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Stella Pulls Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. The same way she inhales them, draws the life from them, and sucks the air out of them. Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She lures them in with her husky voice, the way she moves and the way she seems to be almost spilling out of her clothes. Her long, silky blond hair hangs in waves about her shoulders and men get dizzy in the ebb and flow of the locks while she walks through a room. They end up in a stupor and unable to talk. Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She seems to hypnotize them with her soft, beautiful blue eyes. They stare, mesmerized, unable to break eye contact once they gaze deep into them. Their eyes glaze over as if in a trance. Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She intoxicates them with her fragrance. She smells like honeysuck...

am i not the you you knew? where is yesterday's friend,   the one that vowed to love, to the very end? where is yesterday's love,   the one that vowed eternal love? is today's friend destined to travel the same path, too? is today's friend tomorrow's used to be, too? why do friendships come and go?   am i the bad guy you used to know? you took a part of this broken heart,   a thousand pieces strewn about. the time we spent, the days we shared,   it surely seemed you cared. a person here, a person there,   now you're gone to who knows where. once i tried to name you all,   left me sad, beneath a funerary pall.   once i tried to forget you all,   you visit me in my dreams and all. you visit me there, but never here,   at times i wake and i'm in tears. when i wake it hits me that   forgotten times have turned to crimes. i knew you once you knew me too,   now you're gone and you're not you...

She carries She carries my baby quite low. Her face shines, a ruddy glow. She craves a late night meal. Her face puckers, such appeal! She has eyes that sparkle and grin. Her heart’s so big to fit him in. She writes words in a secret diary. Her loving still remains quite fiery. She keeps some thoughts deep inside. Her smile spreads, deep and wide. She takes walks at dawn, alone. Her moods make me smile and groan. She sometimes laughs then cries, Her tears bring some to my eyes. She counts the days on a chart. Her plans include a blissful start. She mostly laughs and waits. Her giggles make me levitate. She moves with grace, even so full. Her face puffed with life so whole. She dreams at night, baby kicks. Her face belies his stomach tricks. She sleeps for hours and hours. Her face goes nova at baby showers. She fills his room with baby things Her finger's too big for our rings. She counts the days until he...

As I Settle In The sun sets as I settle in, at my desk, to set words to paper. A warm, gentle, summer breeze gently brushes my face. I gaze out at the azure, magenta, pink, and yellow sunset. Gently swaying tree branches are silhouettes against the evening sky. Letters gather, congregate and gleefully set themselves onto the page. The first stars twinkle into view as my hand caresses words on the paper. I breathe the words and lines which appear, as music carries me along. The soft violin serenades my ears and moves my heart with it. Images pulse within my brain like a soothing, gentle massage. Ideas flow through my pen, float and flutter onto the page. Soft white clouds disappear as dusk slowly pushes lower, toward nightfall. My nose fills with the fragrant bouquet of the fruit of the grape. My tongue welcomes the delicious liquid as is passes over my palate. Senses are heightened and stimulated, as the moon smiles down on me. Phrases, metaphors, similes saunter co...

 falling without a net     Love is like a high wire-act, tumbling like an acrobat, falling without a net. Your eyes are like velvet pools, I'd dive in like so many fools, But I'm afraid of falling without a net. Your lips are like soft, satin sheets, I'd lie down where sweet skin meets, But I'm afraid of falling without a net. Your skin is like downy feathers, I'd wear them in winter weather, But I'm afraid of falling without a net. You smile is like a summer rainbow, I'd like to bask in its colorful warm glow, But I'm afraid of falling without a net. Your heart is warm and tender, I'd love to feel its fullest splendor, But I'm afraid of falling without a net. Love is like a high wire-act, tumbling like an acrobat, falling without a net. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Photo by:  http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3AAcrobat.jpg If you enjoyed this poem, fi...

Friends are like fingers Friends are like fingers, and you are the thumb, always beside you, whatever may come. Friends are like fingers, For good for or ill, rely on their help, whatever we will. Friends are like fingers, and you are the thumb, trustworthy, true blue, always close, near to you. Friends are like fingers, always so dear, persist in patience, whatever we fear. Friends are like fingers, and you are the thumb, hid deep in your heart, never depart. Friends are like fingers, fingers are friends, giving abounds whatever life sends. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Photo by: By dhannte Find more of my writing here.

Sisyphus Sadness i feel the sadness of the world sitting firmly on my heart, emotions stifled, rifled, rent and worn, from the start. i feel the sadness of the world fitted firmly on my back, staggering, stumbling, i take a step onto the aimless track. i feel the sadness of the world pressing, pounding in my head, thoughts of maudlin madness, thinking unsoundly, full of dread. i feel the sadness of the world stinging, burning my eyes, seeing, watching, staring, lonely, lonesome tears and cries. i feel the sadness of words ringing loudly in my ears, sounding, resounding, hearing the woeful voices of the years. i feel the sadness of the world pulling profoundly on my soul, powerful passions, pulsing, probing, plundering, leave me un-whole. i feel the sadness of the world placed implacably in the center of my palms, weighted worries, willful, woeful, and wieldy, positioned without qualms. i feel the sadness of the world dragging, draped around my feet,...