Senses (11/13/14)

I feel your fingers trace my skin Brush through my hair And lace together with mine Although two months absent The feeling of their touch still remains *** I taste the cherry of your lips Alcohol soaked tongue And the sweat on your neck *** I see the mass of your curly locks Well worn […]

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The End

A man fades back into consciousness as his alarm goes off “. . . lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying. When I was a child I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I’ve got that feeling once again. I can’t explain, you would not understand. This is […]

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Presumptuous love Running rampant through my veins Fleeting yet strong Towards a suitor who’s intentions Fall short of my own Leaving a confused heart Cursed in the torment of desire

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Thinking Comes Later: Part 2

“Leo,” he answers, the soft rasp in his voice mixing with a hiss of carbonated relief as he pops the cap of his beer bottle off with the white lighter in his hand. “And yours?” He looks back up at you with eyes like a doe, perfectly matching the chocolate brown of his shoulder length hair currently pulled […]

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Thinking Comes Later: Part 1

You go. You sit there and add to the smoky haze clouding a sea of old, mostly familiar faces. You turn your head as more arrive, and that’s when you see her. She’s tucking a long, loosely spiraled strand of hair behind her ear as she reaches down into her satchel to pull out a smoke. […]

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Writer’s Blues

You make yourself sad to find a muse A new excuse to grab some booze More of a reason to give into folly Then go and pick up little Ms. Molly It’s within that fucked up funk you find your peace All the voices stop whispering and you feel at ease A temporary bliss from […]

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