Relationships
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Love is a compunction albeit an unctuous one it is an albatross, a cross to makes you feel bare Love makes for weird poetry, messy emotions hackneyed devotions far exceeding alliterative quotas for exasperation Read more
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She loves me, she loves me not Played that game as a kid, for fun with and without the flower, played it frequently later, for keeps Won once or twice I have over picked my life’s quota of prophetic daisies, come out on either side of the nursery rhyme sometimes the right verse, wrong time Read more
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Forever is an ugly word Inspiring, enticing, incorrigible promise and implications immense execution uncertain, incomplete Forever is overly simplistic hopeless realization intoxicates a siren-like, self-coaxing impossibility mocking, scornful of your naiveté Forever is an ugly word gracefully benign until practiced; its only relationship to reality is its ultimate, untimely, predictable demise Read more
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You are Gaelic beautiful, mystical, lyrical, recognizable, incomprehensible, not easily translated Yet I love to listen to your rhythms with heart, soul, eyes you are a romance language I can always listen to, try to read, knowing no matter how much I read and hear, I could never be truly fluent in you Read more
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Summer is when you most think of her, want her hot, sultry, at times stifling melting into yourself, sweat trickles into places that spark imagination, irritate, perturb undeniably sensual, cursable, so memorably bemusing she will return, as always, the bittersweet equinox of her Read more
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You can use a sundial as easily as a Rolex an egg timer will perform like a Timex count the days with an abacus or hourglass leather-bound planner or electronic gizmos all that matters is the sun rises, the sun sets and you are spending your lifetime with me Read more
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I am a wine cellar unto myself occasionally decanted as an aged-to-perfection vintage I can at times act the vinegar I am at times sweet, pungent with varietal undertones sometimes I am quite dry an acquired taste not for all Sometimes people label me and state what I should best accompany, what to pair me Read more
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Memories are tree stumps What was, isn’t anymore what was alive, now is dead though it harbors new life; pain, bitterness, wistfulness, love, remembrance, regret thrive like so much lichen On occasion a new shoot sprouts from the stump, drawing its nourishment, its potential new life, from the decayed remains of what had once been Read more
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Love is like a day at the county fair flashing neon, loud music, exotic sights, smells, sounds, enticements sensory overload You know you shouldn’t over indulge but you do and then you get sick but what a ride, oh what a ride! Faster! Faster! Faster! Up! Down! All around! Spinning! Dropping! Whirling! Faster! Faster! Spinning Read more
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Love when done very well is a curious form of masochistic self-expression, self-inflicted manic depression, a hormonally-glitched, pseudo-exasperation But When not done all that well love is plainly, simply boring as hell Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 