nicole-louretteWhisper

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#29“While the woman sleeps and dreams of all that breaks, come into this house of many rooms” / There’s you and me / and the bats in the belfry
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Aug 30, 2010
#7a painter loves every stroke of her brush as you cherish every drop of ink. You discover something new with each written word and you excite to turn the page. Your art – your flow of blood must not slow as you close your eyes…do you remember your first poem? the mattress was on the floor, your closet door barred the entrance and you sat crying on the boxspring pouring out words…you wrote about love…love…that dreaded word that has eaten away at you the past 3 years and you continue to deny it entrance to your life. Why is it that you spill ink to paper? It is because of love. the love that you have for destroying, creating and finding yourself among the pages. You have not lost it…you’ve simply become distracted with responsibility, stress and depression. You were doing so well!...until you stopped writing. Do Not Stop. The heart does not stop beating simply because it needs a break – that break would become permanent. Do not cease to pulsate your imagination through your veins. This is your life – and you need life to live.
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Aug 30, 2010
A Change in SeasonsA grain of sand. / a lifeless, heartless / insignificant grain of sand.
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Sep 30, 2010
All That I AmI cannot give you everything / but I can give you all that I have, / all that I am
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Sep 14, 2010
A Million Maggots(after Nikki Giovanni) / I tried to love them. Those mag- / gots that kept eating away at me.
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Jan 24, 2011
A Night to RememberHe smiles / She blushes / He touches her thigh
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Sep 14, 2010
A Picnic TableAn empty park picnic table / cooled by the light, / whispering breeze,
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Sep 30, 2010
Between UsA doorbell. / Such an extravagant invention. / You press a button,
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Sep 30, 2010
Bourbon on the RocksBartender, / Pour me a drink / Bourbon on the rocks.
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Aug 30, 2010
Broken Remote“When do you feel sexiest?” / kisses liquor-infused whipped cream / and a broken remote.
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Mar 16, 2011
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