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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late night thoughts
I don't want you to sit up at night thinking about me... I want you to text me... Send me a message... Even if it is just to say hi... Because I want you to be who I am not... Isn't that how you fill in the empty spaces? I want you to be... 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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Dear me…
Myself and I have decided that we are tiered of sitting silently back and watching you run us in circles. Now I know myself and she can be a handful. But I don't think that is any reason to keep her locked away. You should really let her out every once and a while. She... 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 →
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A letter to my ex…
Dear past love… And I would like the record to reflect that I was in love with you. Any comment you thought was a joke when I talked about us getting married was not. I could see it. Some days I could reach out and touch it because it was that real in my mind. ... Continue Reading →
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A letter to my future husband…
my love, This morning I wished so hard that I was waking up in your arms... or at least next to you. If we are married then I know that you are indeed truly something special. I want to thank you for taking the time to try and understand me. I don't for a second... Continue Reading →
Inside the Shell 