every blank page becomes some kind of story. Even if they're all lies or just moments pulled from imaginary times or even real people mixed up together. Every blank page, i do this. Not that i like words or poetry. I don't. Although, I'll probably pour over these very words over and over admiring my own voice. Wondering, Have i not said this all before?
It's just soothing. It feels right. I feel right with you.
Like mowing the lawn in perfect rows underneath the summer sun. Something about it makes me calm. you calm me.
I'm sorry but I can't stand to read her blogs any longer or his or yours or mine. And when i see stanza lines of poetry they make me shutter instantly.I mean
What is this?
writing a few words and then.....
down to the next!
stupid
stutter
the next pretty word
pretty boy
pretty girl
pretty lies
maybe if it's written this way
you'll read it this way
and then understand
how I see it in my head
one breath at a time
one kiss
one orgasm
one hold her in my arms under a
dirty moon glow
it doesn't matter how bad we are together
it's still calming
the words feel like touch
and i will
if you let
me
photo credits: 1.heliumglow 2.pearlandopal 3.mladyieva 4.TrishMoreira
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