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lullaby

Sing to me, a lullaby
add in a death threat or two…

…..though I know not to defy
the monster inside of you.

» Posted By kiss_my_freckle On 05.19.2013 @ 4:56 pm

adviser

He advised her to close the window drapes at night, but she didn’t want to bring every fantasy of mine to an end. Some people love being watched. She begged of it. Husbands should never lose interest, otherwise they’ll lose everything.

» Posted By Kiss_My_Freckle On 07.11.2012 @ 7:24 pm

suggestion

The only suggestion I have for myself, is that I keep my mouth shut. People will start to question me, and if they’re not questioning me, they’ll use whatever I say against me because that’s how the world works. I only have one suggestion for everyone else. Don’t listen to a damn thing I say. My words aren’t worth a damn.

» Posted By Kiss_My_Freckle On 07.10.2012 @ 10:09 pm

dwell

I’ve been dwelling on my therapist. I wonder what this woman is hoping to accomplish. Is she really trying to help, or just wanting to medicate my thoughts into nonexistence.

» Posted By Kiss_My_Freckle On 06.24.2012 @ 10:54 am

cathedral

I think it would be awesome to turn a gothic cathedral into a nightclub. Dark drinks, beautiful women, and fine dance performances. Music like that of Silent Hill, or maybe some Celtic. Piano. Violin. You’d need to know the secret words to get through the doors though, it’s by invitation only. I wouldn’t let but only the greatest of people in.

» Posted By Kiss_My_Freckle On 06.14.2012 @ 12:48 pm

straw

Her hair felt like straw, brittle and dry.
Blonde strands split between my fingers as I
forced her to knees on the kitchen floor.
I demanded more…
son baiser, j’adore.

» Posted By Kiss_My_Freckle On 06.13.2012 @ 7:51 pm

brief

Good sex is never brief. One should leave me to want more. Two minutes is far too short.

» Posted By Kiss_My_Freckle On 06.13.2012 @ 9:59 am

switching

I call her summer, hot as the sun between sheets. She leaves winter to wonder

» Posted By Kiss_My_Freckle On 06.11.2012 @ 5:55 pm

racket

I love watching women play tennis. Part of it has to do with watching their asses move from side to side in those short skirts, but mostly their legs. Tennis players have the sexiest legs.

» Posted By Kiss_My_Freckle On 06.11.2012 @ 10:35 am

nest

Inside mother yolk-
breath of new awaits,
flesh and bone basking in
the warmth of Spring.

Their oval world-
blue as sky, nurtures
until broken shell
reveals fragile feathered wings.

Eh.

» Posted By Kiss_My_Freckle On 06.09.2012 @ 6:34 pm

chat

People don’t like to talk anymore. Not about the things that matter anyway. Communication seems to be the last thing on everyone’s to do list. That’s probably why the divorce rate is so high.

» Posted By Kiss_My_Freckle On 06.08.2012 @ 2:24 pm

grind

His teeth didn’t wear them down enough, they still left their mark. Blood coagulated. Red pearls to accentuate each bruise.

I have a thing for the word ‘coagulate’

» Posted By Kiss_My_Freckle On 06.07.2012 @ 3:45 pm

jelly

Love is no longer fluid. Coagulation of the core- I cannot give anymore. Skeleton full of gelatin..that’s me. Empty.

» Posted By Kiss_My_Freckle On 06.06.2012 @ 4:58 pm

treaty

I didn’t fully agree with the conditions, yet, my pen moved without hesitation. Blood clots and denial. That’s what I signed up for. Irreversible, irresponsible, my hands are bloody.

» Posted By Kiss_My_Freckle On 06.05.2012 @ 9:18 pm

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