Tag Archives: pleasure/passion/pain

Basic Instinct

He keeps me on the verge of a poem, he also keeps me on the verge of another thing, but I rated this blog “PG”, and the other thing is definitely not “PG”, though now I kinda want to write … Continue reading

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Smells Like Teen Spirit

He wanted to be Kurt Cobain, except Cobain was already gone, and he was still here, though he didn’t want to be. He made me his muse, I didn’t want to be, but I was. So I played my piano, … Continue reading

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As Time Goes By

The past is history. History repeats itself. Don’t let it. Instead, make your next chapter, one hell of a story!

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Rear View Mirror

To My Gut Instinct: You have an impeccable record. That said, I’m sorry I’ve ignored you lately. It was nothing personal, which is literally the reason I ignored you. Please remain impeccable, even if from time to time, I knowingly … Continue reading

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Earth, Wind & Desire

I am unable to write, not a good sign, especially at this, particular moment in time. I’ve been scribbling down rhymes, hating each one more than the next, considered going Carrie Bradshaw on your asses, and start blogging about sex… … Continue reading

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Darkness Visible

I used to watch you sleep, and wonder what you were dreaming. I would always start writing, unable to put the pen down, afraid if I stopped, i’d explode. You used to watch me sleep, and wonder what I was … Continue reading

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Tales of Ordinary Madness

Blinded by Bukowski, temporarily, instead of pen, i’ll write in pencil, to ensure my words are me.

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