Browsing All posts tagged under »writing«

As I Live and Breathe

March 9, 2008

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Adorable words Pumpkin soup, Blueberry pie Succulent, Tender …………………………………… As I listen, Breathe His big words, achingly sweet “You are mine, always” ………………………………………. Contemplate the plate food gone Cold harder to smile tastelessly eating ……………………………. Natsukashi Me As I live, struggle to breathe But love me he never did 

Stolen Quotes

February 21, 2008

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  “The Problem with the World is not that everyone sees things differently, but that everyone thinks everyone sees things the same” “We don’t see the World as it is, We see it as we are”                                                                                       Anais Nin  “If it be now, ’tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will […]

Irresistible

February 6, 2008

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I’m in the shower on Saturday night and I know what I’m going to do. Know as I throw my head back, run my fingers through my hair,  let the hot water splash over my face. I don’t know who I’m going to let have me. I just know I want rougher hands to be here. […]

An UnQuiet Mind

January 31, 2008

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Dwelling in a hovel, paying rent to a slug. I never expected to be living the dream, but even the dream where I go to work naked and get eaten by my childhood rabbit would be preferable to the reality right now. I really hope reincarnation is real. I promise not to fuck the next […]

Do you Remember the First Time?

January 26, 2008

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“Hi Mr. Drayton, can I come in?” I smiled weakly, pushing my handbag back over my shoulder, hoping the request wouldn’t be turned down. Mr. Drayton took some time to answer. He glanced up and down the street, a little perplexed. He looked back at me, seeming surprised to see my eyes still fixed on […]

Hole

January 22, 2008

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I’ll be waiting for you. When you’re hard at work I’ll be prettying myself for when you become free. I’ll take a long slow soak in the tub, cover every inch of me with my fingers, slowly. Continued here https://ichigostarfish.wordpress.com/hole/

The Eyes on the Train

January 16, 2008

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The tall dark-haired beauty had glided down the escalator, weaved snakelike through the crowd, irritated by each of the little people endlessly surrounding her. Public transport was unfamiliar to her, she was used to taking taxis, yet despite the crowd she was able to avoid the usual bumps and sidesteps. Confidence in her beauty empowered […]