February 2012
221 posts
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Iron Clutch
I need a human’s touch, when these synthetic senses become too much. Black lace liaisons, come at a high price. My morals die a little, with sprinkles of hot spice. I need a human’s touch, when your robotic lust claws at my thighs and holds me in an iron clutch.
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The Moors
Last night I dreamt of home.
I was stranded in the Moors. The ones my gypsy grandmother had always told me to avoid at night. One false step, one little trip and you’ll find yourself in sinking mud or ponds disguised as ice rinks. The mist will creep over the rolling hills to greet me, and I am reminded of stories of fog monsters that would haunt me from my window as a child. I watch the...
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Pressing my lips to bare shoulder blades. Tasting the honey of your sweat that I have wrought from my kisses… This is bliss, it is the single thing I long for again, what I don’t want to miss. Empty sheets, cannot compare to your smell, the entwined warmth of your legs the pillow that is your back. Tangled up in skin.
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girlbrokendown replied to your post: I’d make a wonderful housewife. I’m good at…
I’d make an excellent housewife too, if I didn’t hate people quite so much :/
haha, I’d be a housewife in an isolated idyll. That way you won’t have nosy neighbours…:-)
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I’d make a wonderful housewife. I’m good at tidying up other people’s messes. And I can cover my own perfectly, with a pretty little apron, splattered with paisley and floral print - Yes, I’d make an excellent housewife.
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stains-on-my-past:
Beautiful.
one day we’ll cross paths and just know it- that we were meant to be; the cosmos were destined to slither across the skies in our honor, and the stars shine to act as a guide to each others arms- and most of all, our hearts were broken countless times, so that when we look into each others eyes, we’ll know we’re finally whole.
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two for one
jambu2525:
awesome.
it takes two to fail. intention invariably becomes a results driven business. short an outcome, intention without action is simply an idea and ideas, on their own, can never truly fail.
it was my intention to love you, to kiss you sweetly, to hug you incessantly, to feel you all over me, to need you beside me, to want you underneath me, , to get dirty with you, to...
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Bars
I catch his eye across the room, the swig of a beer - a decision to be made soon. Think fast, and drink even faster, if I play my cards right, this won’t be a disaster. Chanting: My carbonated bubble won’t burst, so who will make take the long walk, diving in head first? It’s a risk, and my heart is full of jeopardy, but meeting someone new is the only remedy. I give him a smile,...
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A Good Time To Say Something
aclockworkdarby:
Brilliant.
“I love you,” she whispered, after we became still, her naked body atop mine. She traces my lips with her eyes. She rests her weight upon my chest. She runs delicate fingers through my hair with her right hand. She does this every time we have sex. Her light brown hair drapes down around our faces, a thin curtain that creates the illusion that it’s just her and I,...
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Nothing will quell, my insatiable appetite. I feed on you, revolve around like a satellite. (nibbling as I go) A hungry metallic beast, that will gussle and gobble on a feast. You should really ration those compliments… I will only be wanting more.
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It would be easier...
It would be easier if she was a bitch. If she was a horrible, despicable human being. But she is not… She is kind, funny and intelligent. She is welcoming to strangers and unconditionally caring to those who don’t deserve it, and would never return the favour to her. I can’t hate such a girl. I wish I didn’t love her too, my life would be easier if she wasn’t so...
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Leaving
Dangling my feet, on the edge of leaving… Please tell me what is left to believe in. I sometimes feel amputated from my home. Banging my head on the knowledge of things I should have always known. I sometimes feel very alone, even when we are so close. We could be made of the same living bone.
Everything is ambiguous, a profane mystery. Recounting events that seem so long ago, tracing...
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parfait n'existe pas
irrelevanceisbliss:
Je voudrais une homme avec les beaux mots. Qui sont la fenêtre de l’âme.
there is no perfect
I want a man with beautiful words. Which are the window to the soul.
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Untitled
Rhythm swallows me, engulfs my senses rids me of responsibility. This is not me… I don’t know who I am - but it is not this. I won’t ever find satisfaction in a strangers kiss. I’m finished with crying for anyone. I played love, like a game for fun. I’m finished now, I’m done. Love is not a game, if he hangs on hope and wishes you felt the same. Its just...
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Vanishing into the forgotten, slipped into the leaf of a battered old book. Pendants of jade, and promises made. A year on from now, your memory does not fade. A year from now, I see you as clear as day. See those hours when your soul would stray. A year from now, I’m still reeling from the why’s…and hows. How you could be gone, and how it still feels wrong… Loss is a...
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Generation Clean
Whenever there is a crisis, you will find me - with a feather duster. It is hereditary I am afraid. Whenever things go to shit, out comes the bleach. Then the anti-bacterial spray, mops, sponges and rubber gloves. A disaster is announced by the sound of a hoover rampaging its way across the carpet, sucking those poor fibres within an inch of thread bare.
I do it, my Mother does it, and my...
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He is the still point in this turning world. So the trees grew lungs, to capture the air I expel whenever he is near…
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Boxes
All my hopes are compacted into tight little boxes that depend on a single look from your blue staring. My perfect stranger, I long to call my own. to escape these boxes these regular squares to strip away the gags ...
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Sandpaper
Mascara watermarks flow downwards on her marble skin. They leave indents in the stone of her cheeks, little trenches of familiar tracks. Angry tears are acidic you see…and they will erode you, with each fresh tide.
He came along, like something out of a fairytale.
And in his hand he held sandpaper. With each caress, he wore down those tributaries of tears. Restoring her to smoothness, to...
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Lily
mobbleberry:
She could be any kind of Lily A Tiger Lily, impassioned and full of fire. Or perhaps a Water Lily, tranquil and elegant. Yet, she chooses to be the funeral kind, forever confined, to a funeral parlour hush as tears stream and gush. She could be any kind, but in sadness her purpose is easier to find.
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Blazing rivalries, bubble under the s u r f a c e. Punctuated by pride, and made invisible by smiles. Great coils, rivets in rings of ropey promises. s t r e t c h i n g out before you, for miles and miles. Tethered to your ankles, filling your life with trials.
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P.h.D
My wrist, my neck, my fingers and thumbs. Your Soothing hands, soft kisses, that numb. Massaging pulse points, and curing jealous joints. Your love makes me well again. Medicine embraces healing pain. You’re more than a PhD, you make me smile, make glad to be me.
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I moisten my lips for your skull and cross bone kiss you make me nervous.
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kissing away the tall trees
loqui:
arms either side in arcs brushing trees apart come to a clearing and dance your hair down in the slow snow spitting of night nymph confetti walk forward to my jaw I’ll take your lip between teeth before calling down into your soul the words of heaven
amazing…must be in my archive.
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Digging
I find myself tunnelling back on myself. Funnelling compressed feelings into cramped spaces. Delving into the past, and scratching to the depths. Throwing over my shoulder the dirt of today. When I find you… I shall have a filthy face, shredded flesh for fingers. But you will know: I drilled to the other side of the earth to find you. (And I would do it again, to feel your fresh cut grass...
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02/12/12
40ozphilosopher:
the sounds of smooth jazz lingering in the distance while the smell of morning fills the air
and here I am wandering through the estranged thoughts of a former self
Sounds familiar…love.
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Tides
dreamsandashes:
The day will come when I shall walk into the water and the winds may come abound and all the fog will part and you will see nothing but me when you look upon the sea. On that very day you will stand beside the water and your tears may come falling and crash into the waves and you will forget me because it will be easier then hating the sea. When that day ends I will rise up on...
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Fish Bait
mobbleberry:
She is irresistible bait, for they all flock to her - She just cannot wait. To have them hook, line and sinker. She will play with them as they drop like flies all around. She’ll squish them between heels and ground. Pulverise, with her index finger and thumb. Her expression, cold and numb. She is the perfect catch, but no ones ideal match. None will go the extra mile, they always...
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savageleewriting replied to your post: Moons Grace
“Sucking power from neon light”… I love that. So whimsical, so charged, so obviously and almost obliviously erotic…
Thank you kindly. :-)
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Moons Grace
She came alive at night, sucking power from neon light. Leaving harsh troubles, in brash day. Under the veil of the moon they can hold no sway. Turn up the radio, be swept by the snap of a snare. Tendrils of sun leak through, gleaming on her auburn hair. Welcome back to reality - Dawn eclipsing her sanity. How she longs to live in the moons grace, to slip off this planet and into empty space. ...
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Worthwhile
thisbatchwillbebetter:
Laying down miles of letter stencils
pneumatic arms are given pencils
invisible ink, a lampshade and a lime.
dragging jackets over buttermilk sky
water-tank flash-cotton imbibing dye
dries something to avoid the shrinkwrap time.
Good God…in awe!
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