at her finest, she is an inventive poetic inspiration,
who makes the nonobjective feel mystical, familiar,
objective, and subjective all at once
the cracks, crevices, splits
and fractures running over her skin
represent the pain departed from her body
immense tenderness
and ecstatic pinnacles,
the flesh in martyrdom,
outpouring of strikingly extraordinary nectars,
in adolescence, she fell in one long, loud thunderous blast
but death has soften opinions of her,
tenaciously striving to exist anew,
intrepid eye, he instantly recognized her promise,
adding to her mythology and beauty
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Inspired by the story of the fallen tree? She was actually "felled" for the money - we're so insensitive at times...I sometimes felt like a whaler desensitized to what I was imparting because of my outcome orientation! I got the check and moved on.................
poor girl. she deserves the love.
Oh please, the woman's a f.... bitch, and not so hot at all. In fact those of us that have to work with her for a very brief period of time (she's does not want to work but wants things handed to her) she's a narcissistic skank. No thank you.
You exemplify LOVE IS BLIND. Without her pussy she is nothing.
Is she the only one that fell in a thunderous blast.
Is there not another with a shy glance across the room more wounded, more complex, more sad, and more perverse, just waiting to explode.
She is a beauty, but you are blind.
You every word that worships your Ex, gives her ego the power, she may use to stay confidant against the new man. YOU are giving her power. But try to balance yourself just a little. If you can be objective for just one second, you will see the muse you worship is common. Very common.
But your poetic side will not hear me. You want to keep empowering her so that she may "love" the other man with more abandon?
Please stop. To read you brilliant poems depresses me out when I know who they are about. Sure she's complicated, like thousands of others, but she's also common.
Why is the muse is always a disappointment, when compared to the artist? Fucked up, sometimes cruel, and always bland underneath it all.
Don't write with your penis. If you do, realize it does not rule the world.
Z move on, and create. You inspire people, me. Just turn your obsessions away from the unworthy. Find a deeper soul. There are more than you think.
Oh Cupcake
A Poverty of Talent
I drink your milkshake
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