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Poetic Experimentation: Taboo
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These are some of my poems, that I thought deserve to be posted. View my complete profile. Monday, March 08, 2010. It began with a playful fight on a lawn. Little shoves and tugs from which were born. Something, a spark, a tiny flicker. A trickling stream that was bound to get thicker. Tickles slowly replaced the pinches. And distances between us reduced to inches. That night, easily, naturally, without a pause. I found my fingers tangled in yours. I know I should have, could have stopped.
Poetic Experimentation: Highway Rider
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These are some of my poems, that I thought deserve to be posted. View my complete profile. Sunday, August 21, 2011. Buttons black leather jacket. Suddenly thrown into air. Barely alive at nineteen. These broken strings of words have an effect more powerful than you can imagine. That is the magic of poetry! Love in the times of samsung galaxy tab. Check this out and do vote for it (promote it on indiblogger) if you like it. An excellent warning poem. Gostei de seu blog. Achei bonito e belas poesias. Poetr...
Poetic Experimentation: Nobody
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These are some of my poems, that I thought deserve to be posted. View my complete profile. Friday, July 02, 2010. I am like dirt under your shoe. Or a children’s book you forgot you had. Like an ache that you can’t bother to heal. Like I was just someone, anyone, no one at all. Words that sound like poetry. Coat your mouth like caramel. Sweet, indulgent but really. Just a sticky mass of unhealthy sugar. It hurts again. I thought it could never be. As bad as the last time. Just a room with little corners.
Poetic Experimentation: Summer Day
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These are some of my poems, that I thought deserve to be posted. View my complete profile. Saturday, March 20, 2010. You say little jokes. Only to laugh more. That you are here. Looking the other way. I pull you towards me. The laughter sinks in. In the city's heat. I told you secrets. That web in my brain. I have found you. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). When language like bubbling streams flow. When words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands. When you feel the essence of the poet from within.
Poetic Experimentation: March 2010
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These are some of my poems, that I thought deserve to be posted. View my complete profile. Saturday, March 20, 2010. You took my soul, loved it with all of you. But I wasn't good enough to fight for. You took my soul, squeezed the life out of it. Gently, without you or I knowing. You left your fingerprints to haunt me. When I am sleeping, when I am lonely. You left your sweet tasting fingerprints. To remind me it will never be the same. I cannot forgive you for stealing my faith. You say little jokes.
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My Life: September 2010
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The story of my messed up life. Tuesday, September 28, 2010. No one can know how weak you've become. So you laugh. You make jokes, just like always. No one can know that you're falling apart. You flirt. Meaning stripped away from your words. Because suddenly, no one seems fit to fill the void. Though, when he was there, everyone seemed better than him. What can you do now? Wait until someone comes for you or hope that he will fix it? Rants and Raves of. Saturday, September 11, 2010. Rants and Raves of.
My Life: Inside your head
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The story of my messed up life. Tuesday, September 28, 2010. No one can know how weak you've become. So you laugh. You make jokes, just like always. No one can know that you're falling apart. You flirt. Meaning stripped away from your words. Because suddenly, no one seems fit to fill the void. Though, when he was there, everyone seemed better than him. What can you do now? Wait until someone comes for you or hope that he will fix it? Rants and Raves of. More than just a good piece of writing. :).
My Life: November 2010
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The story of my messed up life. Sunday, November 14, 2010. Ass grabbery seems to be a man's favourite pastime when he finds himself in a crowd. I don't know why you people do it, because it gives us no pleasure whatsoever. I don't know why it gives you any satisfaction. You don't see women grabbing mens' bodies, do you? Rants and Raves of. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
My Life: October 2009
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The story of my messed up life. Friday, October 09, 2009. Home It fixes everything. If there's one place I know coming back to would make things alright, it's home. I'm free today. Free, in every sense of the word. Singing hallelujiah. let's make this last forever". Rants and Raves of. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Home It fixes everything.
My Life: October 2010
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The story of my messed up life. Wednesday, October 27, 2010. It's hard, the business of love. I feel like I may be setting myself up for another bout of depression. You don't hear me. I want to be heard, but I can't seem to figure out how. You don't see me. You can't look at me for long enough to notice me. You don't meet my eyes. I fear meeting yours, so I let it go. When you pick someone else, it rips me apart. I would pick only you. When you flinch at my touch, I am rejected. Won't you choose me?
My Life: Raindrops are falling on my head
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The story of my messed up life. Saturday, September 11, 2010. Raindrops are falling on my head. Rants and Raves of. Distract yourself. Distract yourself. Time really does heal. I hope. I so wanna feel the rain after reading this! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Raindrops are falling on my head.
My Life: The Child
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The story of my messed up life. Thursday, April 29, 2010. I sit down to write. Words have coagulated inside me like a blood clot. They do not flow as freely anymore. But now, if not out of passion, out of sheer boredom, I write. When do we stop being a child and become a man, a woman? When is our coming of age? Is there one at all? I don’t think there is. Here I am, 19 years old, going on 20. Does the big two-oh make me a woman? Or was I one at 18? Rants and Raves of. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
My Life: November 2009
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The story of my messed up life. Tuesday, November 03, 2009. A night in Delhi. Rants and Raves of. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A night in Delhi.
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Jones Poems: rainbow of pain
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Some photos, more poems, and an art of me that is not me. Friday, April 13, 2007. The light from the window. Makes shadows on the wall. Plato's dead shadow puppets. Mirroring the unseen world. Of ink left thick and black. In splotches upon the page. Grandma's crystal chandelier left. Rainbows of pain bright like a laser. Too weary to see the sun. View my complete profile. A Slice of Life. A Thought for a Day of Rain. Gently Into the Night. Haikus (many on the bus). Under a TV Sky. Windows Toward the World.
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Jones Poems: desire has a way of coming back (poemoff 2)
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Some photos, more poems, and an art of me that is not me. Wednesday, March 21, 2007. Desire has a way of coming back (poemoff 2). Desire has a way of coming back (poemoff 2). The pitterpatter of heartbeats. Like rain on a pane of glass. The electric rush of heat and lust. Of fingertips learning and exploring. You're sitting alone together. Or in the car. And a scruffy faced man walks by. And all you can think is. How deliciously dirty he'd make you feel. Or you notice your love's eyes. A Slice of Life.
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