The stream (all workshops)
Why must I always feel like this
Sadness, with a heavy heart,
Like my life feels like it's gonna stop
And did it ever really start
I think I'm hearing voices, songs to be precise,
I thought it was the radio,
But no radio was in sight
I've caught a glimpse of something,
Out the corner of my eye.
But the music has intrigued me most....
Have I lost my mind?
If I died tomorrow,
Would the people I needed most
How could they care?
To them I'm already a ghost.
i love being kissed,
but not just kissed, i love being kissed with intention.
i love to be kissed on my hands.
honestly, i sometimes prefer it more than being kissed on the lips.
while it could be the attention to detail
that i paid to romantic idolizations i held in my youth;
i see it as acceptance,
rather than infatuation,
because acceptance is more permanent.
when i kissed your hands,
while i perhaps mimicked beloved fairytales in my mind,
i did it to show you i accepted you,
all of you.
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318 V-8, with 4bbl. auto-transmission
65, 000 mi. needs new battery and tune-up
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It was love at first sight,
long, dark and intriguing
just a little bit rusted,
she said, to me screaming,
"Take me home sweetheart
You won't be sorry"
I forked over the loot,
my eyes were all starry.
A scrub and a tune-up
new battery 'n more
derusted and painted
mended holes in the floor
The night remains a mystery to my conscious,
where dreams, sweet and lucid, a near reality
more clear than reality, constitutes a wonder
superior to the ticks of time. A place to create
in infinity where I must face my fears, as well
know the beauty, the freedom of the cosmos.
It took me a while to understand love.
The kind that stays around and doesn't light new fires,
but shows you how to tend the embers that last.
The heat is still strong and gives a warmth you shouldn't ignore.
Embers when she still thinks you're funny after all these years.
Embers when forgiveness is given with just a look.
Embers when she says she wants to pass first,
because she doesn't want to know grief like that.
Embers are sometimes careless in this way.
Their heat can still burn you even without touch.
Fitfully flailing on an unruly sea
Please acknowledge my humble plea!
My only desire is only to be free
Released from this uncanny ride raging within the deep
The depths of my mind which all to often reaps
The fruit of abject insanity
Engaged in my own souls untimely defeat
Please come forward and comfort me!
Do not forsake or leave me alone
Your presence requested to make me complete
Your love and acceptance are all that I need!
When your gaze
Catches mine,
I yearn for fleeting moments
To become eternal ones,
For every gaze
To become memorable.
But then,
I remember that
Each passing moment,
I ache to share my thoughts
With you.
Yet my words are unheard,
Like whispers
Carried away by the wind.
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And don’t have enough to eat
There’s a special kind of program
That’s design to help you cheat
If you have writer’s block
And lost all inspiration
Artificial intelligence
Is better than self insemination
AI has supplanted our souls
Like a weak and bloodless heart
Hardening the arteries
Artifice fucked up our art
So come meet your new assistant
Here to help you plagiarize,
Let me thieve some precious words
Like a genius in disguise
I saw a dream
it was a girl
who swam across
the sea of love
she was a mermaid
she sang a song
for people to know
and feel welcome
I swam myself
without an effort
I went closer
to hear her song
She kept a baby
inside a trolley
it seemed a mix
of human and fish
She held it in her arms
and sang to it
a happy song
a nice melody
I asked her about the song
She replied with lyrics
"Love is the answer
to every question"
It's not always
Candlelit dinners,
Red roses,
Dresses and suits...
Sometimes
It's him pressing his leg against mine
Underneath the table.
It's making homemade peach cobbler
Or curled up in bed with a book
It's late night trips to no where,
Just to drive and listen to music
It's a tent and a campfire
In the backyard
It's those "just because" moments
That keep the romance alive.
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