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chanell-bush
chanell-bush
"I'm nothing special. In fact I'm a bit of a bore." / Not much to say about myself at the moment for my story is still being written. I love poetry though and literature in general. There is so much raw power in words!
This whole ordeal is becoming Dangerous. I warned you "I'm worried I might get attached.." Now here you are immortalized in my work. "Yeah, getting attached would be bad.." And it is. Lust often leads to Infatuation so we really needn't Worry But I hunger for something more Something you can't provide with your throbbing **** alone.
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
Something More
I often forget why it is That I write. It's not for potential fame Nor to prove my "talent" I believe I write To release unwanted thought and bid farewell to Emotion. It's wondrous. How the ink of my pen turns into that of an endless River. The words flow onto the page. My sorrow pouring out With them. As my magic river slows, drowning and washing away the Pain, I let in Happiness and clarity.
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 2:56 AM UTC
Why I Write
each day that passes gets a little easier. The pain is less intense and your smile A little fainter As the sun sets giving wake to moonlit dreams You will be Present in mine no more.
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
Present No More
You're in every song I hear, every movie I see, and haunt my every thought! I haven't gone a single day without thinking of you and it's driving me crazy! I know I can't have you! And all of this is hopeless! But I can't seem to Let You Go.
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC
Untitled
My Father wears a Cologne of dirt and sweat, cowboy hat and boots, a moderately large belt buckle, and a salt and pepper mustache. When he sees me his face lights up and he embraces me engulfing me in his familiar scent. "My baby" he murmurs as his hands smooth my hair. "Te Quiero Mucho" he says as his lips make contact with my forehead. "I love you too much", he translates. It feels as if my heart is going to break and my eyes well up with tears "I Love You, Too" I choke. This is met with another embrace, kisses on my cheeks, his stubble scratching rather than tickling my skin, and the touch of his forehead to mine. Once a month for 16 years, this is what has always happened. But now the ritual is ended and my Father's Cologne is only a memory.
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 2:43 AM UTC
My Father's Cologne
I wanna get back To those endless Summber nights, And short Lazy days. To drawn out Professions of love And adorable Pet names These memories Haunt me Every day and Every night It's all I've Ever wanted All I've ever Dreamed of I'm afraid To let you inside For fear you'll think I'm doubting you But that's not the case. My darling, My dear, I have one thing To say. Let's get back To those endless nights And short Lazy days To romantic Nonsense and Sweet Nicknames. I love you More than words Can say. But, I won't Stop trying.
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Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 2:59 PM UTC
Untitled
The winter weather Is a harsh reminder That I cannot Find warmth Within Your Arms The days grow shorter Nights grow longer And with every second I'm dying For Your Touch Yet, I find it Amazing that from Thousand of miles away You still Give Me Butterflies
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Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 2:57 PM UTC
Winter
There's something left unsaid There's something burning inside my head. It's consistent and nagging, Always there and bragging. It tells me we will never work And always wears a devilish smirk. As of late, I've begun listening to it And in doing so it has consumed my spirit. The agony of my error Fills me with me with ever present confusion and terror My dearest, I ask you but one favor, Tell me that we will last forever. Reclaim you're righteous position in my head And lay that treacherous beast of doubt to bed. Bury that ghastly thing beneath the ground, To remain forever gagged and bound. Fill my heart with hope and love, So that my spirit might soar high to the stars above I am done with being a prisoner of my own mind And I feel the need to take control and leave my past and former self behind. But I cannot make these changes without you Otherwise, I feel that I may not follow through. So please, stay a little longer, And in doing so, make our love just the tiniest bit stronger
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Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 6:02 PM UTC
The Hidden Monster.
Guilt Is such a strange Yet filling Emotion Your heart swells And your chest Shrinks You feel like you're about to burst. The feeling lingers, Creating awkwardness, And a strange sense of Unease. If only this insane Feeling could just rid itself from existance. Misery builds inside, And tears begin to fall. Darkness is the only refuge, Easing a few of the worries, But the mind still races, And the heart still aches. Now all because Of one tiny mistake You are filler with Guilt.
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Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 4:36 PM UTC
Guilt
Separated by the miles, A fire burns brightly between them. And yet there' a chill running down her spine, But she can't find the reason why. Maybe it's the distance, The fact that he truly is so far away. Or maybe it's just that her heart caught fire too suddenly again, Sending thrilling tendrils of electricity throughout her body. That was more logical answer believe it or not. Either way, She is restless and longing, Dying for his touch, For him to make her world right, And finally complete. But, they are separated by the miles, With a blazing fire between them.
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Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 4:34 PM UTC
Separated by the Miles