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Do any of you girls write poetry, or stories?
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PaganPunkstress
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I love to read and write poetry.
I used to write alot but now w/ 3 kiddos and college I havent made the time to.
I used to write alot but now w/ 3 kiddos and college I havent made the time to.
Old journal entry:
I write and I write. I compose in my head, in the car on the highway and winding roads. In the shower, the bath, in bed drifting in and out of consciousness or while walking my dog. Over and over the imagery emits through my head. Topics, notions, feelings, thoughts, emotions perceived and sometime acted on, it's endless the words flow like water. Like water atop a waterfall or like water from the faucet in the bath. Seductive. The words like the water are cloudy at times and partially opaque streaming down with rising steam. The words passionate in meaning give way to heat, the heat of choice; choices presented to but not always widely taken or pursued.
The heat is unbearable; too hot to ignore it just clicks somehow. Somehow change becomes apparent, it just happens without control. I wonder if I can write fast enough, will I miss the chance, will I find myself back at the start again.
It's not different exactly, just better timed I suppose, hotter, or perhaps not as hot enough to hold, to grasp and evolve with.
I write and I write. I compose in my head, in the car on the highway and winding roads. In the shower, the bath, in bed drifting in and out of consciousness or while walking my dog. Over and over the imagery emits through my head. Topics, notions, feelings, thoughts, emotions perceived and sometime acted on, it's endless the words flow like water. Like water atop a waterfall or like water from the faucet in the bath. Seductive. The words like the water are cloudy at times and partially opaque streaming down with rising steam. The words passionate in meaning give way to heat, the heat of choice; choices presented to but not always widely taken or pursued.
The heat is unbearable; too hot to ignore it just clicks somehow. Somehow change becomes apparent, it just happens without control. I wonder if I can write fast enough, will I miss the chance, will I find myself back at the start again.
It's not different exactly, just better timed I suppose, hotter, or perhaps not as hot enough to hold, to grasp and evolve with.
I have about 10 or so poems on Literotica in the non-erotic section. Havent written in a while though.
necia
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Here's one I wrote some time ago:
Sweet Misery
By: Chanecia
You was the sweetest misery
One could ever encounter
But encounter you I did
And you stayed with me for a long bid
You was always there for me
When I went through changes
I never realized you was the cause
of those changes
But I loved you
My sweet Misery
When we rolled, we rolled hard
Despite the fact you made me act odd
You was my bitch
Do or die, for you always scratched
When I itched
Stayed up with me all night
Then shielded me from the day light
Soothed my twisted stomach knots
For you I had the hots
Oh how I loved you
My sweet Misery
I remember our first meeting
What an euphoric greeting
I never once contemplated
The mental beating
I would have to endure
For the price of
Having you as my whore
Your fragrance was overwhelming
Your taste was oh so bitter
Yet so very sweet
Falling for you was easy
My Sweet Misery
Your looks was on the money
Fine, and oh so pure
Had me acting like some dummy
And looking like a mummy
But I knew I was your honey
Pretty soon I came across some hard
times
And regardless of how many of your
lines
My times just got worst and worst
I had dreams of me in a hearse
You no longer soothed me
Like that hot cup of tea
I knew what it had to be
A break up with misery
The break up was rough
But enough was enough
And enough I had, had
I miss you not even a tad
My Sweet Misery
Is Nothing More than History
Sweet Misery
By: Chanecia
You was the sweetest misery
One could ever encounter
But encounter you I did
And you stayed with me for a long bid
You was always there for me
When I went through changes
I never realized you was the cause
of those changes
But I loved you
My sweet Misery
When we rolled, we rolled hard
Despite the fact you made me act odd
You was my bitch
Do or die, for you always scratched
When I itched
Stayed up with me all night
Then shielded me from the day light
Soothed my twisted stomach knots
For you I had the hots
Oh how I loved you
My sweet Misery
I remember our first meeting
What an euphoric greeting
I never once contemplated
The mental beating
I would have to endure
For the price of
Having you as my whore
Your fragrance was overwhelming
Your taste was oh so bitter
Yet so very sweet
Falling for you was easy
My Sweet Misery
Your looks was on the money
Fine, and oh so pure
Had me acting like some dummy
And looking like a mummy
But I knew I was your honey
Pretty soon I came across some hard
times
And regardless of how many of your
lines
My times just got worst and worst
I had dreams of me in a hearse
You no longer soothed me
Like that hot cup of tea
I knew what it had to be
A break up with misery
The break up was rough
But enough was enough
And enough I had, had
I miss you not even a tad
My Sweet Misery
Is Nothing More than History
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