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Poeticonscious: Glancing Back
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View my complete profile. I glance back, to glance at. My past, and victorious combats,. But some wouldn’t believe,. What I have achieved, through grieve,. So please, ask me not about me,. But who I learned to become,. And I’ll try to sum,. Between the violin and drums,. Conveying my sadness,. You can hear my voice trembling, while I confess. In tears and words, I combine,. Hand in hand, they define and. Draw the lines, of me and they. Only to find, that ‘they’. I blindly, glance back,. My past, and.
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loose.ends | Morning.Coffee.Mayhem
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Staying awake one thought at a time. First thing this morning. Your smile came to mind. I tried ignoring it’s beckon at first. Until again, it drew near. I got back into bed. And began gently touching hidden places. That kept you close. I was careful in my movement. Stroking the whole of me. Releasing sighs that once called for you. On mornings much like this. I gave in to the thrust. Tracing every tender curve. And for first time in months. I became alive again. I lay there now with wilt. You are commen...
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wild seeds | Morning.Coffee.Mayhem
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Staying awake one thought at a time. How i loved you. When you flourished without tame. You were my first home. I visit you now to be surrounded. By your naked earth. I thirst for you still. Won’t you welcome me again. And root me to your soil. I wish to grow wildly with only you. In wind and rain. Until our love circles every season. We are timeless once more. One Response to “wild seeds”. June 23, 2010 at 5:04 PM. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Unfinished Business | Morning.Coffee.Mayhem
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Staying awake one thought at a time. Morning is no longer certain. Of our purpose as one. And must part us ways. There’s no easy way to cry. Briefly we search for smile. You turn out the light. And pull me into your breath. Feeding my goodbye with kiss. The night becomes our last song. Darkness swallows us whole. Giving permission to our longing. And for the first time. For all we pretend. We know that it comes too late. But we go where we can. Giving in to maybe. In hopes of leaving something behind.