How's one to blog here?
I have been wanting to blog recently and haven't really figured where to do it.
More importantly why do I want to blog, do i want to be heard? Do I just need release.
First and formost I love the feel and act of hand writing. There is something so soothing to me about the feeling of pen indenting paper,...
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I have been wanting to blog recently and haven't really figured where to do it.
More importantly why do I want to blog, do i want to be heard? Do I just need release.
First and formost I love the feel and act of hand writing. There is something so soothing to me about the feeling of pen indenting paper,...
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Love On Hold
Thinking about love, yet destination unknown
The pain and nail biting of uncertainty
Could make one want to groan.
But when I think about her flowers
Or the hours I know
I could describe her lips in layers
And how her smile glows.
How my feelings and my skin
Feel electric every time she shows.
So I bite my tounge and wait....
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Thinking about love, yet destination unknown
The pain and nail biting of uncertainty
Could make one want to groan.
But when I think about her flowers
Or the hours I know
I could describe her lips in layers
And how her smile glows.
How my feelings and my skin
Feel electric every time she shows.
So I bite my tounge and wait....
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romany:
Happy birthday!
madpoe317:
Y thank you
A Body of Inspiration
If you asked me
If I could; where in the world where would I go on vacation
I would reply
To your mountain tops and valleys,
I would watch the sunset in your hair
and the moon rise in your eyes.
If I could be anywhere in the world, where would it be?
In this universe, this state, this city, this...
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If you asked me
If I could; where in the world where would I go on vacation
I would reply
To your mountain tops and valleys,
I would watch the sunset in your hair
and the moon rise in your eyes.
If I could be anywhere in the world, where would it be?
In this universe, this state, this city, this...
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Sweet titties, I am now a registered owner of a business in los Angeles county
heartbaker:
That's awesome!
madpoe317:
Y thank u I have very pros and excited about it
Deliciousness and Viciousness
Deliciousness and viciousness all rolled up into one.
Decisiveness and righteousness and the fire of the sun.
Im speaking of a vixen, vile hot and strong.
I must be in trouble now for Im fixed into her song.
Indecisive on her feelings she reels me in where I belong.
So intrusive and inclusive she is ticking like a bomb.
I am a...
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Deliciousness and viciousness all rolled up into one.
Decisiveness and righteousness and the fire of the sun.
Im speaking of a vixen, vile hot and strong.
I must be in trouble now for Im fixed into her song.
Indecisive on her feelings she reels me in where I belong.
So intrusive and inclusive she is ticking like a bomb.
I am a...
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An offering of comfort
(soft spoken secrets)
The end.
And a half eaten green apple.
The problem with fiction is happy endings are possible,
probable and partially do to purpose.
The question that does arise is where are you in the story?
The third person, the narrator, the poet?
Are you the words?
The description.
The purposely placed non-fiction.
The Period-the coma.
The heart beat...
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frida_13:
Hee. Thannks for thinking of me and my quest to get some. It wasn't at work, but I worked the hell outta him! LOL.
madpoe317:
sweet! was it a one time thing or a soon to be fling?
I fucking hate the valley!!!!!
It was the hottest day in history in LA today,
fuck my hot life rRRRRRRRRRRrrrr
Morrow is my one year anniversary at my job
wooo hoooooooo
It was the hottest day in history in LA today,
fuck my hot life rRRRRRRRRRRrrrr
Morrow is my one year anniversary at my job
wooo hoooooooo
I really like the skin shots,
the curve of a pelvis,
the shape of a side,
the arch of a lip,
the lash of an eye.
the curve of a pelvis,
the shape of a side,
the arch of a lip,
the lash of an eye.
BLUES OF THE SAME COLOR
Everybody is sad and fucked up, everyones hands are trembling.
Everyones felt fucked over and is hurting, everyones tired of pretending.
The pain that i see is shining thick behind everybody's faces.
It's just the color of the blues that everybody's tasting.
No matter how calm or how amazing,
Its all the same color of disintegrating,
dissolving, falling weak, wondering...
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Everybody is sad and fucked up, everyones hands are trembling.
Everyones felt fucked over and is hurting, everyones tired of pretending.
The pain that i see is shining thick behind everybody's faces.
It's just the color of the blues that everybody's tasting.
No matter how calm or how amazing,
Its all the same color of disintegrating,
dissolving, falling weak, wondering...
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Chris