Projection

sometimes I imagine
it’s you, you’re
my girthy toy, you

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Sometimes

Sometimes I feel like if I write enough stories I can write myself alive. Write myself a life. Right myself for life.

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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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Study

Do you have a study? Someplace you go to work on words?

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Order

Sometimes the mind
moves faster

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The Concept of Time

Through rose colored glasses
you watched me walk
walking on stained glass

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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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Window

Would you lay
in bed with me on a
lazy Sunday morning

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Velocity

There’s nothing keeping
me here anymore;
maybe I should go

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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

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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

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Tying Her

I circle her slowly as my hands unwrap the rope. She’s wearing jeans and an olive green bodysuit with a fabric/mesh combo up top, no bra. I notice the subtle movement of her neck when she swallows and let myself savor the anticipation radiating from her.

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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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The Rope

The rope is therapeutic
something new to get lost in
something else to make my
heart race and my soul
a little less restless

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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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Look Up

Tonight, as I walked my dog
I stood for a moment and took
a puff of my vape
then tilted my head back
to see the smoke rise

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At Galaxy’s Edge

It will hurt
One can’t be sure how badly
Certainly, it will be

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