Irish Eye's Imagination

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Monday, June 18, 2007

A Cleansing Shower

I stepped from my house, damn it was raining, a light drizzle well I was determined. I needed a break from my reality, truly my head was spinning. Grabbing a light jacket off I walked, across the now heavy grass made thick with rain. As I started up the inclined path leading to the woods it started... Sign in to see full entry.

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A True Friendship

I have a friend I love dearly... He knows and returns to me such joy, In knowing his thoughts as he writes. I didn't expect his gentle hand, Touching me...he took me by surprise. I can't burden you...I keep saying, Yet he keeps writing. I'm secure in knowing, He'll never let me fall. However he's... Sign in to see full entry.

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To thank you

You Found Me You found me although I was lost, I didn't think anyone could see. I buried it deep, Covered it up with a smile. I don't let tears come, For others to watch. Too proud you see, A lack of self worth, And mountain of hurt. Weigh heavy! You have surprised me completely, Your words touch my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Seduction with words

A Seduction Without Touch Gentle warmth, Wanting eyes, Pulsing heart. Subtle sigh, Embrace, Lip’s caress. Buttons undone, Shivers ripple, Wet tongue traces. Skin melts, Breaths quicken, Passion blooms. Nipples rigid, Lustful heat, Nectar sweet. He drinks, Erotic bliss, Engulfing waves, Surrendered... Sign in to see full entry.

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Waiting

The wall clock ticks... The shadows grow longer, Anxious butterflies, As hands clench then unclench. Fingernails tap on the oak chair arm, While my ankles cross and uncross. Waiting endless waiting...... How much longer I wonder? Waiting endless waiting...... For answers, for truth, For a lover not... Sign in to see full entry.

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My Simple Thoughts

Good morning, evening and or good day. It is always a pleasure to come here each day, reading over your posts, smiling and crying, it's like meeting family. Or saying hey to an old friend you've not seen in forever. I love the community we share, and the bonds we make along the way, through words of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 17, 2007

You Win

Did you know you are stubborn? Do you know you worry me? Do you know you evoke great emotion? Do you know you stir my soul, my thoughts. And provoke my fire within? I can burn with flames searing flesh, I can kiss away the pain. I sigh you seem to calm.... Why don't you listen? I worry, I feel, I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Random Thoughts

If tomorrow was uncertain, would you change today something in you not perfect? Would you dare look nakedly in the mirror and truly see the image staring bacK? Do we look at the mirror when it's covered in fog.....so as not to see our flaws? Can we take the truth or do we run from it? Everyday is a... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Encounter

The wrought iron was cold, not warm as before as she sat.....pondering her thoughts. She clicked her pen....as the chilling wind rippled through her now tangled hair. Stealing a glance at the empty bench where he sat late last night when she retrieved her pen. Her warm throw was gone too, he hadn't... Sign in to see full entry.

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poem

Kindred As the woman knows the lad, Who watches her write. As you feel warmth, From a sudden smile. An old soul has traveled far, And although quite profound, And sometimes bizarre, Recognizes one familiar. We've never met, But we connect. Somewhere perhaps, Another time. Another reality, Truly this... Sign in to see full entry.

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About this Blog

I am a serious writer, I have a passion for it. A written word will never die as long as it is read by one single person. A well written sentance or paragraph can evoke an emotion and create a smile. A story can take a person away for awhile, letting them escape from their realiity if even for a little while. I want to entertain you, and amaze you tap your creativity and hope you enjoy my words....so please read on I'm waiting.

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