Monthly Archive: May, 2018

A lifetime

A lifetime   Regards to you, my pretty lady. Once I fought the world with great anger and I have learned disappointment. I told you often. Your words are true. You told me.… Continue reading

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You can’t always get what you want’

You can’t always get what you want.   Johnnie and Suzanne were singing the Rolling Stone song. ” You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need. Me… Continue reading

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Inside the walls of sin

Originally posted on MY VALIANT SOUL:
My bathroom falls, like walls bleeding poetry of forlorn wrists. The process of cleansing my body is like knotting my untamed hair into a Chinese Bun. The…

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‘I miss nothing

I miss nothing   In and out we played. Digging deep into wanting flesh. We were cutting and bleeding for passion that need we could not fulfill or make content.   You were… Continue reading

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‘Nothing remains the same

Now nothing remains the same A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words   Now nothing remains the same   Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas… Continue reading

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Story of Last Night…

Originally posted on Soul•Reconstruction:
Undesirable feelings crosses her heart. Tears begin falling effortlessly falling into an ocean of sorrow. An ocean of released agony. Listening to the stagnant rain thumping softly against…

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‘I hate you, I love you’

I hate you, I love you   I try to escape you, I try to flee your memory and I repeat secret words in hidden places in my mind. I hate you, I… Continue reading

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‘Iodine’

Iodine   For years I have swam in shit and I didn’t care. I dodged the longing, belonging and needy want of love. I learn love is fair. In the end. Winners and… Continue reading

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Why?

Originally posted on Lamb Of Grace:
Why do people ignore when a scream yells for help? Why do people ignore the scars, marks and bruises that ask for you to rescue them? Why…

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Let’s drink and pray for more

Let’s drink and pray for more   Wild child danced alone on Austin dance floor, barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin. Her wild hazel eyes searched for… Continue reading

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