My free verse writes, at which I suck.
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He softly sighs, deep rooted sadness reflecting from his eyes.
The bottomless lake of dreams has gone dry,13 lines, 6 comments, on Oct 6 9:44 PM 2007 -
Three thirty Saturday afternoon
a round of golf at 4 -
Blind to life she passes from the calm into the storm,
innocence will soon be betrayed, hard lessons to learn. -
She wore tight blue jeans, black leather riding chaps,
getting into the groove she started to grind. -
It was all under control
the job, life, dogs. -
A whispered caress of joys memory,
cradles a soul in it's warming embrace. -
I watched him from the corner booth in the coffee shop,
digging through the trash cans outside for something to eat. -
Fragmented, splintered
pieces reflected -
He walked down the street, hands in pockets,
cloudless sunny day, whistle on his lips. -
It matters not to me what faith you find or follow,
if you've found peace within your heart you are doubly blessed. -
A room, door, window, they define me,
my glimpse of a world outside through a screen. -
I work for Arabic people every day,
interacting with them on a constant basis. -
East coast tailor park,
double wide and proud -
Roads merge and diverge,
traffic in L.A. is hell. -
Babbling brook drowns the stones sighing song,
while the birds chirp merrily, darting above. -
The way I want to be loved...
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Contrasts chosen colors belie
monochromatic memories, -
Focused on pasts intangible corruptions
transgressions lay a veil of uncertainty -
Crickets drawling a lazy chorus
feet up on the veranda railing -
I float on azure seas, a liquid pillow
sprung from deep inside my well -
She walked by, all sashays and smiles turning heads wherever she went,
not a raving beauty; but pretty enough, would never be on the cover of a magazine, but her carriage and confidence turned many eye. Didn't dress in all th7 lines, 10 comments, on Oct 6 6:12 PM. In Contest, prose, Message, Teenage thinking, Teen issues, Noguest -
Fruity essences of the forbidden kind, as ripe young juices flow,
between succulent lips; dripping freely to be licked and savored. -
Deeply dreamt thoughts send scattered images on screens of closed eyelids,
of gravity defying staircases, and windowless rooms- where the -
Just her voice on the phone sets my mind to whirling,
a dervish of devilishly delicious, delight and desire. -
Oh you whisper dark beauty with your cold windy breath,
seductively smiling at my sudden discomfort in darkness. -
I stopped
to think, once
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