musing
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day births
The prospect of time always teases me around this period of the year. Another age is becoming of me, it’s never exciting. There are bonds in these little numbers that hold our life together, a prisoner to these fates. Even when I was younger it never made me smile, why is that? Why…
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honey
The only sweet he knows is saccharine, too cloying to be of honey but enough to satiate that bud of masochism low in her stomach. It works out for them that way, when they’re teetering on the edge. The grand finale; showing how careful he is by hitting hard enough until cream skin is stained…
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the sin, the sin
Curiosity has always given me a strange fulfillment. There’s nothing particularly spontaneous about curiosity, isn’t that right? There’s just something about it that draws you near, like the flicker of a flame, the slide of a palm against slick skin. It entices you, makes your breathing heavy, it makes you want. It fills you up…
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reverie
I don’t write the way I used to, and maybe that’s the problem. All these words have suddenly been flowing in my mind and they’re gone before I can even get them written down. It happens at the most mundane times, times when my hands are not ready- washing dishes, taking the dog for a walk, cleaning the…
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problems- ready
I could have loved you But you- you felt the need to erase me. You made it so I never even existed and So I never even existed. All it took was a little neglect; A spill from your lips, was all it took for me to be scraped out. I hated you soon…
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musing.
I’ve been working on getting my book together lately, I don’t know who it’s for anymore. If it’s for you or for me. These doubts keep constantly piling up in my mind. One would think after this long I’d grow fond of my own poetry, but it seems my mind is a trivial thing. She…
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circles
wednesday finds me easily enough pitted between wanting and wanted you used to be nearer so much closer than you are now it is a pity you’ve gone around not much further than before you never wait long sometimes you wait too long but we always end up back here
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picking petals
I was in the heavens trying to watch you Milky waves altered my vision If I pressed hard enough I just might, darling maybe I could touch you, taste you I feel you on the tip of my tongue already I swear when I get like this it’s like your body is singing…
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musings//
I like when you are blooming when you’re first aching, bonded and begging- your body thrumming with release Your petals clinging and latching onto futile leaves It leaves you breathless- I know it does It has my skin stinging and burning, darling I can’t speak I’m practically dripping for release…
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125
I find that flowers under a cloudy sky are absolutely beautiful; enthralling really. The colors clash together, grey skies, dazzling blossoms, the pungent smell of nectar and rain. It calms my soul, calms me in a way that maybe it shouldn’t, but the stark juxtaposition rattles me. It shakes…
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obsidian
The skies were just as grey as ever out here It made me feel alive it brought music into my veins hard and thrumming I felt like I could be pulsating What is it about this darkness- this darkness pulls me in It welcomes me and I welcome it with the…
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petals
I always found there was something absolutely beautiful about raindrops on flowers. How they look dolloped on the petals, a drink for them. These pictures are taken one minute apart, a feat I didn’t realize until now. It only took me 4 days to notice. As I was walking from my mailbox back to my…
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stealing petals
That green swallows up those blossoms heavy lidded and full of intention There wasn’t even enough time for me to miss them- the way you came and ate away at those petals
Éloa 