Tag: soul

premeditated murder

you will speak when spoken to hollow tin cans washed and stored for emergency calls the sacred wonder to be visible behind the jellyfish spine i spoke you heard no sound soap scum lines the rim of my mind careless words left caressing sores better left behind lies all of them left you before i…

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Friday

chose to smear your misery smudge this face with talk of death perhaps it is Friday that cuts you up in bright lights -finality (taking off -driving to the country to see lupine. hopefully will be able to post pictures tomorrow…)

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Songs on repeat…

Discovered The Avett Brothers with this song… and now love sparkles through out side streets not so lonely which led to this song… is your day starting on a different note with whiskey and rye abandoned love swirling ice will senseless violence ensue? a good day to listen to music The Avett Brothers instrumental to…

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collision course

Oh my. I think i said too much. I can be quite careless, sparked by passion. Lit by a struck match and ignited by fuel. Kaboom! I have definitely gone off in too many directions. Without giving away every secret attraction, i best quit while ahead of myself… wait for my senses to catch up.…

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ramble on

i may never meet such a man -again covered in satin words edged in diamonds born in his throat the fire sparked through never heard a syllable the rat-a-tat-tat -thunder our hearts beating faster he hides in my hair a stinger barette left behind to chew

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suttee

Afraid to let you go i twine the words of complicated grief there was no goodbye never another hello and then i made it worse opened myself wide displayed before savage eyes killed myself slowly with little pride to show flames shooting higher than ever thought possible i sold my soul to the devil who…

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peril

The deepest, darkest rises in the fog, burned away -hidden desire. Oh, why feel so free behind the screen? And how our creator tapped into the sensual, leaves us mourning the loss of soul.

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Interior Designer

And automatically, the words became sentences, with stems and petals. Forced from the fertile soil, stories grew arms and legs. They not only held her dreams but they carried her to lands far away. People have no idea what’s going on in my head. Most days i wish i didn’t either.

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My Feathered Heart

Jeanne’s GoodReads Review Please feel free to add me to your Goodreads’s friend’s list. 😁🕊🎶 My Feathered Heart (original poem) My review of The Feathered Heart by Mark Turcotte. I once found a teeny-tiny downy woodpecker feather. At most, the feather measured one inch (2.54 cm) in length. My guess as to the year found…

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