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When blank pages stare right back
I can’t help but feel like a fool
With inspiration exiled
I know the words will still come
Ill fill note book after note book
With the wistful feeling left
After an epic night and bottle of wine
I am hung over.
And your name trails around
Laughing at my school girl
Doodles, your name and my name, all tied up
in pencil drawn hearts.
I will feel better when the bills show…Continue
Added by Aideed Medina on May 29, 2012 at 1:53am — No Comments
Es un hombre de pocas palabras y largos discursos en momentos precisos.
Y yo lo espero
Lo voy descifrando a mi capricho
No es que lo quiero. Pero quiero querello.
Conocerle sus ultimas maldades y sus mas desesperados deseos.
Escucharle sus largos silencios envuelta en su cama, tocando su cuerpo.
Added by Aideed Medina on May 29, 2012 at 1:30am — No Comments
morrissey in concert is like morrissey on cd, but with more odd noises including the sound of females woo-ing and men loudly chanting his name, same effect as in me wanting him to just realize how much of an impact he's had on me. teared up during the climax of please please please let me get what i want. also did not like kristeen young too much but did courtesy claps. went to denny's afterwards. decent decent, have left overs for breakfast. currently contemplating how to cut the concert…Continue
Added by lemon v on May 26, 2012 at 1:00am — No Comments
Santo de mi devoción , carne de mi tentación , hombre de mis locuras mas oscuras,
you are real, holy.
I need to look beyond the deep black eyes,
the strong features that make my skin burn in licking tongues of blue flame.
I need to shut my eyes and hear you speak.
I need to watch you go about your day in meditation ,
exhausting the concentration of a…Continue
Sitting in the dark
holding my knees
tightly to my chest,
I dare not breathe
for fear of disrupting
a rhythmic enticement
a sigh full of wishes
in the symphony of your voice.
my flesh dances to every word
that sways around my being,
butterfly wings wrapped
around my waist.
to the blind…
Before his life of single cups of morning coffee and token hot girls,
before his shower
became a mass grave of used up bottles of shampoo and
foaming body wash.
Before certain days and songs
and the mention of her name…Continue
y la musica que nunca termina de tocar al lado del mar.
Ayi te espero siempre.
A ghost on the sand
where the sun bleached shells litter the shore.
My feet sinking into the foaming road,
silver in the moon shine,
giving us drunk feet and drunk souls.…Continue
Dusk brought you to my window
I watched you
In Shadow Boxes
Grey beds of peace
I find you
in quiet places
When the house is silent and keeping
to a whisper of
the highway lullaby
sensual silence solitude.
The only fluttering is inside of me
My breath, My heartbeat
Added by Aideed Medina on May 12, 2012 at 11:07am — No Comments
The old cliche, "every cloud .... ". If I had not decided to give up my car in order to make it through last year with food, shelter and happy moments for my family, I would have never gotten on a Fresno bus. Riding the city's bus system has allowed me to get to know Fresno intimately. There are stories to be written here. Do not worry Salinas, I will forever be Steinbeck's daughter. I just know Saroyan and Soto have new things for me to learn. Inspired this morning , hope you find yours,…Continue
Added by Aideed Medina on May 6, 2012 at 12:00pm — No Comments
Added by Aideed Medina on May 4, 2012 at 1:42pm — No Comments
Soft and bland in spots.
Sweet in others.
Alone, in a bowl for too long.
Bounced around in my lunch bag.
Traveling to and back.
Only to find
the pear waiting once again.
I have inflicted
little careful nibbles
at the very best parts.
Searching out the firm flesh
with my tongue.
The pear is
Added by Aideed Medina on May 4, 2012 at 1:00pm — No Comments
For all you artists out there that need a little nudge.
Added by Sammy G Art on May 1, 2012 at 2:03pm — No Comments