Dear Madame Poet, Please stop fucking me with your words. Your un-lubed clarity of the inside of my soul leaves me shivering. Quivering in anticipation of the next few syllables That you throw inside of me Causing me to explode Unlike any man ever could My juices flowing like tears Uncontrollably down my thighs That... Continue Reading →
Confirmation…
So, last weekend was interesting. I knew going in that I would see him. I did my best to prepare myself for that. I didn't want there to be any drama. I mean it was our mutual friend's birthday weekend. We were there for her. So I strapped my shell on tight, reinforced its wall... Continue Reading →
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My body
Kangaroo pouch Bumpy face Wild forest hair Very little baggage behind me Permanent clown shoes Awkward, saggy milk sacs Desert legs Small, coke bottle figure Hair filled with ocean waves Two, hand sized water balloons Chicken soup smile QVC hands Golden brown limbs Not every guy wants a junky trunk anyway! Flawed perfection Shy conceit... Continue Reading →
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Taboo
When Your heart is still Eyes burn Hands tremble And breath is shallow You cry out with no sound No voice Shadows close in Cause your knees gave up One hero has abandoned you Another snatched away Your mistakes crush your rib cage And the pain is loud Like twigs on fire Your limbs Tears... Continue Reading →
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used
like your favorite pair of Levi's snug in all the right places like those tennis you jog in the perfect fit leftover like last night's spaghetti now just right lost on winding roads in the countryside spilled over heaven's floor of clouds dripping on to fertile earth rich with GOD's love and filled with the... Continue Reading →
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Sometimes
he said he felt like i didn’t love him, like he was just my friend a friend with the alarm code to my heart & the key to my soul… if only he’d turn it saw our future through a telescope growing together, taking each day as it came me, ready to abandon the script... Continue Reading →
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Dear Happiness,
We seem to be having the typical turtleberry romance... where we dance around the subject and sometimes ignore the feelings until we can't anymore and fall head first... only for it to be too much too soon or not enough or just not what we thought it was. I want you to know that I... Continue Reading →
Inside the Shell 