February 2012
14 posts
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Day 42
Vanilla Coconut
What is it?..
It’s just a magic potion
in a tiny square flask
potent enough to seduce
even the strongest of men.
It tantalizes the senses
mesmerizes the masses
charms the charmer
hypnotizes the lover.
It happens to be
in a small bottle,
on the nightstand,
in my bedroom.
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Day 41
It’s the thought of you, I miss,
the lingering remnants of the past
the spontaneous fragments of time
that are stored in the recesses of my mind.
For the person I knew is gone, replaced with
a different body, it’s not you I miss, but the
thought of you, the memory of you, the feeling.
I’ve been gazing at the stars lately, pondering
upon their immensity; how grand is our...
Unfortunately, I will have to go on a hiatus for...
Sorry /:
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Day 40
The hands speak for themselves,
they have a mind of their own,
telling me things I cannot hear,
creating emotions I cannot bear.
For hands create, hands destroy,
hands have the power to kill,
but are gentle enough to allow
the burdens of life to disappear
with a soft caress to the face.
Hands speak for themselves,
describing the very essence of a person,
the piano hands,
the...
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Day 39
I’m just a Boeing 747
bound to the ground,
awaiting a pilot to fly me
to the next destination.
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Day 38
Can’t wait to get your taste
out of my mouth, to spit out
this regret, to claim back my
level-headed thinking.
My stomach churns, as I turn
to vomit, to relieve myself of you.
Can’t wait to see you again,
to be held in your arms,
as I recall the memories
stored in my unconscious,
of gentle kisses in the moonlight.
Tainted by a love that never was,
I can’t get myself...
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Day 37
Funny how everyone starts
to care, when the fire has
turned to ash, when the
bird has ceased to sing,
when the crickets are silenced
by the day, when the tree has
been rooted from the ground,
when the book has been closed.
Why don’t we care when the fire
is burning, when the songbird is
talking, when the crickets sing their
song, when the tree bears fruit,
when the book is being...
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Day 36
Who knows what mysteries she
may hold behind those gray eyes?
For not even her own mind can
conjure up and decipher the
emotions bottled up inside her.
She alone holds the key to all
those questions she so desperately
seeks answers to. She alone holds it.
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Day 35
I saw the scars
and that’s when I knew
I had been wrong,
I judged without knowing,
I spoke without hearing
the desperate cries for
help behind her voice.
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Day 34
“We just need to STOP!”
Those were the words,
that emanated from his mouth.
Paralyzed by the sound,
she turned to face him,
set her eyes upon his
and conjured up all the
words she could say.
Unfortunately, she was tired,
tired of trying so hard, of caring,
of putting in all the effort, so
she just looked away, looked
into the red and yellow neon sign,
and was lost in the...
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Day 33
Stagnation.
Frustration.
Procrastination.
Precipitation,
No motivation.
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Day 32
Sweet dreams, at the tip of your tongue
salty words in my mind, sweet whispers
to my hardened heart, melting away the
icicles that barred the entrance to its core.
Restart the heart, taking caution with daggers
so pressed upon the atriums that pump blood
to my body. Don’t strum the tender strings of
my heart, for a simple word of endearment
may send me flying into oblivion. Keep...
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Day 31
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…sometimes silence can be louder than spoken words.
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Day 30
The bag had spilled all over the
silky, white tablecloth laden with glitter
the music couldn’t drown out my thoughts.
I categorized them by color, sneaking a few
into my mouth to satisfy my sweet tooth.
Red, green, yellow, purple, orange, into
neat little groups, trying to organize the
chaos, as I looked upon the bodies and
souls gliding across the floor, captivated
into their...
