
Tag: writing


Write for Me
I’ve never been one for plotting outlines or charting character arcs. I’m a writer, not a planner, which, ironically, is my poetry and my pain-point.
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Strange Place to Be
Every morning
after the atelier
I descend on my day

The Concept of Time
Through rose colored glasses
you watched me walk
walking on stained glass

Are You Happy?
My goal was never to lead a happy life, but rather to lead a peaceful one. I don’t need things or people to “make me happy.”
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Public Tease, 2
When it rains, I always consider canceling plans. Water can soothe or smother, and I don’t like thinking about traction. Thankfully, today I didn’t cancel. I braved the cold and rain to play some public games.
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the real you
I wonder if you’re
standing down
or sitting up

The Painted Lady
As the man taps, taps, taps, gray falls away, revealing a roaring orange flame. Footsteps approach as he raises the cigarette to his lips.
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nameless woman
already madness moves its mouth
to cover half my soul, its breath like
a snowstorm, making my world cold


Killing Time
Their first night together was nothing like she imagined. She spent most of the night with eyes closed wishing him to touch her.
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Familiarity or Fantasy, 2
It’s been about six weeks since I quit my job and I don’t regret it, however, living out my fantasy is a bit different to what I expected.
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Artistic License
I like to litter your
body with kisses




I do love things
Like exploring the texture of things —I love touching things, touching things and tapping into sensations.
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Sound or Feel
Sitting at my desk toying with my earring, I had a thought that made me bite my lip and squeeze my legs together. It genuinely aroused me —the thought of only writing. It frightened me also.
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A Remedy for the Madness?
A remedy for the madness?
Micro moments of joy


At Galaxy’s Edge
It will hurt
One can’t be sure how badly
Certainly, it will be

intrusive thoughts
you're haunting me thoughts of your lips teasing and taunting meRead More

Dance, Dance
I like that feeling in my belly, when I really want to dance. Like walking on the sidewalk and a good tune comes on or when I’m in the gym and I just can’t help bobbing and moving, gyrating, not even walking but holding back my moves as I walk-dance across the floor.
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Anchor-less Ships & Stray Thoughts
Don’t pray for love, just
ask the lonely
The ones with all the money
and no relief
No release
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Reclaiming My Time
The thing about you is everything is always about you.
I refuse to be tasked with helping you hold on to your sanity
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