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Subtle Dancing

Wednesday, July 5th, 2006

Subtle Dancing

Cool air moving across the room, shadows mixing and touching across the dance floor. Vibrations pulsing through the wind as the beat of the music drives you deaf. You stop hearing the music and start feeling it, nothing feels better than to close your eyes and move.
You toss your head back; running your […]

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Jigsaw

Wednesday, July 5th, 2006

A missing friend.
Segments of life absent.
Fragmented spirit within.
Pieces of living barely fitting.
Joined by remembrance and desire.
Wanting to be whole.
Never living within themselves.
Feeling abrasion of touching others.
Peaceful wanting haunting the dreaming.
No feeling of being together.
Painful knowledge of being disjointed.
Never wanting nothing more than being one.
Seeing distance within touching.
Breathing space yet […]

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Was that a kiss?

Saturday, June 24th, 2006

This one was written because I got caught writing about romance in the Sunset last night and I thought there was something worth writing about. It started out as a section of the above poem, but then became something itself – more aligned to the idea of what a real kiss embodies.
 
Was that a […]

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Soul fire

Saturday, June 24th, 2006

This burning feeling
  A hatred searing my skin
    It burns me
      I burn myself
Can I not be happy within
  Is this damnation I give
    Or is this feeling I cannot live
      I lust for the calming
I want nothing more than my peace
  Can I never hear my thoughts
    My mind so rash I scream within
      […]

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Forgotten

Saturday, June 24th, 2006

I never thought this blood would come off. I tried but failed. I saw your face so motionless that it crept into my soul. You were so young. So pretty. You looked like you should be laughing with friends or running like the wind. Why did you do it? Why? Couldn’t you keep it together […]

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Surviving

Saturday, June 24th, 2006

On my knees? That’s where you think I deserve to be? You’ve got a lot of nerve for someone who took so much from me. You can take my family and you can destroy my life, but I’ll never believe that you are anything good. I’ll grind my teeth, push myself till my bones break, […]

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Lucid Dreaming

Thursday, June 15th, 2006

Nothing could simply be more forgiving than the damning feelings of quickly feeling that subtle want of loving taste.
 
Life pulsing slowly, saying soothing words that are simply nothing more than whispering memories of fading desire.
 
Dream now my love as I never say these words to your ear as I am but a silent […]

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Forgetting The Rose

Thursday, June 15th, 2006

Tis not possible to define love, nor can it be forgotten.
 
Within passion and envy, it is always held cherished
 
Not within a poet’s mind does it live, merely remembered
 
For it is not within reason, yet warmly within the heart
 
It cannot be contained by phrase, only written in prose
 
Like a rose it […]

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Creative writing about a friend

Thursday, June 15th, 2006

I found a kindred spirit. Apparently covered in ash, merely keeping an ember burning while the wind of life attempted to wash the vibrancy of it’s flame from the world. It was quiet yet enticing. Few would have dreamt the subtle glow slowly fading into dream could again breath. Few could have realized such passion […]

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Conversational Razor

Thursday, June 15th, 2006

This razor sharp against my soul
Breaking my spirit like no one knows
Can they hear the tears inside
Would they care if I confide
Cowardly testing this family of kin
Do they know I’ve lost my mind
Could they believe in how I bleed
Fearful of knowing or what I may find
Are these thoughts beneath my skin
Truthful speaking perhaps I need

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