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    Category: Love

    Soul Sounds

    been coloring the creations of others distracted from creating my own stuck in my mind afraid of the pen my greatest ally dearest friend feel the waves… Read more “Soul Sounds”

    December 25, 2018January 27, 2019 by TheMelancholySpitfire

    Eternal

    I pass winding curve after winding curve with Ray LaMontagne’s Jolene playing; one hand on the steering wheel and another holding a half-smoked cigarette. It’s Autumn and… Read more “Eternal”

    May 2, 2018February 2, 2019 by TheMelancholySpitfire

    Touch

    When release came, tears streamed down her face, in an abrupt, tumultous cleansing of all the hearts she held inside, gone, not forgotten, time to say goodbye.… Read more “Touch”

    April 5, 2018April 6, 2018 by TheMelancholySpitfire

    Slip and Slide

    November 13, 2015 Fate called and I answered to tragedy building grief overwhelming guilt still feeling boundaries instilling leading and wielding my strength shielding others briefly, until… Read more “Slip and Slide”

    April 1, 2018April 1, 2018 by TheMelancholySpitfire

    Rose

    Roses remind of my grandmother’s garden, patterns on her bedroom wall, a rock ballad by hairband “Poison”, every rose has its thorn, a book by a genius,… Read more “Rose”

    March 20, 2018March 20, 2018 by TheMelancholySpitfire

    Joy

    I cry, not tears of pain, joy that I know him, strengthened by his being, hopeful for his happiness as he is for mine. Emily ©

    February 27, 2018March 6, 2018 by TheMelancholySpitfire

    Hold

    He’s the type sees others as they wish to be seen, patient, long-suffering, through my passionate waves. He’s a friend that hears my cries, and without prompting,… Read more “Hold”

    February 26, 2018March 6, 2018 by TheMelancholySpitfire

    Vibrant

    He’s been away so long, she takes in each kiss and breath, each rose and gesture, subtle moments and vibrant fires, feeling the newness of mutual desire,… Read more “Vibrant”

    February 20, 2018February 20, 2018 by TheMelancholySpitfire

    Consume

    She feels no need to sell herself, make a case of who she is, he wants her, craves her voice and touch, his warmth consumes the doubt… Read more “Consume”

    February 19, 2018February 19, 2018 by TheMelancholySpitfire

    Strokes

    brush strokes swirling, time in flux, the present time, a time for us, expanding meaning from just one we crave, learn, cave, and come undone. Emily ©

    February 17, 2018February 17, 2018 by TheMelancholySpitfire

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