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Moochie’s Meandering Missives (and a pic or two)

It’s a wall of white this morning
And I’m making decisions.
What do I want?

Not someone else: me.

It’s there and I know I can’t ignore something
This large and painful,
But I do need to wait a little longer
And keep myself together with them
Until I can call.

Calling all strangers -
Please stop trying.

I can’t seem to dream
While in this house
Where dreams are everywhere,
Canvases covered
And books filled with them.

I’m not better than anyone else
At anything else
And so,
I was unable to answer that one question,
Feeling a bit of a failure now with this revelation.

Shall I throw in some descriptive words
No one will read anyway?
My prose is lost
In the drifts of snow
That berm against the door with the wind,
Making it nearly impossible to leave.

What do I want?
To crawl under that white blanket
And hide until the words in my head


Go blank


Become covered themselves
In the thick mounds
Of precipitated thoughts.
 
Weary,
Heavy laden branches
Full of thick, wet snow
Have one of three choices:

Keep strong
And hold the weight
Day after day
Until it slowly melts away.

Constantly hope
That any moment,
A strong wind or an animal will come
And move the branch enough
To make the oppressive snow
Sparkle to the ground
In a pffft.

Or if it chooses,

Break apart,
Allowing the snow
To win a battle
It never thought it would be a part of
As it crystallized and fell through miles
Of the sky
To land and be
As close to that branch
As it could
For as long as possible.

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Moochienanu said:
Weary,
Heavy laden branches
Full of thick, wet snow
Have one of three choices:

Keep strong
And hold the weight
Day after day
Until it slowly melts away.

Constantly hope
That any moment,
A strong wind or an animal will come
And move the branch enough
To make the oppressive snow
Sparkle to the ground
In a pffft.

Or if it chooses,

Break apart,
Allowing the snow
To win a battle
It never thought it would be a part of
As it crystallized and fell through miles
Of the sky
To land and be
As close to that branch
As it could
For as long as possible.

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Amazing, Beautiful Tits and Snow, just what I need. :heart::heart:
 
Moochienanu said:
Weary,
Heavy laden branches
Full of thick, wet snow
Have one of three choices:

Keep strong
And hold the weight
Day after day
Until it slowly melts away.

Constantly hope
That any moment,
A strong wind or an animal will come
And move the branch enough
To make the oppressive snow
Sparkle to the ground
In a pffft.

Or if it chooses,

Break apart,
Allowing the snow
To win a battle
It never thought it would be a part of
As it crystallized and fell through miles
Of the sky
To land and be
As close to that branch
As it could
For as long as possible.

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Snow looks good, although I don’t like the stuff, but you look better.
 
The pieces of myself
Have shattered
And what is left
Is so small
That, when gathered together,
Blows like a glitter in the wind
 
Moochienanu said:
Weary,
Heavy laden branches
Full of thick, wet snow
Have one of three choices:

Keep strong
And hold the weight
Day after day
Until it slowly melts away.

Constantly hope
That any moment,
A strong wind or an animal will come
And move the branch enough
To make the oppressive snow
Sparkle to the ground
In a pffft.

Or if it chooses,

Break apart,
Allowing the snow
To win a battle
It never thought it would be a part of
As it crystallized and fell through miles
Of the sky
To land and be
As close to that branch
As it could
For as long as possible.

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Ah snow, that would be nice but we don’t get too much of that in the UK, beautiful words and a beautiful picture to accompany them
 
I drink today

I have a glass of Jameson
Sitting in front of me
In an airport bar
So I need something to drink to
Alone.

I drink to the positive parts of my sentences that end with reality.

I drink to a life lead only half shadowed...

I drink to the love I have found...

I drink to my health...

I drink to a future...

I drink to happiness...

...where I am forever alone.

...that will hopefully prove to be something I have.

...where I am never fully integrated.

...that I am apart from too often.

...that seems forever away.
 
Moochienanu said:
I drink today

I have a glass of Jameson
Sitting in front of me
In an airport bar
So I need something to drink to
Alone.

I drink to the positive parts of my sentences that end with reality.

I drink to a life lead only half shadowed...

I drink to the love I have found...

I drink to my health...

I drink to a future...

I drink to happiness...

...where I am forever alone.

...that will hopefully prove to be something I have.

...where I am never fully integrated.

...that I am apart from too often.

...that seems forever away.
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Slainte!
May your giving hand never fail you.
 
Even when you drink your muses have an air of melancholy about them: My wish for you is contentment.
 
Moochienanu said:
I drink today

I have a glass of Jameson
Sitting in front of me
In an airport bar
So I need something to drink to
Alone.

I drink to the positive parts of my sentences that end with reality.

I drink to a life lead only half shadowed...

I drink to the love I have found...

I drink to my health...

I drink to a future...

I drink to happiness...

...where I am forever alone.

...that will hopefully prove to be something I have.

...where I am never fully integrated.

...that I am apart from too often.

...that seems forever away.
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Feels like an exam section...match the first half of the sentence with the correct second half.
Hugs. 🌷
 
I need each ounce
Of your weight on me.
Your forearm pressed to my sternum
As our lips touching against,
Sing across a distance.

Tell me about how you need me
What you are doing to me physically
While our minds run through windows
And rape every place legs are left open.

Don’t fuck with me tonight
Because I need you to fuck
Every inch of me instead.
Hard and slow
Until I’m a crumbling heap
That you need to hold upright.

I need hemp to keep me together,
For you to pull tight the lines
That literally and figuratively bind
Every inch of me.
Security on the tongue
Moving everything right
My only free hand moving through your hair.
 
A forgotten girl
Without time to spare.
A knuckle slipped
Such small hands
Stretching fingers
Far apart,
Yet closer than ever.
Another with little resistance.
Feeling intoxicated
A floating body...
Out of body,
Or in it?
Above the moment
Left alone in it.
 
Moochienanu said:
I need each ounce
Of your weight on me.
Your forearm pressed to my sternum
As our lips touching against,
Sing across a distance.

Tell me about how you need me
What you are doing to me physically
While our minds run through windows
And rape every place legs are left open.

Don’t fuck with me tonight
Because I need you to fuck
Every inch of me instead.
Hard and slow
Until I’m a crumbling heap
That you need to hold upright.

I need hemp to keep me together,
For you to pull tight the lines
That literally and figuratively bind
Every inch of me.
Security on the tongue
Moving everything right
My only free hand moving through your hair.
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A need that requires satisfying.
 
Soft, sweet hands,
Fingers following curves.
A smile not seen for weeks,
Infectious,
Begging to be kissed.
The way
Lips, teeth, tongue
Touch and tumble
Together
Like lazy limbs longingly
Left lounging,
Waiting for those
Stolen moments
When warm flesh
Meets ripe minds.

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A field of stars
Galaxy of small fires
Burning for millions of years
From inside eyes
Starring into the future
Waiting for the pressure
Of fingertips as they push
Into pliable skin and flesh.

A multitude of unknown
Unvisited thoughts
Squirreled away into small packages
And sent out
Across a distance that can only be measured
In time that makes no sense.

Whispers into the void
Scooped into heaps
And swaddling a soul
In each unique word.

Image removed on 3/21/22
 
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Moochienanu said:
A field of stars
Galaxy of small fires
Burning for millions of years
From inside eyes
Starring into the future
Waiting for the pressure
Of fingertips as they push
Into pliable skin and flesh.

A multitude of unknown
Unvisited thoughts
Squirreled away into small packages
And sent out
Across a distance that can only be measured
In time that makes no sense.

Whispers into the void
Scooped into heaps
And swaddling a soul
In each unique word.

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Love the vulnerability and sweetness 😘
 
Moochienanu said:
A field of stars
Galaxy of small fires
Burning for millions of years
From inside eyes
Starring into the future
Waiting for the pressure
Of fingertips as they push
Into pliable skin and flesh.

A multitude of unknown
Unvisited thoughts
Squirreled away into small packages
And sent out
Across a distance that can only be measured
In time that makes no sense.

Whispers into the void
Scooped into heaps
And swaddling a soul
In each unique word.

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That, my dear is a "I have a secret" smile if I ever saw one. And, it's obviously a very good one. And, the poem fits so well. I trust you're having a great weekend!
 
Moochienanu said:
Soft, sweet hands,
Fingers following curves.
A smile not seen for weeks,
Infectious,
Begging to be kissed.
The way
Lips, teeth, tongue
Touch and tumble
Together
Like lazy limbs longingly
Left lounging,
Waiting for those
Stolen moments
When warm flesh
Meets ripe minds.

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I love the tenderness here.
 
There is a story that is on the tip of my tongue,
One of worry and fear...
One that many have been through,
And it is now my turn.

I must admit,
I thought I would make it much longer than this,
But now that it is hours away,
I am eerily calm.

Perhaps it is your words running through my veins,
Reminding me that you will keep me,
Even if I am broken,
Although you’re completely certain I’m not.
 
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