Tag: #loveisLove
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Saturday, February 05, 2022
Fell asleep to a country song, dreamt I was a cowboy with a dog and a horse that wouldn’t leave me alone. The sun was high and the drink was strong. No water here unless you’re a horse, of course, as the dust rose and the sun began to faint behind red clouds. Time moves…
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Thursday, January 13, 2022
Found the flow of time in a rhyme, captivated by the sound of silence in the middle of the night, forgetting the time when I’m alone awake in my room. Watching the ceiling like skin peeling after sun’s rays have changed my skin to red from pink instead of light brown. A frown where once…
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Museum of Memories
The fog of memory. Lost in mind is time. Drifting around are moments gone. I recall bits and pieces of days gone. A museum of memories in my mind. Please continue reading this blog on my Patreon: http://patreon.com/jason29171 http://threadbeast.refr.cc/K2TGJ8G Please read my writing on my Patreon and these sites: http://patreon.com/jason29171 Blogs: Comedy: thekelleystvshow.wordpress.com Writing: fjasonwhitakerwriter.com…
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Not Wanted
I wake up to a new day wondering how I’ll get through these hours. I’m alone dreaming of a better life but in these struggles of life I’m on my own. I’m adrift, miles from safe harbor, miles from comfort in being myself. I just don’t know how to make it through these hours wanting…
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Dreams of a Future Lover
These long hours, sitting, thinking of someone I want to meet someday I dream of that one day when you will be more than a dream to me. I reach out, pull you close to me, hold you tightly next to me. I can feel your passion growing, my lips exploring your neck and earlobes.…
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Once
I held my breath as he went down. His lips pressed against me. He consumed me. I counted the seconds passing wondering how long I could go. He knew what he was doing. He was gentle but he was in control. He had me in his mouth. I closed my eyes. Sometimes I close my…
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In the Tall Grass
The night is aglow with stars and fireworks. We walk with our hands knitted together between us. The grass is tall except where this path has been flattened by people walking around this small park as we are now. A light breeze greets us as we enter a clearing surrounded by giant trees. The warmth…
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Love is Love
These times have come, those seasons of life gone and went away, and it will never be the same again. I have heard many people talk about things they will never understand, pretending to be so wise when all they know is what has been told to them, and I was lead astray by these…