Let's
exist
more happy than
warm finger caresses
more sad than
tounge twisted sambas
more relentless than
morose bravado
more restless than
sheet wrapped legs
more ingnited than
flame doused pleasures
more real than
ache filled spaces.
more bitter than
sweet spilled graces
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I really like the ache filled space and sweet spilled graces.
And more, and more, and more, it reminds me of when I sometimes write proposals and I'm constanly writing 'continue', I will continue, my testimonial to going on, and reassuring whomever. myself most probably.
do you take pictures/draw? I'd be really interested to see anything you have, your writing is very vivid.
What you said is inspiring
" I will continue, my testimonial to going on" and so true, we can simply continue on, and on, and on as a testament to hope and life.
I don't have much in the way of "visual art", but I'll post something and I'm encouraged.
:)
Hi Shannon
I don't mind at all.
Your last two lines are a
wise call to action.
:)
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