Reading Dog Eared Love Letters

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Reading dog eared love letters
Smelling of her French perfume
Longing to be with her again
Clinging to memories, I consume
The candlelight quietly fading
The only sound is my pen’s scratch
Scribbling missives & shanties
Acknowledged beauty, she’s quite the catch

Something Noble

Here’s a little story from last year I’d like to share again…

Captain Q

Sally came to her Advanced Writers class that evening without much inspiration. The winter semester was headed toward finals. The stress kept building upon her. There had not much time to write lately. When she had wanted to write, she found the well was dry.

She was a junior at the University. A notebook could always be found in her bag. Sally had a habit of trying to write down any interesting thought she came across. She had been keeping faux-diaries since she was a little girl. Sally was shy about her writings before she met like minded people at school here. Now, she was cautiously open about what she was capable of writing.

Outside was bitter and cold. The snow hadn’t been cleared from the streets that afternoon. Everyone was walking carefully, if they went out at all. She wore her ancient clunky Docs an old boyfriend had bought…

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Last Night She Wore Garters

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Last night she wore garters
In spite of our fates, we were free
I brought wine redder than her lips
Wearing only a crucifix & a church key
We were intoxicatingly in love
I’ve sailed all the seas, always to return
There’s no other to own my heart
She’s the only one for whom I’ll ever yearn

Running Headlong Into Winter

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Running headlong into Winter
The cold air forced inside my lungs
Stopping abruptly at the end of the dock
Arms out, catching a snowflake on my tongue
I ran out of land again
Isolated out here with my soul about to freeze
There’s no place left to escape
Shanghai’d again! My fate lies on the high seas

Stalking Campus Coffee Shops 

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Stalking campus coffee shops

Finding those of intellectual pursuits

The good smells of stimulation

& these lonely ladies in pantsuits

But I’ll settle in beside them

Thinking of proper words to recite

Turning mistrust into lust

Dangling soft words for them to bite

Walking Behind Parochial School Brats

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Walking behind parochial school brats
Outward appearances nice & neat
Discarded to their own system
Twisted hearts with a distorted beat
You can’t abandon a soul
& expect righteousness to supervise
You hope for marching citizens
But you end up with the Lord of the Flies

I can’t sleep, so here’s a poem for ya…

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I keep looking around my desk
Searching for anything to write
Confusion in this chaos
Fearful I might come off as trite
The floor littered with scraps
The false words & near misses
Wishing you were here with me
To reassure with a few of your kisses