It’s the new year,
Time for resolution, or inevitable revival
The point of this winter season when everything seems…
New and fresh, like anything is possible.
But is it really, if all we will do is make the same resolutions
And live out our consistent, boring lives
Grasping to the idea that change,
Only change,
Will somehow add meaning to the meaningless-
Inspire the uninspired.
We find that so easily our life will pass us by,
And we will cascade into our indifference
For the lives we made for ourselves and the unimportant choices we took
Even though we heard the necessary calling for change,
We ignored it,
Until the year changed and our lives became one year bleaker.
Call me cynical, or pessimistic
But the change we crave, the change we ache,
Is too busy living inside of the dream of a fresh start
Instead of living inside our lives.

She remembers his touch,
His desire to
Please.
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Not for the sake of reward,
Just out of love
Love.
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She yearns to feel
Him
Firmer, Fiercer.
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She squirms
Beneath his
Grip.
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“You don’t look
Like
you want me to stop.”
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A flutter; a
Gasp.
Enough.
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Release before –
She
Can’t let go.
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Why do we crave?

Shoulder blades
Sharpened
Etched
Onto her
Skin       
Jutting out.

Feathers
Quivering
Aching
To
Be
Released.

They ***** her
She bleeds
Tread lightly.
Beware
Those
Troubled eyes.

Shadows
Ripple
Across
The stained
Canvas      
Of her –

Heart.
Downtrodden
Beaten down
By their
Cacophonous                      
Drum.

Taste
Of the
Sea
Runs
Down                    
Her cheek.

A
Lone
Stream          
Relentlessly      
Pours      
Past –

The
Murky
Land
Of
Dying    
Trees.

Wasteland
Barren
Save
The
Withered    
Rose

It speaks –
Its final
Breath,              
A                                
Parting                               
Note:

“Do you
See splendor
In those
Placid
Cobalt
Eyes?

Or is
My inner
Purity
Revealed
At                      
Last –

That is
Betrayed
By
An
Alluring                    
Form.”

Silence
She waits
And
Weakens
In putrid                    
Earth.

~
He's gone.
                                                                                          She'll never know.

That carrot, what could be said a little girl gave her,
                    Well we wondered why an anatomically
Correct Miss Snow lady had such an amicable smile.

Her nose always seemed to descend to below,
                         She had a friend but his carrot was as
Limp as could be, it wasn’t his fault it’s the cold you see…

But never fear, where there is ingenuity there is away…
                 In their morning Miss Snow seemed to ice up below,
But she seemed to have a rather defrosted glow…

For when it was time for this artificial carrot to wind down,
              She evaporated in pleasure but Mr Snowman was still there
***** but no place to go. Poor Mr Snowman,
                                                          we'll blame it on the cold…

Today I looked at sun,
I saw the light beams radiate on hill tops and in the crescent of the valleys beneath.
I even saw it shine on the nape of your neck,
As it bounced back off of you,
It took its run on me,
They danced across my skin.
Glowing and morphing into golden hues
Much more beautiful than any moonlight that has walked along this body, along this flesh.
I saw my skin collect and store away the sparkle and twinkle of the sun,
When the day had settled and the night had finally fell upon us,
I beamed, from my finger tips to my toes.
I let that light radiate its ultraviolet passion and its warm love across my body and when I began to speak,
You realized it was not the sun I liberated,
But rather, the sun that liberated me.