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Friday, November 12, 2010

Jane

Jane on perilously. What would you tell me if I let you Come closer and whisper Would it always be true Will the same words always stir the same reaction or is this all repeated in moonlight to enhance nothing that I shall recall Only that it was named as romance. What is it I wonder, fused in soft... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 11, 2010

A poem by Jane

Pebbles by Jane I would really like to stay Although I ought to run away. Now I am enfolded in your arms I have these teeny-weeny qualms. Those are the things I wish to hear. Well if you really want to dear Do you, can you moderate wishful feelings which you state? I know, I know, I feel the same... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Frosty

10/11/10 Frosty Well I just can’t stand it China and I’m not going to design a different way of speaking. So get your lips a popping because I am not stopping to be always light and hearty. I may be inefficient or constantly deficient in original conversation. But if I say good morning I don’t mean... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Sweetie

Sweetie. What a long chin you have today. Your pretty smile has passed away Little lips; hide in a crease. I search for one original piece. It feels so cold the warmth just goes. You are pure ice from nose to toes. You seem so small; I’ll make guess just half of you is in that dress. You just look... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 8, 2010

Mood

Mood. I need the mood that wakes you in the drifting season; to twist your thoughts softly, far from reason. With a rampant ache that searches and begins as the colour of a moonlit lily, and swiftly changes things. Low whispers send a challenge to the senses; too late to change the worth of the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 7, 2010

One day.

One day. Can I help you? What could I say That I adore you, well in a way. Because I’ve made you, in make believe And you are smiling, whom did I deceive So you could enter and take a place that was so empty, I could not face The loneliness where once there had been the warmth of love and joy... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 6, 2010

Saturday night block again

Help it’s the dreaded block again.. Do you ever think that’s it can’t write any more There’s nothing left to write about only the different stages of amour. When one thinks about it, is there much of it about? Most women don’t seem to give it a lot of clout. I’ve thrust many a poem into a bewildered... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 5, 2010

Reflection

Reflection. Render all that is attractive into gentle swells. He calls across his dream of golden curls. Soft hair bounces where numerous calls answer generously, although the likeness fails to satisfy. The image dries, mouth to a trickle of possibility, the source has risen from the parched... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 4, 2010

Alone. Today I feel like walking alone I cross the long flat expanses of my mind This place has been cut from memories The sandy floor is the disintegrated core Of all my hopes and ambitions. An occasional object almost like a sad tree stand in the distance A few scattered pools of light rest in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 3, 2010

I shut my eyes

I shut my eyes. Beyond your love I walk alone I made this place in time so easily Something that I did not wish to own. a disintegrated core of fantasy. I drag my feet over the coarse base sand I did not want to find this wilderness. I look across a cold expanse of land Sad trees and pools of light... Sign in to see full entry.

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