Tag: thoughts
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How The Cost Of My Time Has Increased
Listen! This dating game/pool life isn’t for the faint hearted and it isn’t for you if you’re not willing to be knocked down and get back up again, like the Chumbawamba song suggests. This week on the blog, I share why I have been very, very selective with potential suitors and why I am feeling…
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Lines
I want to know the details of you being you, I want to study the creases on your face,Each sun kissed freckle on the bridge of your nose, I want to hold the palm of your hand,And draw out its lines from memory,I want to trace the shape of your body with each fingertip, Without…
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Desire
The lot of us who avoid it,Versus the ones of us who are constantly chasing it,It complicates things so much,Pursuits that will never bear fruit,Seeking out whom and what they cannot have, Promising things they will never be able to provide,Shunning the hearts within reach for the ones they can never obtain,Mixing feelings with pursuits…
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A Letter To My Exes…
I wrote this poem about 2-3 years ago and never seemed to have the gumption to press publish, since none of them read my blog posts and I’m petty and haven’t remained friends with any, I think it’s only fitting to post it. The timing of this is really not strategic at all, I simply…
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Why I Am Not Buying Into The Beauty Hype
Pretty, beautiful, gorgeous. All words, in some way, shape or form- are words we attach to our self-worth. Our desirability to the target sex. But what does that say about us? That our main goal or existence is merely for the attraction of another’s gaze? This notion has been sold to us since the beginning…
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There’s Something
Something in the way your blue eyes look back at me,Like a lens into parts of you no one else gets to see,Something in the way your fingers trace the contour of my body,Filled with more than desire; with a thirst to discover every part of me, inside outSomething in the way your arms envelope…
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Fissures
The type of crack that goes undetected, But can still cause harmThin, Understated and silent,Lies under the surface for lengths of time unknown,Then on its own timing, It will push to the front, Damaging everything in its path,Shattering its surroundings,Slithering away, As it watches you crumble into pieces as it goes on to its next…
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