During the days in which I choose to conform, I do so with a specific feeling in mind that I want to achieve. A sort of climax that I aim to reach. A feeling effortlessly maintained between the ages of 6-9 and again between the ages of 3-15, when being
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Do you know what it means to be loved by Death? 8230; Do you know what it means to have Death know your name? Interview with the Vampire. AS A WRITER, WRITING ABOUT SOMETHING THAT HAS INTRIGUED ME SINCE MY FIRST. VAMPIRE MOVIE, EXCITES ME TO NO END, BUT LIKE YOU, I HAVE MY DOUBTS, AND WILL. BE DISSECTING MANY LAYERS OF THE PERSON WHO CALLS HIMSELF VAMPIRE. STUPID IS THAT RIGHT LOL! .
Book Reviewer, Reader and Poet. This Thursday the prompt is Comparethecoffin. An intriguing idea I thought. Writing or art is welcome and let me know in the comments if you used the prompt! January 12, 2017. Leave a comment on Prompt Thursday. Have you heard of Bruce Kilarski? He is a poet and writes skits. Bruce Kilarski kindly agreed to be interviewed.
A scream builds and churns inside of me. It shifts and pushes against my chest. Tearing at my heart like a rabid beast. I will it to come but all that seems to stem from my pain are these tears. The salt burning my eyes and impairing my vision. I can see no future. I am officially a published writer! Check out my poem Breaking Mirrors in the book Girl Poems. Head writer for her blog Girl Poems. I am so honored to be a part of this project.
Moons float up on a circular flow. Rosy clouds come into the ghostly sphere. Should stay untouched and sealed. Well, I survived 2016. Is more concrete than our past moments.
Original poems by a young author. A prize from the last county fair. A chandelier made of glass. Or a cold metal flask. And pointed to his throat,. 8220;this is where my sorrow goes. i took his hand and said. 8220;this is only the first of.
Because I am so named. 2016 is gone and past, and another year lies ahead of us. There is no worse state for me than that of plateau and decline.
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He Who Has No Name. He made me feel safe. He held on to me. He knew I feared heights. He helped me conquer my fears. He took me to to the clouds. He told me am pretty. He knew I loved sunsets. He took photos of me watching the sunsets. He always teased my small hands. He loved my dimples and kissed my cheeks whenever they appeared. He said my eyes were charming. He loved how small I was. He told me he loved me everyday.
Erotic prose in English and Spanish.
Rippling Juices Of The Bright Eyes. That Blooms On My Happy Lips. That closes the Lids Of My Eye. That Plays the Broken chords in My Ear. That Reaches Me, Craving You More. That Races on my thumping Heart too High. That Twinkles to let my Light go Blinded By. That ticklingly Flutters in my Tummy.