March 2012
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i can’t sing no more so it’s a good thing i can be quiet with you.
February 2012
47 posts
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Blory #104 was Mine! :) →
Well this was an incredibly pleasant surprise this morning! Velvet Blory posted my piece called Silhouette. When I first saw it, I thought, “I named a piece Silhouette” and began reading…it took a moment for me to realize it was my own writing and it was a very surreal moment for me. Thanks Velvet Blory!!
velvetblory:
Silhouette
With the minutes trickling by, my mind turns to...
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She opened her eyes and a rush of anxiety overcame her. She had been sleeping so soundly, wrapped up in a comfortable dream filled with softly lit scenes of adventure and intrigue. The starkness of her room was unnerving and the uncertainty of her impending day struck a dissonant chord in her heart that she tried to quiet with one all encompassing word, “Fuuuck.”
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The grooves you’ve worn into me would play the most chaotic music.
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He felt good to her in the same way that it felt good to finally clear out a stuffed up nasal passage; you know, that euphoric release that lets you feel free & unencumbered by all prior discomfort.
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I long to be reunited with you as pages in a book are when the covers close.
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Lights Out
Turn the lights out and we’ll see what happens. Darkness holds so much potential. Blazing eyes sear right through me stopping me in my tracks. But the darkness… darkness swaddles me and stokes my lust allowing me to be the animal I am.
Turn the lights out and the hunt is on, swelling with unhinged desires that yield to no morass and hold no prisoners behind moral bars.
Turn the...
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Penny for Your Thoughts
She sat at the table and watched as a tapestry of words flowed from his mouth. He painted a pretty picture for her to see. She got caught up in the tales, allowed herself to be free. But when he asked her, “What do you think?” she couldn’t agree. You see, she had been there before, had already heard this decree and for once in her life, knew for a fact that what was to come,...
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believe me when i say that life is cruel in a way you think you know what is what until you find yourself in a rut you can’t escape from without open eyes that cut to the chase leaving you and yours on the brink of a new phase
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Tightrope
It’s a treacherous line to be tread. She had no practice under her belt. She felt like the amorphous representation of herself that appears in her dreams, the ones that fill her with dread. Placing her toes onto the wire, she looked down to make sure she wasn’t naked and she consoled her worried mind that she was not, in fact, late to an exam that she hadn’t studied for....
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cleaved in half splayed open and filleted nerves severed severely wounded shocked and raw
awaiting doctors who don’t exist to stitch me up and let me heal so I can be on my way.
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Some things hurt because you can’t believe that someone would think that of you. Others hurt because you know that what others think of you is true. I believe the latter is more painful.
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I’m in the moment. That moment that exists in the middle of to & fro, yin & yang, inhaling & exhaling, forward & backward, past & future, black & white, happy & sad, the beginning & the end. It’s like I’ve landed on the eye of the storm. It’s eerily quiet and calm. But there’s debris flying all around in my periphery. It’s moments...
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Adrift
He held her closer. He could feel her resisting and he whispered in her ear, “Relax.” She pulled away as he leaned into her. His body emitted a stench that repelled her like a flipped over magnet…not a desirable trait in a dance partner. She couldn’t focus her attention on her feet, she didn’t even hear the music. She loved to dance. Loved a man to take her in his...
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drachmoore replied to your post: denofdrachmoore reblogged your post: The Box …
More than welcome! That one is a really beautiful piece, with a perfect message. :) Thanks for writing!
~That means so much to me. Really. Thanks.
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denofdrachmoore reblogged your post: The Box
~Cool. Thanks for reading! :)
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madamebluebell reblogged you and said: This is brilliant!
UNTELLABLE: The Box
~Oh man, thanks so much!! You are so sweet to say that! And thanks for taking the time to read this one…it’s long, I know.
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The Box
There used to be a box. It was sealed up tight. Inside were a hundred thousand pieces of colored paper. Each one was uniquely folded as small as it could go. They were packed into the box like sardines. They had not seen the light of day for a very long time.
The box sat on a shelf. It belonged to the older sister. She had been given the box on their golden birthday. She was told to never open it...
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Fragile
I’ve developed a twitch in my eye. I think it’s my mind trying to remind me of something. It’s like a child tugging on its parent’s coattails in search of their attention. It’s a nagging feeling; every time it happens, I feel like it’s telling me that I just lost another moment in time. Twitch, tock, tick, twitch. My physical body is communicating with me,...
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Herstory
She’d always had a flair for the dramatic, But she could hardly believe her world as of late So many moments were purely cinematic With one coincidence after another, Each one taking the cake.
She felt her storyline shift Her spirits began to lift Then she realized that her fantasies were just that - Unreal To act on any one of them would make her a real heel.
She found herself in a pickle...
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Degrees
I’ve been thinking about how my education in literature was really based on deconstructing works, not creating works. Breaking down plot lines, the characters, the action, the subtext. I was merely Encyclopedia Brown trying to reveal the creator’s intentions yet ultimately, never able to verify my pontifications. I was forced to write paper after paper in the voice of academia, laying...
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Safety Net
I like it. That sensation that you feel when you look over the edge of something really tall. Yeah. I like that. I like when my mind hauls ass into the future and yanks my senses with it as it imagines what it would be like to do it - to jump. I’m not saying I want to jump off a building. That’s not the point here. I’m just saying that I really like that sensation of hurtling forward into...
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Yang to Her Yin
Domesticity never suited her. That doesn’t mean that she didn’t do it well. It just never fit like the well tailored cut of edgier living. Cleaning and cooking hung on her bones like sweatpants - comfy and reliable. But deep inside she had another character. This one preferred attire that snugged up to her skin so closely that it made her feel like she was part of the fabric of life....
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dark art
blue lights hypnotize and capture magic in your eyes measure and meter collide allowing me to hide behind my lens and be a part but the light’s not enough and if I remain unshut too long it all becomes a blur i practice and practice to perfect this dark art of mine.
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Apple of my Eye
Newton discovered that gravitational pull is universal, that all bodies occupying space are susceptible to it. Newton revealed that two bodies that carry with them massive presence will inevitably be drawn to one another. Birds of a feather. If one body loses mass, the pull toward one another will lessen. If one gains, and the other remains the same, the pull lessens. If they both increase, the...
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I haven’t had a chance to sit at my computer to write. I’ve been out and about, experiencing new things, having fun. And then yesterday, my computer up and died. Dead, black screen. Did my best to not freak out. May have lost work stuff, photos and writing. Still trying to not stress over it. Hopefully my shit can be recovered. Then I may need a new computer. So, to recap: fun, fun,...
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With their eyes rocking side to side and jaws chattering inside their heads, they rolled along in the black lights. Each one had received an invitation pinned to their door, instructing them to arrive at a precise time wearing white and armed with a poem. Upon their arrival, they found a row of their newly found friends sitting on the floor, waiting by the door. They watched as one by one the next...
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yesterday
a youthful innocence of bright eyes and open heart kissed her world made her real ethereally the lamb of today stumbled on wobbly legs unsure of their grounding ringlets framed her face a portrait of exuberance it’s all beautiful yesterday
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masked
your cheeks wet with tears stab me in the heart you think I forget moment to moment you couldn’t be farther from my truth i remember it all and I’m pained like you only my pain’s easier to mask
nobody ever said it would be easy.
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Laugh til You Cry
“It’s not funny,” she said. “Why are you laughing?”
She knew he wouldn’t have an answer for her. She knew that he laughed at inappropriate times. She knew it was his weird coping mechanism that got under her skin like scabies. When her emotional filter gets too thin and her truth seeps out, he begins to laugh. Not because he thinks it’s funny. She figured...
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dueling licks keep time in my heart never lonelier the untied melody melts like chocolate staining everything in its path I wait with elbows on the railings of the bridges arched over poured out emotions leading to choruses of my demise.
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Heart & Soul
My heart hangs heavy on a rusted out meat hook, dripping with regrets that my brain will never know. It waits in my overheated ice chest for the day that mission control sets it free. My brain floats inside my skull, preserved in a mire of future desires, unable to feel anything while it ponders everything, powered by the ghost of my soul.
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Rolling my eyes into the back of my head I can see my thoughts more clearly. They sit there staring back with aplomb. How they can be more sure of themselves than I am of them, I’ll never understand. Aren’t they me?
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Reminiscent
Dots of yellow mustard flowers sway in the wind that sweeps up from the ocean’s edge. Rolling hillsides are alive with tall grasses that bend to and fro. The creek cuts through the ground gently cooing a never ending lullaby while pollywogs wait in tranquil pools for their legs to grow. Boulders rest half buried in dirt. Robin’s egg blue skies swathed in cottony soft white clouds...
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Did That Just Happen?
Look at it, listen to it, feel it, taste it, or breathe it in. We are such primal creatures. If we can’t use any of those five sensory inputs to categorize a thing or event, then in our minds, it may as well never have occurred. So when the question arises whether or not something happened, we quickly run down our questionnaire of visual, auditory, somatosensory, gustatory and olfactory...
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tumblrfiction reblogged you: Excerpt
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Aw, man! Thank You. So Much! :]
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Veiled
Pasty white whole milk smeared across the ebony hardened slow growth of life, in an effort to homogenize liquified emotions percolating up through the tough skin surrounding her soft insides roiling below the surface. Heartfelt attempts in futility.
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Attitude of Gratitude
I know it’s not Thanksgiving, but I am feeling thankful for all of the people who take the time to read the words that I write. Since starting this blog last November, I’ve made sure to write every day. I may not post every day, but I am always writing. And it is because of everyone here. It’s such a pleasure to see that other people choose to follow me and read what I choose to...
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Instinct
She felt around the base of her skull for an opening. She was convinced that there was a port for some kind of cord that could connect her to the world. Her feet trod on the surface, her body perpendicular, save for when she slept. She had interactions and altercations with other people. Yet, she never felt connected because she was always second guessing her interpretations of exactly what went...
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Just a Dream
Behind closed eyes my mind ran a story it was no ordinary plot time and people crisscrossed lines were blurred you were him he was you i did things i never thought i’d do and he was who i wished he’d be so i could forget this silly charade save my heart from all the pain from the cracks he’s made with his songs and long glances then morning broke my eyes opened and life came back...
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The Dance
I remember what it felt like the first night she and I lost ourselves in the cyclonic passion that had gradually overcome us ever since our first meeting. We’d spent the night exchanging cleverly masked double entendres in an hors devours type manner, serving up our secret desires to one another politely yet somewhat pushily. When I placed her cocktail onto the bev nap I’d laid in...
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inconsolable
hot salty tears stream down her cheeks run down her neck pool where they can her eyes clamp shut stars appear in the dark a cinema soundtrack pulses in her ears like a space station’s heart endlessly counting down filling her blindness with veins coursing red she’s consumed by the clutch of her own undoing she’s inconsolable.
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Retreat
His fear of fear wraps itself not only around him, but it has its sights on her too. Despite her warrior nature, she feels the restrictive bindings of fear slither around her limbs, seducing her into complacency and stealing her minutes, hours, days. But what she doesn’t realize is that she is fear’s worst fear. When she stands on her own, she is untouchable and powered by a drive that...
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Beachcomber
Got eyes peeled for a bottle bobbing in the ocean. Hoping the curled up insides have answers scrawled in drops of love. Who cares now where it comes from. When desperate times sing in your ear so loud you can’t hear the ocean in seashells, it’s time to resort to whatever means of escape within your grasp. I hope you wrote a line or two of meaning and rolled it up tight to slide into...
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Excerpt (Part 3)
She hoped that the war she silently waged in her head was not visible through her eyes. She felt fairly confident that the only sign of her internal dilemma were her knuckles turning white on the edge of her seat. A voice in her head kept bleating, “Why did you get on this trolley? Who do you think you are?” And though she knew in her heart of hearts that she shouldn’t listen to this negative...
