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[Editor's Note: Nicole Marie is one of my bestest blogging buddies.  She is a fabulous writer who can make you feel her words, laugh out loud, or cry.  She is that good.  I'm not going to ask you to enjoy this piece, cause I know that you will without me having to ask.  I would ask, however, that you hop on over to Words and Other Things and click the all-mighty Follow button once you have read her excellent prose here.]

When Twindaddy decided to include guest bloggers on his page, I was ecstatic! It was a wonderful opportunity from one of my favorite bloggers; he was kind enough to allow other bloggers to showcase their own words on his page, in hopes they’d have fun and gain some new followers in the process. So of course I started with the “pick me! pick me!”,  wanting a slice of the spotlight on Stuph Blog.

Twindaddy noticed my whining and said “yes Nicole, you can guest blog” and sent me an invite, which apparently got sent to my spam folder; I “ignored” it for days until he brought it to my attention. “Oh no!” I said, immediately taking it out of my spam folder and accepting the invite. “I’ll dream up some epic ideas and get right to work.”

Then I bought Dead Space 3 and became a nerd for a week, tossing my opportunity down the drain. Shame on me. Luckily, Twindaddy was nice enough not to revoke my invite to post on his blog, and so here I am. And he doesn’t even know I’m here, at 11 o’clock on a Friday night with a half a bottle of vino in me. That’s right. Here’s hoping he doesn’t delete my post. ;)

Recently, I told Twindaddy the majority of my poetry begins to stir in my noggin while under the influence of Yellow Tail Shiraz-Cabernet. So while I have the bottle out, I thought my perfect guest post should be just that: slightly buzzed poetry. Twindaddy, I’m sorry I’m lazy. I hope you still like me. Thank you again for the opportunity to post on your page – everyone and their mother should be following this blog.

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Looking Up

breathe in shades of black

and gray

exhale in blue and red

they only run so deep

these highway scars

these marks of birth and life

cover it in warmth and blood

garden soil under

short fingernails

blooms in fragile charm

veins in the pavement always

go unnoticed when you’re

staring up at the clouds

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