Edge of Peripheral…

Peripheral

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I can almost see you…

I know I don’t know you…

Simultaneously, I know everything about you…

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You are in my dreams…

In my thoughts…

We meet there occasionally…

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There is the known and unknown…

That magical seductive dance that ignites my imagination…

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Recognition….

There you are…

Waiting for me…

On the edge of peripheral…

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    ΅〜 ೋღ  Christina ~  ೋღ 〜

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I thought it would be fun to bring the now infamous weekly event known as “#TBT or “Throwback Thursday” to my blog. I originally posted this poem in January 2013 not knowing then that writing fictional/fantasy poems would one day become my ‘Dreamscape’. I have had so much fun writing…creating this imaginary world’s height, width, breadth, and depth with each new piece added to its borders.

{I did make some aesthetic changes to this current post; however, I kept the same photo and made no changes to the words except for spaces between them.}

This was originally one of a series of four poems that went together, posted one after the other within a few days of each other. I am hopeful to recreate that feeling by publishing the follow-up posts a few days apart in the next few days ending with next Thursday…to complete the fun of Throwback Thursday’s.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this look back into Reconstructing Christina’s past post as much as I did…to see, in essence, where my Dreamscape began. It has been my immense honor and constant encouragement to have you all either with me since then or to have joined my journey along the way….either way….

Thank you…ever so much!

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Melody of Silence…

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Reflections of silence resonate…
Dissonant deliberation…
Among the ethereal scintilla…
Echoes speak in deafening taciturnity…
Melody of Silence…

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Through the maze of countless corridors…
Myriad of memories…
A forest of dreams…of hopes…
Therein lies my hidden sanctuary…
Dormant…
Awaiting its incendiary denouement…

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Ephemeral illumination…
Fragments of time reminisce…
Whispering in the familiar shadows…
 Euphony…

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     ΅〜 ೋ  Christina〜  ೋ 〜΅

Phantoms of Nostalgia…

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133ed0e29ae0e9f74e52eb1b578c9741 by LadyUndone Deviantart

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Seasonal daydreams…
Inducement of contemplation…
Crystal clarity colors perfection…
Kaleidoscope…

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September dissipates summertime sadness…
Lost in Autumn’s haze…
Interminable wait…
October’s promise…
Precursor to winter’s wrap…
Undertones of unknown fill the space between…

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Hope meets Dream…
Their collision sparks ignition…
November’s epiphany waits impatiently…
Mists of enchantment permeate dreams… filling them with potentialities…

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Theoretical assumptions…
Phantoms of Nostalgia…
The quintessential question remains anonymous…
Silently demanding detours…

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December hints evocatively at New Year’s renewal…
Presumptive lugubrious thoughts…
Induce Thought’s labyrinth…
Ignoring ignorance…

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Dreams sustain impetuous assumption…
Answers lie cloaked in enigmatic disguise…
Leaving never-ending questions where the Shadows of Temerity roam…

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This is the season yearning…
For illumination…

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Gorgeous photo by LadyUndone Deviantart ~

I’ll Be Gone…

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Moment                 

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I’m afraid to love…

To want…to wish…

Dreams…

Hopes…

All of it…

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I feel you calling me to you…

I feel your desire…

I feel your love…

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You’re my strength…  

My knight…

My dream…

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Take my hand…

Pull me close…

Hold me tight…

Don’t let go…

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I’ll love you so well nothing will compare…

I’ll be everything you wish…everything you desire…

I’ll spoil you so well…none but me will

fulfill you so absolutely…

so completely…

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You’ll wonder what I want…

What I need…

How you can fulfill me…

You’ll ask me…

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I’ll change the subject…

I’ll take a step back…

You’ll ask me to open up…

To talk to you…

I’ll be further away…

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Take my hand…

Pull me close…

Hold me tight…

Don’t let go…

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Kiss me our last…

For when you wake…

I’ll be gone…

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Too afraid to risk it all…again

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΅〜 ೋღ  Christina~ ღೋ     〜΅

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The above piece was purely a fictional foray…

or as I like to call it…”Fun With Fiction

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Fade To Black…

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fade to black rain

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Tell me…

Tell me I’ll break free from the machinations of melancholy…

Tell me the sun will shine in my heart…my soul once again…

That it will illuminate me from within radiating ever outward…

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Tell me my beloved words will return…

The wait is interminable…

Tumultuous thoughts scream in the quiescence their departure evoked…

Emotions evanesce unable to speak…to be heard…

Locked up…

Trapped inside…

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Memory’s echo or faint images of dream…

I can no longer differentiate…

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They long to leave me whilst simultaneously etching themselves

in my soul awaiting their departure…

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Yet my voice is trapped within…

Without words it is powerless…

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Deafening silence overwhelms…

In solitary desperation my soul softly whispers…

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Be still…

Breathe…

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For it is not disconcertion of spirit that will elicit their return…

Rather…it is in the still of night…

When you allow all of your worries…

To fade to black…

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 ΅〜 ೋღ  Christina~  ღೋ      〜΅

Friday Fictioneers ~ No Second Chance…

This is my first attempt at participating in the Friday Fictioneers  challenge; indeed an intriguing challenge. Thank you Rochelle! And thank you Jennifer Pendergast for this wonderfully inspiring photograph. For more information on how to be a part of the Friday Fictioneers , click on the link above! And since this is my first attempt, please be gentle 😉

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March 6 2013 Friday Fictioneers Photo Challenge(Photo Credit to Jennifer Pendergast)

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She had studied this scene over and over in her mind. She knew every step, knew how long she would have when the moment came. She had to be perfect; there would be no second chance. She steadied her breath. Her accoutrements were at the ready.

Now all there was left to do was wait. Yes, wait for that perfect moment. She heard footsteps begin the descent down the majestic staircase. Counting each footfall….knowing he was coming closer. She positioned her .338 Lapua Magnum…looking through the scope she was ready; three more steps and the mark was hers

“Mom!” startled she stepped away from her laptop to investigate…

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