to the sea, in the sunshine, in the grace, in the beauty, in the mystery, in the wholeness of grandeur, to reflect the sparkle of light off of the waves in the water, upon our eyes and out to the universal rays of knowing and in having and in belonging.



I’m in a cave now, it’s been closing in on me. I’m not full,
or bright … I need to be fed the beauty of life, to make it real again.

And I cannot hold this void in denial. The duration, as is casts loom and fears I cannot endure.

I cannot endure the thought of ending up in the galley
of the deepest, darkest, wryly, churning tides that spin without care and toss you upon the deadened sea. alone.


Yet to avoid is like living blind, blind to the essence of all that I fear that I’ve lost or perhaps know that I still possess – this is a battle I must conquer, soon.

I don’t have that many “Someday’’ ‘s .

I don’t want to look back at the World without anything to hold onto, something real, .. . to caress me forevermore.


world luminescence - luminescent


aeh | H.T.B.

Sitting Pretty   Leave a comment



Sitting Pretty

when you’re not looking

do you consider me

what i’m thinking

why i stay


did you know that i do


not mine

and i’m a nobody’s girl


by those who were looking at me looking back at them

willing then

took their kill

i stay away

even when you are looking

especially then

been bled out

i’m just a shadow of my former self

sitting pretty someplace else



Posted December 20, 2013 by Hot Tall Blonde in Featured, My Poetry & Journal Entries

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It’s Possible   Leave a comment




It’s Possible

Like a child in summer having arrived at the beach for the first time
I thrived, basking in the possibilities
The season could not stop me
It was November and I just turned twenty-one
It was cold, very cold in the water
Only the moonlight to find my way into the waves
My best friend waiting with a blanket when I finally came out
Nestled by the campfire my lips were blue
We laughed a lot
I was happy

I used to be so happy  .. .

oregon - florence 2

Life happens
you get discouraged
the disappointments

I found no time to adjust, grieve for .. . what was
.. . kept hitting me,
more hurt

I thought to still be happy
I wasn’t ready,
heart-string after another
and still more
heartache & disappointment

I wasn’t expecting this for myself
Surely I could still be happy
wasn’t I?

I miss what is simple
A hand in my hand
never having to second guess
the ironic
would crush me
The lengths of lone pain .. .

But I remember what it felt like
even in cold rain alone in the dark ocean
I was happy
i was
I haven’t laughed like that in .. .
when was that last time I was in the ocean
.. . with someone waiting to warm me, even ?
there must of been someone?
it seems like it
.. . that there should be

It’s as if I’m lost somewhere else in time .. .
my time, my youth it’s lost – all but gone .

If just maybe still …

suppose to be different
this life happening around me
maybe, nah
I don’t think ever there was again anyway .. .
I would have remembered

… just once a love that journeyed on with me-

See, I can still find things that I’ve never done .. .
waiting for me, laughing
brimming over!

Shall I just go in the waves, moon-luminous midnight

aimlessly –

what a foolish notion,
a dream .. . to be of one I (still)  have .. .

oregon - florence south jetty


must it be cloaked in sadness for me
should the most simple and pure of needs
not ever be found
for me ?

Why is such a wicked question.

Why? why, “why” is not the question,
“The question is not why”


oregon coast








So quickly by



When not the moments

By the wayside

left to fall


The perfect moment

this night did befall

Colored with humming flight

seeking nectar

Flowering tumbled colours

hillside canyon soaked in greens

Coming into the night

Valley lights shone below like crystalline-starry


embers banned with amber dew



moments that bond

sweetened by kisses

Her eyes fill


hidden by long smiles

gracious, lovingly


Does he know she cry’s inside

a little, ever more?


Captured by nature

She clung

As this will save her


aeh | HTB
June 26, 2013




Wind Sweeps In – Marci’s Rooftop   Leave a comment



Wind Sweeps In

Stirs Spins Dances

Tosses Memory Shift

Stronger Brighter Playful Alive

The Day Is

Blue The Water

Sings Sparkles

Did I Forget How Beautiful It Is?

No I Didn’t Forget

It’s Because I Remember

Is What I Miss


Marci’s Rooftop
aeh | HTB
June 13, 2013





‘4’for 13 13   Leave a comment

April 13th, 2013 | 4/13/13


want to

go home

have a home

have a reason

be loved

have a lover

find happiness


I want to be away from

the toxicity of loathing dislike

and negativity • NOT HIS fault;JT

I’m invading his home life

It’s my fault really

I hate that

no ‘honored’


I want to?

don’t want to ‘live alone’

do I, yes

don’t want to

be with

be with who?

No friends



desire to be with others

I’m broken

♥○ still

I don’t know

Yes I do know

I will find my way again ♥

My Mom is here for me

Reach out

and take what

you want/\deserve

in life



I’m really sad tonight



Beaten down


frustrated – why?

Big Big Part of it

comes down to what Guy

represented; meant to me

the fact that I was let down


disillusioned & callously rejected

by THE ‘ONE’ person

who I thought really mattered


Didn’t even bat an eye

or even look back



it took

me to

a dark


and a hurtful

empty and void place

where I’ve been

for 2 years NOW.

And I’m still hurt and mentally

relive & think about

that detachment

and devastation

I came upon 


I seem to be

and many different

aspects of “underlying”




owns the venue

He made a commitment

to me

And our future

and I trusted that




15 years of

what I thought was a

turn-around & blessing was

really just the final episode

that sealed my disappointments

and my loss(‘s)



holding the hand


my old age




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