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My book of poetry, Kaite's Quill- The Landscape and Architecture of a Woman, is back from the printer. If you want one email me your mailing address at kaitesquill@livejournal.com or my other email if you know it, and I will send you payment information. I have only a small number of them, so if you want one speak up quickly! It is 56 pages of poetry and includes 88 poems. It is $10, payable through Paypal. Thanks for your support! Post a new comment. We will log you in after post. Post a new comment.
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Written September 25, 2003 by Matthew: thequill
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Memories of Matt (. Written September 25, 2003 by Matthew. Originally published at Memories of Matthew. Please leave any comments. This whole religion thing really blows my mind. When my professor was talking about some of the rules associated with various religions, I couldn’t help but wonder how brainwashed people must be to actually follow this shit. Read the rest of this entry ». Comments for this post were disabled by the author. Follow us on Facebook. Follow us on Twitter. 1999 LiveJournal, Inc.
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the women in the room: eroticpoetry
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The women in the room. I wove myself into the women in the room. I stole from them, and they never knew. I left whispered kisses,. Just warmth on their throats. And slipped inside them. Though we were never alone. I've come to know what my women feel. I've come to exploit. I am to them what they need from me,. What they beg me to be,. My tongue soothes hearts with words,. Delves into places where sex begins. Where it grows from a blush, to a flush. I am an apparition, nurturing an ember at the core,.
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Written September 22, 2003 by Matthew: thequill
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Memories of Matt (. Written September 22, 2003 by Matthew. Originally published at Memories of Matthew. Please leave any comments. Read the rest of this entry ». Comments for this post were disabled by the author. Follow us on Facebook. Follow us on Twitter. 1999 LiveJournal, Inc.
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be cautioned of sexual violence in this piece: eroticpoetry
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Be cautioned of sexual violence in this piece. I like the cruelty of your lips,. And the anger in your stride. I like the way you disregard me,. The contempt in you eyes. I crave the impact of your wrath,. It'll come; you're so vain. I feel the threat of you near,. And I relish the pain. You look like late October,. While a storm swirls in your hair. You took me to the darkest place,. And dragged me to despair. You tied me to a metal rail. And looked me in the face. The veil of pain I wore was frail.
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Haunted Town: thequill
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I started working on a non-fiction account of my experiences in the haunted house I grew up in. I needed something different to work on, and Nickolaus Pacione. Delivered the answer with a call for submissions for an anthology he's assembling for works of non-fiction horror. I also uncovered mention of a book by Charles Fort called The Book of the Damned. Fort wrote, "Now it may be that Heaven is exactly like Sandusky. And those of us who have no desire to go to Sandusky should ponder that point.". I've n...
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book by kaitesquill: thequill
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So if you want one please email me at spillingtheink@yahoo.com. I'm really sorry it has taken so long to get this out. I had major printing issues that had to be resolved. Thanks for your support and readership,. Post a new comment. We will log you in after post. We will log you in after post. We will log you in after post. We will log you in after post. We will log you in after post. Post a new comment. Post a new comment. Written September 22, 2003 by Matthew. Follow us on Facebook. Follow us on Twitter.
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She was the glow of evening reflecting from my mind's eye. Seared…: eroticpoetry
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She was the glow of evening. Reflecting from my mind's eye. Seared like a token of affection. Kissing was an art. That we spent hours engaged in. And each would begin. With a gentle sigh. That came from somewhere deep inside. Where her belief in love dwelled. I held her fragile heart,. As it pulsed in my palm,. As it echoed in the cavern of her breast. Gently, slowly,. Lest I move in haste,. And lay ruin and waste. To the perfection of her-. I captured her like a butterfly. Tasted her captivity,.
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