Breathe a little, Live a little, Yearn a little, Burn a little
Writing
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Passion 5
The bell rang for recess and the kids erupted into excited cacophony, as though recess didn’t come every day, at exactly the same hour. But maybe for children only 5 years old, it did seem like a miraculous release from the tyranny of rules and desks and coloring within lines. Away from the anxious indulgence…
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Passion 4
She smoothed down the sides of her loose, grey lace dress, aware that she looked just a bit older, a little fussy, somewhat frumpy in the roomful of other people her age, who were wearing brighter colors, shorter tighter dresses, jewelry, like vivid bursts of life as they laughed and chatted. She had always been…
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Passion 3
She caught the admonishing eye of the woman sitting on the other side of the conference table and realized she had been clicking her pen obsessively. With a deep breath, she forced herself to focus on the presenter, trying hard to ignore the craving that was building up in her. She needed the job, it…
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Passions 2
She closed her eyes and breathed in his rich earthy smell. It made her dizzyingly light headed, physically weak with need to possess him, hold him, devour him. She swallowed, and then shook her head in gentle self mockery. It wasn’t as though she was deprived, her sleekly muscular body, immaculately groomed appearance and obvious…
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Poem: You know why?
I promise I’ll respect Others’ space, I won’t pry. But I won’t let anyone stop me From living my own life.
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Time – That Pious Bitch
Another year has almost passedAnother eternity went by so fastFrom who I was and what I didTo what is gone and what remains. And I learned painfully againYou can say the bravest thingsCount your virtues righteouslyConvinced you know all your sins. Time just laughs, that pious bitchRemorselessly yet once moreYou’ll do the things you did…
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Why can’t you see?
Diamond dust sparkled like rainDrifting softly over miniature lanes.Winding through rows of cozy homesWindows through which warm lights shone.Tiny dads and tinier momsSmile incessantly all day longAs little kids sedately sitEat broccoli as if they like it.Softly glowing, jewels encrustedVelvet pillow, lushly tuftedIn proudly shining golden sheenWith me as beloved cared for queen. But look,…
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Perfect Fictions
Lie to me, my love, once again,So that once more I may pretendTo be young, in love, and oh so sillyHope and dream and really believe.Hold out your hand again and vowEarnestly, passionately do not allowAny doubts, any remnants of sanity.Once more, my love, lie to me.Let us, once again, hold hands,And in sweet spring,…
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Poem*: Me, Not Me
Do you see me?Past the curve of my eyelid,The turn of my lips,My hair unbrushedUp in a careless twist.Do you track the moon’s pathWith the mood swings?Decide to be patientCalm, and loving?Do you hear the words?And know what they mean?Do you ever see the anguish?That lies just beneath.Do you see the marksOf the days passing?Can…
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Poem: Again
Those I love will hug me tomorrowAnd I will smile againI will get ready and drive tomorrowAnd love my work again.A spectacular sunset will spark my heartAnd I will write againExult in feelings, worship Gods, weep in pain tomorrowI will live life again.What will you do, with that knife in hand?A heart so cold that…
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In me the river flows is set of poems that describe the complex layers of betrayal and grief to resolute determination, with calm pools of compassion through it.
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