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Lyrical poetry for the soul!

Lyrical poetry for the soul! Monday, May 08, 2006. To Touch My inner being! You my sweet have touched my inner being. The very essecnce of my soul. I relinquish all of me. I release all inhibitions and await pure extasy. I open my world to receive your joy. I moan and move to the music that is making love between you and me. I need you to take me to a place I have never been. A place i want to never come back from. A place that is filled with loving you and you loving me. Links to this post.

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Poetically Captivating | La poésie d'amour. ❤

La poésie d'amour. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. We’re Too Young to Care. We’re Too Young to Care. Did you miss me? Give me a hug,. I can’t believe we’re free. Let our bodies snug,. Like we’re meant to be. It’s like a Disney fantasy. Let my hands glide like little rockets,. I love the tease when I fill your back pockets. Vacant spaces, let me reserve a few rooms,. So many places to experience your perfumes. There’s a love seat, just for two,. Got a couch, movie marathons,. Before I ...

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A Tuesday Night Daybook. Happy Feast of St Bridget of Sweden! Its dark out, but there is a beautiful crescent moon out. Family, friends, children, Gods will. Prayers, my awesome husband, my children, a visit to the fair last Friday. Pajama pants, and a sweatshirt that is over 20 years old I keep trying to find a replacement as it is falling apart, but nothing else is as comfortable as this. I am looking forward to}. Love math u see! And  Five Little Peppers and How They Grew. For our bookclub group tomor...

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poetic illusions

I guess this question has been asked by one and all over the ages. My journey to find the real me in this world continues. View my complete profile. Friday, July 24, 2015. They cling to your body like wires. Controlling your thoughts your ideas and your movements. They make others expect things from you. Controlling the way you speak, listen and emote. Do they make you who you are supposed to be? It is tough to cut them away. It is difficult to let go. Let them go and life might not be as complex. I feel...

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Jamie-Leigh | I'm poetically disastrous

I'm poetically disastrous. I used to feel like that I had to put makeup on and do my hair so that others will think I’m pretty like the others, but I don’t. I used to feel like I had to lose weight so that people didn’t frown at me, but I don’t. I used to feel like I had to dress nice all the time so that I would always look okay in case I saw anybody, but I don’t. And they wont stop fighting to keep you, until its the right thing to do. The people who you love. Matter. The people who love you. I run run...

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Poetically Expressed | ~ConcreteRose~

September 23, 2011. He stole my name. Requests he just left me in the blame. Mouth doesn’t give game. Standing in reality’s shame. Strong for them to bear. Silently I just wait till it’s time for me to care. My love is no. Match to his pride. Now all I got these. Where these words are trying to go. I just got a lot. Bitterness I need to let go. Reason my soul decided to die. Least try to bring it back alive? Oh, I forgot I’m. The last on their mind. They want me to be. But no one ever. So they just set.

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Poetically Familiar

It's been said before, but. Monday, July 15, 2013. Off the top of my head. My feet are killing me. Running is stupid and I have blisters. But i'm not going to be a quitter. Sometimes I want to #hashtag everything. Emails and texts.post it notes. Yeah, it's a problem. The song i'm listening to has an oboe in it. Something about the haunting sounds of the oboe speak parts of my heart and soul. It's been an awkwardly rough yet cleansing day. I miss my family. I want my mommy. Off the top of my head. The cre...