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Poetic Reflection: Making Love To Beauty

If I am nothing more, than a nameless phantom, walking in beauty—fucking in my ecstasy, could there be nothing more that I ask from you—in all fairness—than your undying and most endless love. I am a lover In that I … Continue reading

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Being A Rookie In All Things—Sucks Like Hell

At one point, every single thing on this earth was once new. Everything has its beginning, just as it does its end—and yet lately I’ve begun to feel like being labeled “new” is sort of like having the mark of … Continue reading

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The Drama Of Storytelling: Reading, Always Beats Living It

One of the many things I love to say is that I love to read drama—just not live it. This type of schizophrenic relationship that one, particularly me, has to drama is one that as a storyteller intrigues me. Drama … Continue reading

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Poetic Because I Love Beauty

I am poetry. My mind weaves in symbolism. My words are like a dance that steps to the melody of my soul. And when I flow—I love. My essence in pure form; I am an artist—watch me make love to … Continue reading

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Scattered Pieces Of Me: A Poetic Rhapsody

I tried everywhere to find myself, but instead see only scatter. Bits and pieces of my broken soul spewed out all over the sidewalk. When I looked deeply within each piece of reflection, I saw my hidden memories staring back … Continue reading

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Poetic Love Affair

I must confess that I am a woman haunted by love. I am haunted by love’s illusive nature and the ghosts of my past. They say it’s better to have love and lost than to have never loved at ll. … Continue reading

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A Beautiful Story

The other day, I found myself sitting on my college campus, enjoying the afternoon sun. The weather was great—70 degrees and that in and of itself was a cause for celebration. Spring has been playing peek-a-boo all season in New … Continue reading

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