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the Periodic Writer

I stole all of the words, but the thoughts are original.

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Poetry

This Colossal Miss.

Slowly, our galaxies were colliding. A meeting astronomically abiding, all while breathless desires heightened. The peppered pass was a savored journey, a star-filled dance elegantly curving. Each winding with care yet left yearning. A connection long lasting deep in the... Continue Reading →

A Cup you can Count on

It's deliberate not to take it black today. I've learned from you to drink it this way, though I didn't want to give that away. So a touch of cream upholds my charade. I let you talk as I love... Continue Reading →

One Drive at a Time

Tensely shivering in my igloo exhaust, I wonder how long this defrosting will take. But then I allow my mind to get lost and my shoulders happily seize the break. I regain time by zipping through yellows, though I don't... Continue Reading →

An Ode to Love, not anyone.

It's likely I'll love you more than any other admirer has. Does it scare or make you refrain? or serenade you for my hand? I belt it out with fierce belief, like a girl before any grief. I will not... Continue Reading →

a title Fit For perfectionists.

Tend to obsess, it's what I do. Those who rhyme will get that too. It doesn't matter what or who, is my project when I'm due. I'll untether myself from you, but dizzy dreams that follow suit reveal shadows of... Continue Reading →

Find your Peace First

Hardest lesson in love isn't that there is one, but many to choose from.

Timing is Everywhere. Is it time to drop the anchor down? I've seen what fun lies floating around. Sailors look on, as I cast to the abyss. Stare until swallowed, sinking all would-haves with. The boat still rocks, but the... Continue Reading →

Writing for Keeps

It's when I'm quiet you should worry. If your effect still finds pulse in this quill, then there's a chance I'll keep you with me.

Glad I Kept You.

Time moves me and I forget, until I fall on things you left. I tried hiding each around to make them hard to narrow down. But spot a bottle you helped dry, it's almost sad I didn't cry. I should... Continue Reading →

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