This blog often contains uncomfortable subject matter and occasional sexual content. If you don't want to read about it, empower yourself to close the page. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- . Fuck, I miss him tonight. 1:07 a.m. - 2014-01-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Magnetic poetry: On loss I remember listening We laughed, naked We kissed But it's only a lingering ghost I smoked my self away And so, our time is over I am a prisoner of longing like broken porcelain on concrete I wrote the above only using the words available from MagneticPoetry.com. I like the challenge of writing with a limited set of words. I usually end up coming up with better stuff than if I'd sat down with a pen. And honestly? I'm pretty damn proud of the "prisoner of longing" line. And the contrast of the thin, fragile porcelain against hard, unyielding concrete. 10:21 p.m. - 2014-01-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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