The Poet, Chapter 2“This is the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen Ivy,” said Rosalyn reading the poem for the second time. “Keep in mind I say this knowing I told you about Arnie in the 5th grade that made a shrine for me outa gum I’d chewed and hair from a brush of mine he stole.”The Poet, Chapter 2
“Oh come on, it’s not that creepy. In fact, I think it’s actually sorta sweet.”
“Yeah, sweet in the same sense that Jeffery Dahmer was sweet to his victims before he fucked them and chopped them up. Just look at the end of the second stanza! ‘I pray my love she doesn’t abort, like a high school gi
The Poet, Chapter 1“Razor sharp is her…wit! Hmm, wit, wit, wit….Leo, what rhymes with wit?” asked Dorian turning from the screen in front of him. Getting no response from his friend, Leon, he walked over to the bed and pulled the earbuds from his ears as he glanced at the laptop screen on his lap. “Fuck Leo, do you really need to watch porn when you’re over here?”The Poet, Chapter 1
“Sorry, you just bore the shit out of me. I gotta do something to keep myself awake while I’m over here, and what better way to do that than to watch this chick bang herself with this dildo? Anyway, I figure if you’re masturbating over the
The Barista“Fuuuuuck,” said Dominique leaning back in his chair. “I can see why you like this bitch Val…” Valentine looked him in the eyes, shook his head, chuckled in disbelief, and smiled. “Oh, excuse me, Mr. Politically Correct; I can see why you like this girl. She does have that sorta weirdo-nerd-emo cute girl thing going on, what with those glasses and all. I dig that long dark wavy hair too; she Cuban?”The Barista
“Puerto Rican.”
“Well, that explains her…assets. She is way thick.” He quickly eyed her up and down. “Damn man, that’s definitely a ‘Val girl’
Daydreams and MemoriesLying in the grass on a warm summer’s eve I allow my mind to run free, allow it thoughts to weave.Daydreams and Memories
Imagining our first meeting, I see it so clear; Remembering now what you wore, a purple blouse and black skirt. I recall my anxiety, you could smell my fear; To ease my tension you joked like a pervert.
Visualizing the joke, you’d make it salacious. In retrospect, with your kindness you were gracious.
Devising our first hug, in scale it was awesome; Warm and soft was your body, firm your embrace. Your scent I recall, you smelled of orange bloss
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All the days are pale.
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To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
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To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
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