posts tagged ‘prose’

  1. your love on me…

    November 30, 2011 by Lidia-Anain

    After all the sex

    After all the love

    After all the joy

    After all these years

    I finally know

     

    I finally know what good love is

    I finally know how your love feels on me

    Your love feels like my favorite sweater

    It hugs me tight

    It warms my body

    It always looks better on me

     

    Like my favorite sweater

    Your love is my first choice when this world gets cold

    It wouldn’t matter how many other loves I try because your love

    Like my favorite sweater

    Is the ONLY one that will never come between me, myself and I

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  2. my lust for reading

    October 10, 2011 by Lidia-Anain

    I wrote this little piece this morning and posted it on my Facebook right after. It is a perfect description of where my mind has been and why my e-pen has been silent…

    My mind voraciously consumes books as my pen sits still. My mind romances my pen with vivid thoughts creating a sensual dance before it. Moved by thoughts my mind peels off layers of ignorance which once covered it like clothing. As my mind strips before my pen she reveals a well of knowledge within, that my pen yearns to dive deep into.

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  3. shit filled septembers

    September 23, 2011 by Lidia-Anain

    In early May I began wading in a shit filled abyss. My body went limp. My voice grew weak. I couldn’t express all the emotions that had overcome me. All the trauma that surfaced with one visit to Florida. I was supposed to be there for six weeks but only lasted three. I physically fled from that place and those emotions but my voice it had left me and my mind remained in that abyss now all the way in it; swimming desperately trying to escape. It wasn’t until Sezin reached out with an unexpected post that lifted me up above the  rip current of worthlessness and despair that I had been swimming against. After the silence I was able to post things that I thought I would never be able to share with anyone. I wrote things down that I hadn’t told some of my best friends. I was heard by so many and felt better for sharing one of my darkest moments. (more…)

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  4. a thousand pieces

    September 19, 2011 by Lidia-Anain

    My wings are broken into a thousand pieces.

    My voice ran from me.

    I want to scream about how much it all hurts but I cannot manage to utter a single meaningful word.

    I want to run away from everything but I especially want to run away from me.

    I am broken.

    I am in a thousand pieces. (more…)

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  5. quinceañera

    September 7, 2011 by Lidia-Anain

    If things had been different…

    …Tomorrow, you’d be celebrating your Quince while everyone wished you a very happy birthday.

    My reality is…

    …Memories of what could have been while I wonder if I should even consider September 8th your birthday.

    If things had been different… (more…)

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  6. love is

    July 19, 2011 by Lidia-Anain

    thinking for ourselves…

    doing what is right when nobody is looking…

    reacting to our instincts instead of the ebb and flow of society…

    love is…

    you…

    love is…

    me…

    if we allow ourselves to be more than the sum of…

    morality

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  7. tomorrow

    February 21, 2011 by Lidia-Anain

    I want to do the insane.

    Fly a kite in the rain.

    Key on the tail end.

    Lightning.

    Hoping the sparks hit me.

    I’ll do anything to feel the pain.

    Anything is better than what I’m feeling. (more…)

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  8. wicked woman

    February 17, 2011 by Lidia-Anain

    She isn’t ever going to be great at being good

    She does know how to make you feel great while being bad

    She’ll believe your lies while she enjoys what she came for

    She won’t ever ask you for anymore than you are willing to give

    Wicked Woman

    She has never been great at lying to anyone but self

    She knows that being bad isn’t going to get her anywhere

    She believes that just this last time she’ll consume your sin

    She won’t ever give you anymore than what you ask

    Wicked Woman…

    …Wouldn’t want it any other way

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  9. yesterday on bleecker street

    February 10, 2011 by Lidia-Anain

    As my eyes traveled down Bleecker Street my mind floated along with them.

    The eyes wandered along noting the glitz that surrounded them while my mind thought back on the conversation it had just witnessed.

    My mind guiding my eyes towards the display in a corner building then the next.

    As I walked past myself in the storefront reflections the eyes still could not see what the mind wanted.

    It was on that street on an extremely cold day that my mind explained to me, “When your mute mouth could not speak of what you needed your heart learned how to sing. Now, you’ll have to dismiss what your blind eyes see letting me be your guide. Close your eyes.”

    I stood there staring at my reflection not listening to my mind’s instructions. In that frozen moment, I realized that much of what my mind says to me usually falls on deaf ears then I closed my eyes.

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  10. the memory of you…

    February 1, 2011 by Lidia-Anain

    what was a beautiful melody now rattling, clanging, banging making my ears bleed,

    a once vibrant image painted in watercolors today is weathered quickly disappearing,

    a sweet fruit on my tongue on the verge of turning sour that I cannot swallow,

    a touch which used to warm my core but now all it brings me is pain,

    your scent’s strength, comfort and sensuality all gone what is left is a repugnant stench,

    The memory of you is now unwelcome…

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