Waylaid by sentimental stirrings
as unintentional memories
are found folded in my pocket.
The faint scent of those yesterdays
clinging to the paper,
the creases telling a tale of yearning
and regard,
when words were the currency
of our affections
and the way we held each other close
through the night.
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Pain doesn’t advance in degrees
It’s a sudden deluge that overtakes you
filling up your lungs
with every kind of darkness
and bile
My hand rises from below
feeble with exhaustion
as I try to find the strength to battle
drowning in what is
seeking to swim
in what will be
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**I initially posted this on Instagram but within a few moments it was deleted due to “Violation of community guidelines”. I’m not sure how they were violated as there is no revealing nudity nor anything explicit. Simply an artsy photograph I chose to use to articulate my writing.
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I used to keep her quiet,
shushing the giggle that would erupt easily.
Making her pay attention to serious things,
but always visiting her
whenever my soul needed recharging.
The path back to the purest part of me
was always there,
I just needed to take it,
and now it is the path I choose to travel.
She, the ideal companion on this road trip,
finding inspiration wherever she looks,
seeking the positive to gilt those melancholy clouds,
doing whatever her heart desires,
because life is short
and she doesn’t want to stop tasting
at one flavor.
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*Written over on Instagram for #innerchild prompt
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Dusk speaks to me in silent whispers,
capturing my attention
like a finger dragged along the spine.
My senses sharpen
as the quiet takes precedence
over the lush sounds of day.
Unbound and free
my mind becomes loud,
though I say not a word.
My fingers run over the page
bringing forth
what lurked beneath the placid surface,
with nary a ripple to be seen
until twilight embraced me
and made me her own.
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She is all curves and soft skin.
A dark tempest of hair
and eyes the color of a stormy sea.
She is red lace
against pale skin,
chaste yet wanton.
The juxtaposition
of innocence and sin.
Good girl and bad girl.
A contrast that
bewitches him
beguiles him
and entices him
to unravel the enigma
that is her.
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*Not a new post but still relevant
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Like air, I’ll rise
you cannot see me
yet I’m felt
like the wind that whispers your name
or touches you
unexpectedly
a cool caress upon your cheek
.
Like air, I’ll rise
and greet your lips
in a kiss
and like a snowflake
melt
from your heat
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Caution is her mantra.
There is nothing quite like losing yourself
in feeling
in desire
in love,
but the path she’s on requires a spine of steel
and an open heart.
It also requires bravery
in putting herself first.
Walls are created
brick by brick
and they must come down in the same fashion.
Well, hers must in any case.
A dismantling that is slow,
brick by brick.
Each one replaced
with something she was missing.
Trust
Intimacy
Respect
There will be no rapid pull down of the wall,
à la Berlin,
but rather a slow chipping away at the defenses she erected
to protect her tender heart.
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