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    For those many stumblers who remember and greatly enjoy(ed) CherishMe's beautiful, thought-provoking and raw poetry here on SU: She has brought to my attention that another stumbler has been blatantly stealing all her work, and her requests to this stumbler to stop have been ignored.... more

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  • Rated by behaving-better on Oct 21, 7:30pm

    Excellent stumbling.

  • Rated by squiffy2 on Jul 28, 1:55pm

    Wonderful use, throughout, of pictures and meaningful and appropriate prose. One day soon you'll embark from that carriage and find that I'm no longer your princess. Sans Cinderella shoes; just ashes and soot. Another all too plain Jane in a sea of plenty who actually scrubs her own john. Bet you can't wait.

  • Rated by DireWolf11 on Jun 12, 12:17pm

    breathtaking stumble blogger

  • Reviewed by RainCrow on Jun 11, 1:16pm

    Now is the time of the dreamy half-life, or so says the moon silvered window as he makes way for the wind to push hard through his chest. The pane throbs once, the glass, it rasps, and I, I who fear nothing, curl small, scared and tight against the penitent fists of an unrelieved night.~*~ *Now. Right this minute. Let's do it. Let's just ruin it. We can make that mistake. We'll make it beautifully. And once the residue of us has finally faded, and the honeyed memory is softly evaded, we'll carry on. Until then, let's do it. Let's just ruin it. Beautifully~*~Today someone asked if I was going to get all complex on them. I said no. After all, I'm more of a sublet.~ one of the most honest with what she gives of herself ...that i have seen on this whole space...*It's not until they're gone, when you find yourself thinking about them far too much, do you come to realize that, when they were here, you probably thought about them far too little.~*~ I've heard tell that some who peek over my fence find my honesty disturbing. Frankly, I find that news more disturbing than my honesty.Please, don't pity me. This self-imposed cage is not as bad as it seems. It's gilded, and tended to in an ambient room. If I wanted to fly, I would. I just don't. - Aidin

  • Rated by looking4him on May 21, 5:53am

    5 stars!!

  • Reviewed by Shane-W-R on May 13 2009, 6:29pm

    Dandelions. Pretty fucking ugly. I prefer a nice carnation ...I love that. The posts I've seen thus far are spectacular. It only took about 6 pages for you to become one of my favorite stumblers. I'll definately be spending alot of time in your pages.

  • Rated by pharmdeb53 on May 10 2009, 8:08am

    Every day seems, well, just like every day. Cookie cutter. Same. Bright, burning skies fade to bitter gusts of wind. Lush stands of mountain laurels grow stained with sad enchantment. Raw earth paints the soles of my shoes just as panic paints the shoes of my soul. It's all I can do to rise in the morning and give voice to half bare limbs so that I might pass through the veil and into the realm of yet another unnatural day... but these hours are real. As real as the heart that knocks in my chest and, with each and every apocalyptic beat, I consider what I wouldn't give to knock it - just once - right back. Punch it square in the eye. This search for supernatural redemption has taught me nothing. Conversations with the dead cannot provide you peace. All I have gained is the knowledge that -- no matter how long you choose to soak in that lazy bath of nostalgia -- you're still going to end up coming out as smooth as you went in. very enjoyable blog