Topic:
wait
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I know how many days there are in a year.
I've counted then all, twice. I counted and counted, waiting for you, I counted on you but you never came. Why? My roses aren't glasses. my roses are dead and sit on a shelf, holding up memories. covered with dust. They have forgotten what roses are. Cutting up magazines, searching for eyes, noses, mouths,chins, sorting and re-sorting. The duplication of you is vague at best. The days of the week are easier to count. They are cyclical and never unrhyming. day, day, day, days I count them instead for years are too lond. |
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Topic:
Something Strange
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There was something strange about our relationship. he always seemed to be in a trance, I on the other hand was shockingly aware of everything.
I would talk to him and the words just bounced back with deafening sound. At those moments I would look him straight int he eyes in disbelief but he had these invisible shutters that fell down. There was no getting in. Finally, I would give up and this was about the time he would reach for me, drawing me close. Echoed moans circled around my head then. It was impossible to tell where my space ended and his begun. A second later we were separate entities again. he shutters up, fear flashed across his face, quickly changed to indifference. clenching his fist, while lifting me by my abdomen, at the same time the other slamming down over my head. I would bounce back instantly. One breast removed, the other exposed to the world, gritting my teeth, I would my arrow fly. it would pass right through him. he would fall, then lurk forward lips puckered to kiss me. I would allow my eyes to close at this point and suddenly my arms were completely useless. When I opened my eyes he would be gone. This scenario was repeated each this we met. There was no understanding of it for us.No explanation on this earth. Our relationship was of hate, love, balanced, too balanced. They were exhausting reunions but we did it as often as possible |
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Topic:
Jamaican Man Watching
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he has my panty- less crotch
on fire nightly watching in space my desires implode he talks me through a senario naughty naughty i play along in subway cars i cause cocks to rise for he likes to share watching on dance floor clubs i bend over eagerly he gives me permission though he owns me SLUT WHORE that i am why should i shouldn't i listen he is a deadly combination of young beautiful ar.tic/u-late my caramel colored lover fantasy realized the reflection of me male longed for by the less lovely but never to possess he plays with others too Angels in the Light i watch them in that dark nasty place in my soul of sighs and moans my endless dripping snatch does she know he is insatiable with wandering eyes he will move on to another cerebral vixen that he can possess with words as he watches |
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Topic:
residue
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Time ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The constant sensation of wanting to throw up! |
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Topic:
residue
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I would get over you faster but for the residue of love.
ah- those excruciating realizations.... Like the last few moments before sleep covers me or the first few breaths before I dare open my eyes. What about the insidious reminders throughout the day? Where things suddenly lose their proper purpose or place. Boy- how pathetic that a box of pancake mix can set me into a tailspin Songs I barely listened to or ones I've heard all my life are all about us Article of clothes are now my enemy just cause you liked them on me. Parts of my own body Taboo!! Residue |
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have you been bugging my phone?
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Topic:
Holding On
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boy have i ever been living that nightmare!!!
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Topic:
enternment
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pretty quick turnover i would say.
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Topic:
enternment
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"bury him"
she said but like a phantom limb severed yet i still feel your hands upon me rightly so it was those hands that said so much more with warmth tenderness and dare i say love they comforted stroked or fondled pressed out my longing how long will their absence be felt missing in the long ago war you know i hate they gathered buried those withered remains still we see them unearthed paraded around in gray my skin turns under the weight of the mark-less mark your hands felt cupping perfect me i did not imagine it like this ending I was as long into the future with those lovely phantoms all over me still a last breath |
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Topic:
About What
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Topic:
Ok Hi There Fellow Lesbians
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YOU ARE ASKING FOR TROUBLE. YOU ARE EVERY MAN'S ON HERE WET DREAM BUT WELCOME. I wish I could switch!!!
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Topic:
I AM...
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I AM MAD AS HELL, AND I AM NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE...
yes go, go to your window and open it and scream I AM AS MAD AS HELL, AND I AM NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!! |
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hooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwllllllllllllllllllllll!!!
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Topic:
before completion
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autumns come quickly this year
chilled panes i know for i am an autumn child birds hardly sing conspiring their winter retreat feeling older summer hope and dreams gone in the distance construction hurried avoiding autumn rain sheet will soon fall things are starting to die withering, they turn colors. WHAT OF LOVE? not one iota closer in sleep fitfully pushes clouds aside behind each cloud never there morning brings reality hard mattress cold pillow i sit clock ticks hammers hammer autumn comes |
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Topic:
calculating nymph
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She comes to me every night.
She whispers in my ear. She tells me what is right and what is wrong. She tells me things I don't know or understand. She tells me things are not what they seem. She gives them new names, secret names. Names that only she has given them. |
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Topic:
Action
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words, words, words
they are only words. words, words, and more words but more tan words, there are ACTIONS! passion is not. LOVE>>>IS |
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Topic:
TRUTH
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WHAT MADE YOU BELIEVE WHAT WAS NEVER GIVEN?
WHEN WHAT YOU KNOW IS ONLY A SHELL OF WHAT YOU PERCEIVE. TRUTH IS HARSH, UN-FORETOLD, AND CRUEL. TRUTH IS NOT SYMPATHETIC TO HALF BLOWN HOPES. THE TRUTH IS IN MY EYES BUT DARE NOT LOOK THERE. TOO HORRID, TOO REAL FOR NOVICE BRAVES TO BARE. UNLIKE THE NOTCHES THAT ADORN THEIR HEARTS. BLOODY ENEMIES THESE UNTOLD TRUTHS! |
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Topic:
metro
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i fell in love for a moment
and the parents were met and the bells were rung and the rings were placed and the children were born and the songs were sung and all this happened within your face |
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Topic:
sketch
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thanks
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Topic:
sketch
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parted
separated by only the space of a few hours already craving thirsty longing divided partly feeling a part of soul missing that only a few weeks ago unknown now indelible partly thinking of doorways black chairs mirrors tables beds silk stocking feathers oils being spread open yeilding |
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