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Words nourish me Fill me up to saturation Desert storm deluges Soak my soul As two scoops of Hagen Dazs coffee ice cream With peanut chips and hot fudge. Do faucets like wells ever dry up completely? Will these fingers ever stop talking? Or run out of things to say To discuss or argue or [...] We have a lot of history You and I Met when I was eight And you were brand new. Been locked in combat ever since Taking sides Creating insignificant battles About family matters and such. You are my mirror and I am yours. I see my soul reflected in your eyes As you reveal me [...] many kinds of bars on windows types of locks on gates holding us in with no skin to protect the soul
All rights reserved. ©2009 by Sara Fryd Disappear fear Of unconscious feelings Carried so long So far, so deep Toss them aside In blue recycling containers Like plastic bottles I pick up hiking the glorious desert So worshiped and adored. For who would wish To leave it messy Messy outside Like me inside? Permit him joyous entry Knowing I’ve been Waiting for [...] Though I’ve worn my heart Upon my sleeve (and around my knees) More times than I care to remember Or talk about in mixed company. There is that special place I keep for you Like the bag that’s packed With brandy colored lipstick, ginger cologne A little black dress, and cream lingerie That ignites [...] Feelings… like butterflies in spring are coming in all directions at once. An open book every nuance written on my face in my eyes. Like seventh grade when every look every boy crushed your ego, or broke your heart. Has it been… so long since [...] Small, crowded delicatessens Commonly known as delis With uncommon smells of heaven Emanating from the front door. Sounds of serious determination As slicers carve corned beef Pastrami… Low fat turkey breast With mayo or mustard On rye (with seeds or without) Or pumpernickel as the mood strikes. Animated discussions Between Marlboro, Camel men Sitting at [...]
The wailing sounds of sadness Of saxophones and whispering guitars Massage my ears The right side of my neck A hand lingers on the inside of my thigh.
The small of my back Longingly remembers the [...]
Feelings… …unacknowledged since childhood are erupting like open wounds not properly cleansed with antiseptic. Mourning my losses resolving my fears become the purpose of each day.
Emotional scars ignored too long, forgotten, locked away deep in ones’ subconscious, not dealt with, [...] Watching © by Joshua Liberman – The Tao of Photography A tiny frightened child stands At the bottom of a hill Watching… As the train roars by Through the tall pine trees Wondering where it goes. Does it take you far away? To someplace warm, peaceful A place where there is space to [...] |
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