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Rood Bennett

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Belgium
Belgium
Mijn liefde, mijn leven is woorden en familie. Twitter: @MandiBen IG: roodbennett My life is words.
June 23, 2017
Poperinge, Belgium

Silver Wheel: Ch.III: Temptations without Shame
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A/n:  Plots within the court as love affairs and secrets that are best kept lie below the surface ready to explode. The Silver Wheel calls off battle for the sake of one. Has intimate scenes as well as depictions that maybe uncomfortable to modern times. This is fiction based upon ancient mythology.
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Reports were coming in from scouts all over Éireann Leth`Evana of attacks of ekimmu warriors that were slaughtering villages and taking the fae women as slaves. Ailduin was furious but he knew in ...

ELF
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June 22, 2017
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Ik probeer de moed te ontwijken om niet te verslaan voelen, maar het is heel moeilijk om dit te behandelen.

No more too much.

Vertrouw niet te veel, hou niet veel en hoop niet te veel. Omdat dat teveel je op dezelfde manier kan doen, zo veel!

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June 22, 2017
 

Silver Wheel: Chapter II: Kitathas Leire

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A/n: Kitathas- "Wind of Spirit Fury" and Leire- "she who stands at the border of dawn". I am writing characters from HUMAN mythology; also keep in mind how ancient cultures were. In this story Thor, Loki, Apollo, and other mythical "gods" are real. Chapter is steeped in sexual content this chapter a critical point in this part of the plot; if this bothers you, don't read this piece.
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Kitathas Leire

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BLOSSOMING
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June 21, 2017
 

If I  Can___ I Can___

If I thought I could reach him; I would pray!
I am through with a devil's snare and way.
How dare these monsters deigne  to torment an innocent boy. If I can handle his grief and pijn as if mine.

However, I can make those who betrayed, I can make them see errors of that way. Enjoying the suffering of another because the difference from you; it makes YOU the bully, a xenophobic slob. Watch both directions fool and jack; this is one who can and will NOT have your back!!!!

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LEAVE ME ALONE
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June 21, 2017
Poperinge, Belgium

A current selfie voor Selfie Day. Take some time to write.

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SELFIE DAY
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June 20, 2017
 

The Path p. I

I truly never thought that history repeats would apply specifically to me.

I stayed in a hell for so many god damn days; thinking, THIS is the way.

Suffering comes along with happiness I thought but no one was happy; surely not.

Staying was expected but it felt as if my life had ended.

I began to plan and things ran amok,

like all things involving love of family and this; a best friend.

God, I was fucked!

Commitment was shown in ways I could never understood.

Reforming the task was bigger then one could ask.

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LOST
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June 20, 2017
 

Memories en Engage

My oldest son was conceived in January of 1998 and born October that year; I have a tattoo of a pumpkin that says, "little darling", underneath it. The song Iris by the GooGoo Dolls had become huge during that summer and I was OBSESSED with it. So when the album; Dizzy Up the Girl was released, I bought it straight away. This was the time musicians began to release singles onto cd's for a few dollars but only 3 albums have I worn the discs through; Throwing Copper by Live, Jagged Little Pill by Alanis Morisette, and Dizzy Up the Girls by the Dolls.

I was a young mother due to cancer hitting me early; being a young mom has advantages and disadvantages. I was still in un...

SING ME A SONG
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June 20, 2017
 

Good Memories

One of my funniest memories happened whilst I was pregnant with my third child; second son. My pregnancy with him had been ideal except fried food suddenly stank like a skunk and nothing from month three was clean enough. My oldest son and living child had weighed over 5 kg at birth (over 10 pounds); at 25 months old he looked the size of a 4 year old. I am tall for Amerikaans standards (just shy of six feet). With my second son; I had a same condition that I had with my daughter, placenta previa. To say I was terrified was an understatement.

The pregnancy actually was very good and fairly free from pijn. Then in early December of 2000; my left leg would go numb or searing...

GUITAR
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June 19, 2017
Poperinge, Belgium

All is Fair in Love and War?

What is fair about your "heart" betraying your mind; just as citizens would betray the leader in kind? How seriously wicked is Mother Earth senses, as she plays with human affections.

War as well is a disgusting thing! It consumes with the opposite of love; replaced by ravenous rage. How in hell does humanity stand after feeling tsunamis of emotional chance?

Love is often depicted as rose buds and flushed, dewy skin. The truth of the matter is that love can be a sin. If possible be objective of thine own soul; if objective, you will follow a path of safety so.

For some this safety is not enough. They need a mental rush of hormones in a lust or from a battle...

LOVE FINDS YOU
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June 16, 2017
 

The reason some people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.

For others the circumstances are in complete opposition, futures do not always factor in, there is a lack of understanding of WHAT IS happy. The present stays in one long race of drama and disgrace.

Ultimately to win, one must lose...no more hate to be your fate.

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DO RIGHT
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June 16, 2017
 

The Message en The Sea

Given all that has been, all that will be...giving up a dying scene. Soon...very soon, this too shall pass. Please send your message in a bottle; to float along currents to distant shores...but this wickedness; nevermore! Given the destruction that has been wrought. No more my progeny shall you rot! Two lost and two to protect unto dying breath. The only way to reach is a message in a bottle speak; so to speak, lies en glass have ways of shattering when cracked. That bottle to use is chipped, collapsible. When realeased it floats incomprehensible; to reach the intended whose happiness cannot reside, within a land or beside where love is a flippantly used word!!

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DREAM THE DREAM
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June 15, 2017
Poperinge, Belgium

#taketimetowrite
🕊🕊🕊🕊🕊 Little Bird Flight

Little bird broken wings; it seems that little bird is left for dead we see. Nee...little bird will fly; there is no bad or mad. Only wings to heal and heart to feel...little bird will fly some more.  🕊🕊🕊🕊

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HEARTBROKEN
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June 14, 2017
 

#TakeTimeToWrite

Oubliette

Deep within a castle's walls, so deep darkness always falls. It fills the voids  and empty despair.  There is no heaven in this brick and mortar hell; it is a final place to dwell.  If you had been a lucky fool; you would find spikes at the bottom to break your fall; end it quickly, once and all.

Always deepest within the bowels of these fortresses that astound. Down, down  a chasm so black  a bit of night would burn bright.  The oubliette is a secret place derived from French; origin is oublier. It means to forget.

Deep within our minds there exists a space, place that we humans make our own,
oubliette. We go along about this life; traumas occur and perni...

SKULL
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June 10, 2017
 

Hello all those whose hearts beat within their chests. I shall tell what love in ALL forms hath taught me for real.

Even the supposedly unconditional love of a mother or father is conditional; if you do not fit the mold of perfect in THEIR hearts that beat. They forget that you; as a new person, have your own hope and dreams. Each people individual, indelible and most certainly singular.

For some with luck this first love is as near perfect as love can be...filled with understanding and forgiving.
Well the rest us: from both privileged and the poorest of homes; did not meet the standards that we were supposed to live for! We do our best as we grow. We stumble. We fall. We grumble. We lear...

ARE THEY LISTENING?
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June 9, 2017
Poperinge, Belgium

I know who is there...it is the demon that I wear. Able to destroy and muck up everything; best to lie low until the monster is done to sorrow. This evil I have; it is who I am, I battle it often and yet l rattle on, this bastard keeps me in upheaval.

#TakeTimeToWrite#TakeTimeToWrite

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D-DAY
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June 8, 2017
Poperinge, Belgium

#TakeTimetoWrite

Life is "ruff"....learn to enjoy the serene and the jams.

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WOLF
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June 7, 2017
 


I stop the cries
when I stopped the hate
I began to realize
I was a lunatic
for loving a snake.

In a field of gold
I removed my hat
it was bold
I threw a circle that
had been a trap.

I walked into a setting sun,
no more anger
no more rage!
Fingertips ran over natural gold,
the world was open, there was no cage!

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WINNERS VS QUITTERS
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June 4, 2017
Poperinge, Belgium

I am typing this as I shake; because my next stop will be the hospital. Why? I went grocery shopping and got what I thought was a safe and nutrious snack for someone who has lost so much weight it scares everyone who sees me in real life. I am terrified of eating now; what other preservatives will I find that my body cannot tolerate. Since the beginning of 2016; fighting to walk, fight pijn, and fight the nightmares seems for what? I just want to once not panic about food. I once do not want to pay for eating  stuff that I could eat beforc and food is an enemy, and I keep losing this war.

Article to be found at

https://glutenfreetraveller.com/topics-2/product-reviews/are-nuts-safe-for-ce...

CANCER SURVIVOR DAY
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June 3, 2017
 

This paper will seem odd and probably strange; it has taken quite awhile to find our fur member of our family in België!  

We were told that at the beginning of the year that mid-year: we would receive official notice of the owners intent to move onto their property. My house is ANCIENT by Amerikanse standards....sitting right at 200 years old and still going strong. The first rental contract said no animals; with the contract extended and the likely outcome that my husband and I will buy in 3 years...we casually asked; can we have a dog now? The owner said; I do not see why not!

Since we THOUGHT we were going to move; we had found a house that allowed for single pets. So I have been searc...

ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE
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June 1, 2017
Poperinge, Belgium

Let it Go

Sometimes the people we should fear the most, should be the ones closest to us. We meet people for a specific reason. They're either a blessing or a lesson. Sometimes you have to accept that people's part in your story is over. You can't move forward whilst carrying the burden of your previous life with you. Let go of the past and move on to the future. Moving on is made a lot easier when you accept that some people are seasonal. There are certain people who are not meant to fit in your life, no matter how much you want them to be; long distance is just another excuse to batter and wreck. What is left? Remains of a disaseasterous trench.

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FRESH START
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June 1, 2017
 

言われていますが、話されていません。 感じられますが、共有されません。私たちが閉じ込めるそれらの考えと決してどんなシェアも、私たちをむき出しで苦しんで、おき続けていません?

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SECRET LOVE
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May 31, 2017
Poperinge, Belgium

The Bottle at My Feet

I long to feel the heat of your breath
against my lips as I struggle to heel
knowing how it comes
and I lose control
only to take in your smell
and my senses run amok
I can only fall into a spin
as our lips ply and seek
I am overcome and meek.
Can't to stand as I have to lean
this thing becomes maddening.
My hands run through hair
as the desire to meld is my air.
Hands entwined and I cannot speak
this passion overcomes me.
Eyes do meet and doomed I am to be.
All because that bottle at my feet!

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DEEP LOVE
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May 31, 2017
 

Poperinge , België

It Was Not Love

"I don't know why I cry; cuz I think it's for the for the first Time; Since I hated you, I used to LOVE you!!!---Used to Love You
                                                    Gwen Stefani

So many of us know what is it is when our hearts beating seem to be set to something like a time piece; so that we can survive. Flesh slowly petrified to a stone and the bone can bash a skull. We are automatons because different is still barely accepted. What should it should it matter that things are not open and all thoseof a situation of contempt as one had been convinced that traditional love had the best of ever.  For now things would have been a trial; bu...

BELGIQUE BELGIE
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May 29, 2017
 

There is that saying that eyes are windows to the soul.

I can stare into a looking glass and only coldness stares me back.

Is that my soul laid bare?

How long has it been when love or even friends have not given wounds?

It has been learned that I must at all costs; uttering or crying is not accepted in this jail.

Stone of face and eyes lifelessly grace within a woman only half began.

It still does not matter how the illusions are found;  immunity is what bears you a crown.

I write one of my races to be ethereal beings. They have to see what is inside; I often wonder wonder how blackened it would be, sharp edges with nothing to spare.

While fair in skin and in face. I shut my window...

PARTICULAR WOMAN
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May 29, 2017
Poperinge, Belgium

Got to Have No Faith

I have been recalling my Katholik upbringing; this past Thursday was Memorial day for Amerikans and for Katholiks worldwide; our zombie propped up by wood flew, flew far away to never land.

Once Mum married Bobby D. We were no longer believers in saints; we did not believe the Katholik bible (which has more books than Protestant), and we most certainly let everyone know the Pope was the anti-christ (Christ is a zombie in my mind but hey! I don't claim to know everything!!!). I actually adore our new Papa Francis; I considered for 5 seconds of returning to the church for him.  

The Southern Baptists are a modern form of Anabaptists from the reformation times in Europe...

BE WHO YOU WANT TO BE
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May 28, 2017
 

my self is torn,
from my heart is born,
agony and pain galore.
I feel of dread and
part of self dead,
leaving behind
to move on in mind.

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LOST
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May 27, 2017
Poperinge, Belgium

My Reality

I sincerely think that people think one of three things when they meet me; for some I fit a stereo type with my naturally red hair, paler than a ghost, and freckles that don't stop. I changed my hair recently to blonde; it still does not stop attempts. The second reality I believe they see/think is a woman who is weak. She must have help at every turn because; I cannot do for myself. The third reality I believe people believe about myself; that while I am infirm, I use my sexuality to get what's on my mind!

My reality is...I don't know if I'm pretty or not. I look like a thinner version of my mum and and so think she held sway with men; drooling to get into her bed. Mom was not...

DO RIGHT
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