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s c r i b b l e s: my baby doesn't
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This is NOT poetry). September 22, 2008. My baby doesn't let me kiss her. In public - "i don't do PDA's". She tells me, adding,. I tell her it's okay. I'll get used to it. But i wish i didn't have to. Make sure we are alone. Before i'm allowed to kiss her. And embrace her and i wonder. Why she doesn't want our. Love to be public. More than shyness is she. I hope not - i don't think. Want to get used to. Or maybe she worries about the. Jealous eyes and the envious ones. Doesn't want them casting.
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s c r i b b l e s: vulnerable
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This is NOT poetry). July 24, 2008. I stand before you. Take off my clothing. You see my imperfect body. Its scars and bruises and freckles. Stretch marks and moles. Not at all vulnerable. I tear open my chest. Reveal my pumping heart. In the bloody gaping wound. Peel off the suit of my skin. I stand before you. Not at all vulnerable. But your knowledge of the invisible. Old wounds scabbed over. You see them all. You know where to kick and scratch. You want nothing of me. You see the tears i hide.
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s c r i b b l e s: April 2001
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This is NOT poetry). April 01, 2001. Touch my fingers that I may learn to feel. Hold my hand that I may learn to caress. Entwine your legs around mine that I may. Start my journey into discovery. But most of all. Embrace me that I may be found. Scribbled on Sunday, April 01, 2001. By Any Other Name. In 100 words or fewer. Follow scriblerus at http:/ twitter.com. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
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s c r i b b l e s: May 2000
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This is NOT poetry). May 01, 2000. Love You You Love. Am I in love with You. Or am I in love with Love? Do I seek You. Or do I seek Love? Without You, would I have found Love;. Without Love, would I have found You? You and Love,. Scribbled on Monday, May 01, 2000. By Any Other Name. In 100 words or fewer. Follow scriblerus at http:/ twitter.com. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
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s c r i b b l e s: September 1996
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This is NOT poetry). September 29, 1996. A young girl’s first love is bittersweet. Lasting only that long, and not for keeps. But unrequited that love she gives,. No longer the courage to love again lives. Scribbled on Sunday, September 29, 1996. By Any Other Name. In 100 words or fewer. Follow scriblerus at http:/ twitter.com. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
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s c r i b b l e s: March 2002
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This is NOT poetry). March 19, 2002. I’m Your secret Admirer. Of course You don’t know me. But i try my best to find out all i can. Your birthday, Your preferences, Your pet peeves. I steal glances at You. My heart beats furiously. Whenever You are near. You never notice when we pass each other. But i, i count the times and carefully store each moment. How i long to tell You of my affections. If i told You, i wouldn’t be your secret admirer any longer. Scribbled on Tuesday, March 19, 2002. March 15, 2002.
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s c r i b b l e s: smile
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This is NOT poetry). June 05, 2008. I miss so much to feel. The warmth of your body next to mine. The smile our bodies made on the bed. The one i wore). As we drifted off to sleep. Alone in my bed. There is no smile to be found. Only - perhaps -. A little forlorn frown. I make by my lonesome self. Labels: s p e c v l v m. Scribbled on Thursday, June 05, 2008. By Any Other Name. In 100 words or fewer. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
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s c r i b b l e s:
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Short Stories: The Scraped Scenes From Shakespeare Series. This is NOT poetry). July 22, 2008. Short Stories: The Scraped Scenes From Shakespeare Series. The To Be Or Not To Be Series. The One Monologue Fits All Series. The Misplaced Monologue Series. The Same Old Soliloquy Series. But before she could finish her existential ramble, the Friar enters the tomb . Then the Capulets . Then the Montagues . With the pillow poised, Othello begins, "To be or not to be .". Caesar happens upon a secret gathering of...
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s c r i b b l e s: night swim
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This is NOT poetry). April 17, 2009. In the fluid darkness. Beneath the waves of bedclothes. She dips slowly in. Her hands leading her. In search of a pearl. Drifting lazily along my currents. Her searching fingers blindly exploring. Her tongue seeking and tasting salt. Forming new surges in my body. As she dives deeper down. She coaxes tremendous swells. And i break through the surface tension. Surging high over her. But her warm mouth drinks fearlessly. And i wash over her shoulder. I become a whirlpool.
