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 Nov 2014 Jennifer Thorsen
rachel
If I could cup the stars in my hands
for a second they might glow,
then catch ablaze
and melt away

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into an infinity,
of swirling illuminated darkness.
Not all beautiful things are meant to be held
collaberation with Cadence Musick
I think about her insipid facade
How I never wanted to be like her
Aloof introvert in a masquerade

I think about him and his sight all blur
He was a mess but had her in his lure

I end up next to her, being her, refrained
Sharing bed, lacing shoes, we're both insane
I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers,
Borne by the channel of a green stream,
Rounding ten thousand turns through the mountains
On a journey of less than thirty miles....
Rapids hum over heaped rocks;
But where light grows dim in the thick pines,
The surface of an inlet sways with nut-horns
And weeds are lush along the banks.
...Down in my heart I have always been as pure
As this limpid water is....
Oh, to remain on a broad flat rock
And to cast a fishing-line forever!
come
I invite you
study me
I want you
embrace the wonder
I will show you
the snowflake of my soul
 Nov 2014 Jennifer Thorsen
nate k
dyspeneic,
he kissed her
        like she
was his
                                    last breath
(c) nate k. 2014
10w.
For so many years one of his favorite ways to flirt with a woman
Was by telling her that she was dangerous
This always got the desired response which was her asking
"What do you mean?"
A question she would ask with a crooked smile of course
Then he'd turn his head to one side or the other
Then half way back, cut his eyes to meet hers and say
"You give a guy a lot to think about that's all" shrugging his shoulders
and that...that was the door she was waiting for
wanting to walk through
So she would pose this question
"Like what?"
And he would get this big smile on his face and reply
"I ain't sayin' a word"
"No come on, tell me" She would pry, hungry now for the flattery
He toyed with her "I don't want any trouble"  he'd say
He was dying for trouble
Thinking to himself "Come on, just a little closer"
She'd get a deadly look on her face and say
"Well maybe I do"
and he'd smile like a king looking over his kingdom
That's how it would start alright but
He's in love now
married to a wonderful woman
and maybe he's the last of the Mohicans cause nowadays
When he's propositioned, he just smiles, tugs at his wedding ring
and says  "It just won't come off"
It's funny
Who'd have thought the day would ever come when
Nobody's dangerous anymore
edited 6:22 p.m. 11/13/14
 Nov 2014 Jennifer Thorsen
Creep
I sit here in tomorrow,
as you lay there in yesterday.

I can tell you what's to come:
a broken glass,
some tears,
and too many tubs of ice cream.
Oh an the best thing of all:
a smile
that will surely come.
idk... wanna write something nice but i cant lol
its 12:30am where im at and for some of my friends it might be 11:30pm or 10:30pm or even 9:30pm...
 Nov 2014 Jennifer Thorsen
Creep
Wake up in the middle of the night
for inspiration,
new ideas,
thoughts waiting to be poured onto paper.
ever notice how its at night when you get your best ideas?
 Nov 2014 Jennifer Thorsen
Adele
I am a nightingale,
singing for a lonely heart
Healing a wound,
with mine open wide
Stitching one by one,
you won't see
what I'm trying to hide
All you can hear,
is me singing you a lullaby
Humming the deepest note,
just for you to hear
crooning every word,
watching you float
Closing your eyes,
while I kiss you Goodnight
I am a nightingale,
but my heart's just too frail

11/14/14

**-Adele
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