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The Unswept Cobwebs of My Mind: Tumbleweed
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The Unswept Cobwebs of My Mind. Welcome the The Unswept Cobwebs of My Mind. a place where all of my hopes and desires, all of my darkest secrets and inner thoughts are laid bare. Once you're lost in this Labyrinth of Prose. simply be warned. you may come out a different person. then again. you may not come out at all. Tuesday, November 24, 2015. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Lubbock Poetry Movement. The Sacrifice Of Marius Desalle. Papa don't preach, Mama don't dance. All The Way Home.
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The Unswept Cobwebs of My Mind: Phantoms
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The Unswept Cobwebs of My Mind. Welcome the The Unswept Cobwebs of My Mind. a place where all of my hopes and desires, all of my darkest secrets and inner thoughts are laid bare. Once you're lost in this Labyrinth of Prose. simply be warned. you may come out a different person. then again. you may not come out at all. Thursday, March 28, 2013. Of all that work that you've done. with every check that you've cashed in this lifetime. Are you lying on a bed of money? Are you still today quivering in ecstasy?
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Greg Rogers: March 2013
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Thursday, March 28, 2013. By Greg Rogers on Friday, March 8, 2013 at 8:57am ·. Through lucid passions of illusive dreams filled with lust and energy of merging flesh feeding frenzy of carnal satisfaction .moaning and groaning and screaming in movement of touch and taste through feel and felt high and low sweating merging of flesh skin apon skin making heat making love making the world disappear through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm recreating each other re-affirming themselves with vows of love. It wa...
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Jennifer Renae Conlee: Lost Soul
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Sunday, September 9, 2012. A restless spirit wants to fly. Grounded, held to earth. By responsibilities that keep the body here. The restless spirit wants to dance. Wants to kiss a stranger. Wants to do something dangerous. The head is in the clouds, the soul wants to live. But the feet are planted firmly in the ground. Aching to dance, aching to run. But no where to go, no one to go with. Written By Jennifer Renae Conlee. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Lubbock Poetry Movement.
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Greg Rogers: August 2013
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Friday, August 2, 2013. Thursday, August 1, 2013. Shall we dance naked beneath the stars flesh on flesh in each others arms moving slow in sexual teases breathing moaning as passions pleasing lustfully with hearts beating as one. Written by Greg Rogers. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Lubbock Poetry Movement. Lubbock Poetry Main Page. I'm the admin for The Lubbock Poetry Movement. this is an archive of posted poetry from our facebook page www.facebook.com/groups/LubbockPoetryMovement.
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Nami Sanjo: October 2013
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Thursday, October 31, 2013. Where Old Meets New). Where Old Meets New). Inside old walls with memories built on broken promises and lies. So inside this i try to build new memories that are much kinder to find,. So i don't hide when the past comes to fight,. What i have left of my heart that has already and too soon given to another. His sun will rise and mine shall fall apart by place but not to call. I hope he finds his life and remembers every experience as i. If only someone wasn't afraid and stayed.
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Nami Sanjo: A story of a broken heart:
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Sunday, March 24, 2013. A story of a broken heart:. A story of a broken heart:. Im in a room, screaming loud and clear. Oh sweetie , what's the matter my dear? Can't you here me? Can't you see me! Then why can't you feel me? Im so alone in this crowded room. Is it entertainment to watch this happen? Is it relief to see its not you but that's not what you tell me. They come with love and go leaving the pieces for me to pick up. They kiss it better, as if im a child. But it never holds. So many years but s...
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Nami Sanjo: (Where Old Meets New)
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Thursday, October 31, 2013. Where Old Meets New). Where Old Meets New). Inside old walls with memories built on broken promises and lies. So inside this i try to build new memories that are much kinder to find,. So i don't hide when the past comes to fight,. What i have left of my heart that has already and too soon given to another. His sun will rise and mine shall fall apart by place but not to call. I hope he finds his life and remembers every experience as i. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Nami Sanjo: April 2013
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Thursday, April 4, 2013. A moment of clarity. A moment of clarity. Another night were stars shine bright, roads lead home by light blumed in sight, like fireworks in eyes that shine in hearts divide. Like a love that once was and in naive hope arise and found in such beautiful lies. But in that truth I find my rise beyond the stars as well the skies. I am my own and in that alive. Written by Nami Sanjo. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Lubbock Poetry Movement. A moment of clarity. View my complete profile.
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Nami Sanjo: August 2013
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Friday, August 2, 2013. What do I say, what can I say. Creates a lump to where I cannot speak. Healing from the past but terrified it will repeat in the future. The shame of how I was and the things that I've done. I hope for things new but still watch them breaking my hands. I thought I had created a new glue for the pieces left behind. Yet it would seem that once again I will be a victim of time. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, none that would care even if I cry. The sorrow fills and spills over.
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