GrowingI recently came to the realization that I like my poems from high school better than a lot of the stuff I'm writing now. I feel like it had more heart and was less trite - more interesting. So my aim it to regain some of that while still advancing.
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Lessons for leavingKiss the nape of her neck. Wrap your arms around her waist. Pull her tight to your chest. Trace laughter up the curves of her side with your fingertips. Rock her gently to sleep. Whisper promises of forever. Promise her here and now. Promise yesterday, today and tomorrow. Do not say you love her. Slip silently out of her arms and her bed.Lessons for leaving
Pretend you do not know the sound of her ecstasy, of her sorrow. Pretend you can forget. Do not be there when she wakes. Take your toothbrush, your cds. Leave your keys. Lock the door behind you. Do not change yo
by ~searchingforsoul
HerHer knife and fork glide effortlessly across the plateHer
as if caught in a dance they’d practiced all their lives to perform. Her hands – a mess of un-manicured fingers and chunky, mismatched rings –
perform their task unsupervised
as her hazel eyes rarely move from their perch - her latest romance novel.
Occasionally she drops her utensils mid-slice or mid-scoop
to flip the page or tuck an unruly clump green hair behind an un-pierced ear.
Under the table, she has braided spindly, fishnet-clad legs rounds each other
and tucked them under her corduroy skirt
– her b
by ~searchingforsoul
Dear LoverI don't need you to love me. just hold me and say I can stay awhile say you're not going anywhere 'cause you like it here with me.Dear Lover
let's play a little make-believe pretend we have more time than we do, more love than we do, more faith than we do.
lets stay cradled in each other and not let the world in into this thing, into this place, into this bed.
we'll pull the cover over our heads and stay a while in make-believe.
by ~searchingforsoul
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- Current Residence: Far Rockaway and Boston
- Interests: writing, reading, psychology, theatre, performance poetry
- Favourite genre of music: good music
- Favourite poet or writer: Marty McConnell ("Instructions for a Body")
- Favourite photographer: Sarah Bare
- Operating System: Windows
- MP3 player of choice: would be happy with any
- Shell of choice: my own stubborn one
- Wallpaper of choice: none
- Skin of choice: fresh smelling soft skin
- Favourite game: Jeopardy
- Favourite gaming platform: the floor
- Favourite cartoon character: daria
- Personal Quote: " they were just as good as men themselves: only better, because they were women." - D. H.
- Tools of the Trade: heart, keyboard, pencil and paper
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
Now you can buy my book here!--------->>> [link]
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
Now you can buy my book here!--------->>> [link]
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